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"I am William J. Turner, Will Turner´s descendant!"

Part 2.

It seemed that no one else besides me had noticed the man, who was watching carefully at every step one took in that room. I could hardly see his figure, but I was sure, that I could see a man sitting there, legs crossed like he was meditating. But he sure wasn´t. His eyes glittered, when light from the outside of the room reached them before I could not see his eyes again. Then I remembered, that others had come to this room who knows from how bright light and their eyes weren´t used to the darkness of this room, which now was not as full as it had been for days and days. I wasn´t sure, when the man had come to the room. Maybe I had fallen asleep at some point way before my father had come to ask if I was still alive. Maybe he had opened the door somehow without breaking it and then just sneaked his way in. But I wondered why he would come here – and especially if he had been here for, let´s say, a day or two, but I just haven´t happened to have the strength to look at the way he was sitting until I was lifted up by two men.

"What ya staring at boy?" the old pirate captain asked irritated. I was just about to answer him ´nothing´, but then I saw the man in the shadows stand up and start walking towards us. When he opened his mouth, everyone turned to his direction, quickly revealing their weapons, which happened to be old swords and pistols.

"You finally found him, did you, captain Barbossa?" he asked from the darkness, now coming to the light. When I saw his face, I was completely surprised. He looked exactly like the legendary captain Jack Sparrow! Am I in the middle of a movie set or something? The guns and swords looked real, so did the outfits… But I didn´t see any cameras. Maybe those were hidden in the pistols or in the corners of the room. Jack revealed his pistol as well and he pointed it right at the man´s head who he said was Barbossa. The very same man had just a moment ago almost slit my throat open. "Give up the boy to me, Hector!" Jack said and he wasn´t going to give other options. Barbossa´s men pointed their weapons at Jack, but he wasn´t going to flee. Barbossa took me by my shoulders and used me as his human shield, knife firmly staying against my exposed throat.

"You can´t kill the kid nor me, you know that damn well! And you know that too, that ya´r weaponless against any of us", Barbossa said evilly, letting a deep laugh escape from his lungs. His men laughed too at the man who was still pointing the gun at their captain´s head. Jack looked at me. Those brown eyes didn´t say anything to me, he was just trying to figure out whether I was capable of running or fighting and if I was harmed by Barbossa´s men. Then he looked at the men laughing, surrounding him. He seemed to have thoughts running around his head, but if he was the real Jack Sparrow - captain I mean – then I was bit worried about what he would come up with... I tried to get my way out from Barbossa´s grip, but man he was strong. New cut on my skin made me yelp and stop. He knew how to make me stop. My senses of pain, that kind of pain, were way too physically sensitive that I could bear any more pain caused by cutting my skin.

"Let´s make a trade", Jack said, closing his eyes like he was about to hate himself for what he was going to say next. But he got Barbossa´s attention, which I guessed was a good sign. If there was something worth giving me to that rum-headed captain, then it must be worth heavens! "You get the Black Pearl AND you´ll get to lift up the curse when the time has come of William´s 25th birthday. But you have to promise, that the kid can stay with me until that day, unharmed if you ever see him before that day, and that I am going to take part of the ritual when the time comes." I didn´t really get what the two men were talking about, but suddenly I felt the cold blade of the knife lift from my skin.

"I have to admit, Sparrow, that I didn´t think of you coming up with such plans. Did you drink too less rum before you came here?" Barbossa said and I could swear he was smirking devilishly. But he was right. Those words didn´t sound like Jack´s at all, but maybe I´ve been taught wrong about him my whole life. Maybe he was indeed a smart guy. Or maybe this was just a movie set and his script was poorly written. Poorly in a way that it didn´t fit. Barbossa pushed me away, and I fell to the floor. The old captain walked to Jack and reached out his hand. "We have a deal", Barbossa said calmly and they shook hands. Barbossa then nodded his head towards the door giving his men a signal that they were leaving now. He stopped on the doorstep and looked back at me and Jack who had just kneeled down to help me sit up. "Have fun having a kid around, I believe you´ll have so much fun living as a dad for next eight years! Though if you want to get rid of that thing, just stop by my Black Pearl at any time! We´ll gladly help with that", Barbossa said and left the room laughing with such deep and devilish laugh it gave me chills.

When the steps and laughter had left the house, I was still sitting on the floor, Jack´s arm keeping me up. I was so confused. Had they really made some kind of a deal with my life on the steak? Was I just dreaming or had I died already? If this was the afterlife, I don´t know what I was thinking when I thought that at least there I could be in ease. Also, if this was a movie set, should someone shout ´quit´ soon? I began to think, that this was either real or dream, but a movie it wasn´t. I was so deep in my thoughts that I almost forgot Jack was there and he had been calling me by my name for a moment already. I shook my head quickly and came back to the surface from somewhere.

"Oh, now you´re back here", Jack said like I had physically left the place for a moment as well. "You alright, Will?" he asked then and looked at me with worry in his eyes. I shook my head without hesitating.

"I for sure am not alright!" I shouted angrily. How could anyone just ask so casually something like that? It made me so angry, I just snapped. "Had you seriously not noticed that there was a man trying to take my life in addition to lift up some sort of a curse? Doesn´t that sound bit weird to you? If not, then at least to me that was the weirdest thing I have ever experienced! And, and, and then there´s the fact that you are here, on the 21st century, living, breathing, talking… And that he and his crew were here, and that they killed my father…" I looked out from the open door, but I could not see my father there. Had they taken his corpse with them? No... There was no blood anywhere and his brains had painted the wall outside this room red when I saw his death. "Where the hell are we? And where´s my father? And what that man wanted to get out of me anyway?" I asked after I had calmed a little, not much, but at least a little. Jack sighed, and put his hands on my shoulders. He looked serious as he began:

"Firstly, Will... It was Will, right?" he asked to make sure he was calling me with right name.

"That or Joshua", I answered with a nod.

"So Will it is", he said smirking, but then his face got the same serious look he had had a moment ago when talking to Barbossa. "We are not in the same time as you had lived for the time that you can recall. We are not in the town you used to live that time. Not in the 21st century´s small tourist paradise town, but in Port Royal. And I believe the exact year is 1723. Yes, I know you want to ask how did I time travel from there to here and back again, but that´s not relevant", Jack told me.

"Well, I think that´s bit relev…" I started, but Jack shut my mouth with his hand pressed against it, closing it.

"A, a, a! Don´t try to make this harder to explain, you know me well, and I´m not intelligent enough to tell ya something like that", he said and I just rolled my eyes at him, but didn´t try to protest any longer. "Long story short about your father is that he wasn´t your real father. You have lost your memory when you went to that century. He was just another man looking after you. And what Barbossa really wanted, was to get rid of you forever. But thanks to me, you might still be alive after your 25th birthday! So, hey, let´s celebrate that with a drink or two in the town, you with me? You don´t have to pay anything!" I didn´t know what was going on and nothing that he had just told me made any sense. He stood up and started to walk towards the door. "Oh yes, your body should be alright, no bruises and you´ll be fit to fight with it. It´s a nice side-effect of travelling back in time", Jack said when I started to get myself up. I was surprised how easy it was and how I could not feel any blood coming from the cuts that Barbossa had made. I didn´t even feel the cuts. Wow, this is really getting weird. Jack was waiting for me on the door. It seemed like he wanted me to come willingly, and I have to say, that my curiosity had just made its mind. I took first step towards the journey with this rum-headed man who said I had lost my memory. Maybe I had. How could I know?