Disclaimer: Although I did ask him to, Santa didn't bring me Jack Sparrow with a nicely wrapped bow for christmas. I was very upset for a while, and then decided that I'd get even by publishing the second chapter of my story. (Finally)
Again, I'd like to thank warmly Karibbean for her useful and witty notes. Since I have to read my story again and again, having a fresh advice sheers me up, because the fiction seems less boring when she is talking about it...
Have a nice time!
Getting 2 – by Tozi
Trying to forget the painful throb of his head where something hit him – who did that? – Jack leaned against the wall closer to Kurt's cell, and pushed his hat on his head also. They were in for a tough night, and trying to escape while they were exhausted would get them nowhere. They'd better sleep, and make out something in the morning. Besides, they had not gotten any rum before getting caught.
Jack had been sleeping soundly for a few hours when a sudden agitation in the corridors above the cells woke him up. Soldiers and officers were screaming orders and directions, running and moving around heavy objects. He heard a metallic creaking, and the sound of muskets being charged, and people rushing down the stairs to exit the prison to town, and…Were those cannons?
Jack blinked, and pushed his hat back up. Cannons. Two different sets of cannons. Some he could hear being shot just above his head, and across the harbor, and the second set…Those…Those cannons … It couldn't be…Had he ever been that lucky?
He rose and reached for the window, grabbing for the thick iron bars to steady himself and be able to glance over the stone edge into the bay.
It was magnificent.
The night had settled, a thick blanket of darkness softening the panorama to a starry dreamland. The fort sat in the middle of high volcanic heights surrounding Port Royal, the trees turned to blue trimmed shadows. Here was the infinite sky, with countless stars and planets…Here was Venus, Jupiter…Polaris and Orion…The moon, high and bright, illuminated the area with a milky light, dripping from trees and buildings into the sea in diaphanous manifestations of silver mist.
And, right in the middle of the bay, tall and proud like a queen, floated the Black Pearl.
For the first time in ten years, he was finally allowed to see his ship again.
Jack grabbed the bars more firmly, and hoisted himself higher against the small window, his eyes drinking in the most awaited apparition. He felt like a fish long out of the water, falling back into the sea. Like a bird that had been caged for eternity and then suddenly freed, trying carefully out his wings before soaring into the sky with a thrilled song. Heck, Jack felt like singing himself, but his throat was caught in the vice-like grip of his emotions. Finally, after ten years…
He breathed out, still gazing outside. « The Pearl… »And it made it all more real…The Pearl was here. It was here. Right within his reach, all he had to…
« The Black Pearl?
- Can't be!
- We'r'all dead!
- Pirates!
- Help!
- Move out you licy lap dog!
- Wotch'out!»
There was a dreadful crash, and a cannon bullet collapsed the wall just outside Jack's cell, right beside the three pirates that had been tempting the dog with a bone. « Oh sweet! » murmured one of them, and they all sneaked out. The last one turned briefly toward the flabbergasted Jack and Kurt, and said in a half-mocking, half-contrited tone. « Sorry mate. Gotta go! »
When they were finally all out, Jack lunged for his own wall, trying to tear out the remaining stones with his bare hands. He was deaf to Kurt's calls for a few minutes, and only when he started ripping his own flesh on the sharp edges did he wake from his frenzy. He then turned to the dog, and saw the abandoned bone and started for it, when he caught his feet in Kurt's, which the young man had slipped through the bars to trip him. Jack got up on his elbows and glared. Kurt raised his hands in a apologetic manner. « Sorry Jack. You were going nuts.
- I am nuts.
- More than usual then.
- We've got t'get out. That's the Pearl outside! It's here, right here, don't you understand? The Pearl is here! »
Jack's voice had gotten higher as he got more excited, and he was twitching and fidgeting, and most certainly losing his nerves. It was an incredible sight, maybe because he did not seem all that different from everyday life, but still let off an impression of urgency close to madness, and obsession. The prospect of being reunited with the Pearl was no different to Jack than that of living to a condemned man – if the man was fond of living.
« Jack. »
The captain turned to his companion. Kurt was kneeling behind the bars, right beside him. He had an interested look about him, eyeing Jack with a curiosity akin to that of the zoologist observing a particularly surprising new specimen. Kurt sighed and it rolled from his chest like thunder. Jack was accustomed to everything being bigger with Kurt. His sighs were said to be able to power small dinghies for a few leagues. It was not true, but it was amusing nonetheless. « Calm down.
- I am calm.
- Now you are. You weren't a few minutes ago. You're a pain when you're frantic. »
Jack's face contracted, and he tried to cool down a little. Yes. Do cool down. True gentlemen of fortune did not lose their nerve, they did not panic, nor did they allow themselves to give into meaningless agitation. In that case, agitation was not meaningless, but it hardly mattered to Kurt, so it should not matter more to Jack. Hell would freeze over before Jack consented to Kurt being a better pirate than he was. Heck, he had been the boy's mentor, for Calypso's sake ! He joined his hands under his chin, and gave a small bow. « Right. You're absolutely correct mate o' mine. Let's abide by ou' Majesty's favorite sayin' 'Wait and see'.
- What 'Majesty' are you talking about ?
- Dunno. There's boun' to be one tha' would agree wif me. Beside, it's the full moon.
- True. Pirates always sleep on the night of the full moon.
- Yep. Sleep tigh' »
Yet it was not to be, for at that very moment, a stranger entered the corridor; a pirate, apparently. He was neither tall nor short, a bit on the stocky side, with a broad beard and a gold trimmed green cap. Save for that bit of fancy clothing, he was dressed in rags. Surprised at finding himself in such an unfriendly settlement when he had been obviously searching for gold, the pirate blinked, and took in the two occupied cells and the destroyed one. He got a large toothy grin when his eyes paused on Jack, and had an appreciative groan. « Looks like you're still alive, captain. »Jack smiled back, and sighed. « Like a bad penny. »
The pirate stood closer, and reached to pull a strike at Jack's left cheek. The captain backed away in time, not without noticing the incredible change of the other pirate's arm when it went through a moon beam. Kurt gasped, and Jack muttered. « So there is a curse after all… » The intruder merely snorted, smirked while glancing at the heavy iron doors, and waved good bye. « Well, see ya Sparrow! » And he was gone. Jack huffed, and placed his hand on his hips. « Maybe now we'll be able t'get some sleep! I'll have the warden notified of th' way 'is guests are interrupted here! »
Kurt merely grunted in response, snuggling already against one of the corners of his cell as if nothing had happened. Jack considered peeking again through the window, but chose to sleep instead. Morning would come, and with it a new day, new wind, new changes. Everything comes to a pirate that knows how to be patient. If ten years hadn't taught that to Jack, nothing could have.
Like everyday, morning came. It was a bright, cool and sunny morning, when the traumatized city of Port Royal started to pick itself together. The dazed inhabitants were wandering the streets in hopes of finding some missing relative or a lost possession the pirates could have dropped on their way back to the ship. Those that had no hope of such happenings were already building back their houses. Hurricane season was on the way, and it would be good for every construction in the city to have a proper roof.
Jack woke up to the clatter of a wooden plate in his cell, sporting a grey gooey…something the guard introduced as breakfast. Jack took the plate, eyed the mixture curiously and then turned the plate upside down. The grey goo stayed together, and not a drop fell down on the floor. He smiled crookedly, and set the plate back near his door. Then, he went to the window.
The rising sun shone right into his eyes. He squinted, and observed the city. Many ships in the harbor seemed to have suffered a great deal of the cannoning of the night. The Interceptor that had been docked in a secluded area the day before had been moved to the main dock, and many red coats show an intense agitation around it. So the Navy was planning on taking pursuit. The Black Pearl was at least eight hours ahead, they had no chance of catching up with them. And from what Jack had seen, even if they did catch up, it would be of no use trying to fight them.
There was no news as to what would happen to them during the day, and Jack and Kurt concluded that unless they were taken out of their cells they would not make any escape attempt. The less they thought of hanging them, the more time they had to plan how to leave the island. Kurt used the bone to carve some cups into the ground, and they played ma-jong during the day, when they were not sleeping.
The change they had been waiting for stumbled down the stairs in the form of a young clumsy boy Jack instantly recognized. The – barely – twenty year old went directly to the cell where Jack was lazily resting against the bars separating his cell from Kurt's. He watched the boy from beneath his thickly painted eyelashes, taking notes of the few changes that had taken place since he had last seen him. The boy was tired, with circles under his eyes, and had a large bruise spreading from his forehead into his hair. They merely examined each other thus, silently, the younger growing more and more uncomfortable. Jack placed a little stone into one of the cups Kurt had made, and then spread his arms, addressing the new-comer.
« As you c'n observe, I'm now in a prison cell, an' have been stripp'd bare of me earthly possessions. Unless y' tell me what you want, A' won' be able to devine wha' A could provide you with.
- The guards…They said… »The boy winced. « They said you knew about the ship that came here last night.
- A ship ? Wha' ship ? » The boy breathed in deeply, and seemed to get some control on his irritation. « The Black Pearl.
- Aaah !...Yep. That ship. Gorgeous isn' she ?
- Horrible.
- I resent that.
- Do you know where it makes berth ?
- Do I know where it makes berth ?
- Well do you ? »
Jack got up, and walked to the door. He leaned in to place himself face to face with the boy, who winced when he caught sent of the pirate's breath and clothes.
« Th' question I'm tempted to ask back is what you're goin' t'do wif that info'mation, Boy. »
Said boy crumpled a bit, and his shouders sagged. « They took Miss Swann with them.
- So you do hav'a lass ! »The boy sent him a scorching look. « An' now you wanna go sav'her. How romantic.
- Do you know where the Black Pearl is going, or should I leave you here to rot ?
- What are ye givin' me if I say I know an' can tak' you there ?
- I'm getting you out of that cell.
- Great. What's your name ?
- William Turner. »
Argh.
He did know that boy after all. Well, Jack had never met him in person, but he had heard quite a deal about him from his father. Late father. That also meant Jack had a card in his hand no one but him would know about. The boy was not dumb enough to start spreading his name around when in company of a pirate was he?
« Deal. The Black Pearl's heading for the Isla de la Muerta. Get me out o' here so we can get on th' way. » The boy did not discuss further, but merely picked up a bench against the wall, and rammed the first two legs under one of the bars of the door. Seeing Jack's skeptically raised eyebrow, he explained. « If we lift the door, it comes free. The matter is… » A loud clang echoed near them, and William Turner turned to find the other pirate setting the door back in its frame. The young giant – William guessed he could not be much older than himself – smiled joyously, and dusted his hands against his trousers. « Handy trick, that. Need any help ? » And he weighed heavily on the bank. Jack sprung out of the cell, and headed for the cupboard where the guards had stacked his and Kurt's things. « Make sure the way's clear Kurt. » He quickly proceeded to dress himself – he even retrieved his coat, before dragging the boy after him, handing Kurt his sword and guns on the way. Kurt nodded, and followed them down the corridor to the outside.
They did not speak until after they found a relatively secure hiding place near the beach.
« Who is he ? » hissed Turner. Jack rolled his eyes. « His name's Kurt Adriamson.
- I'm his teddy bear. He's afraid of the dark. » Kurt piped in, amused. Jack eyed him funnily. « Alright. I'm…an associate. A colleague.
- A subordinate, added Jack.
- I resent that.
- No you don't.
- Quiet ! » Thy turned to the boy. « How are we getting out of here ?
- Why, we're goin' to commandeer a ship.
- We're going to what ?
- Commandeer. Nautical term. Same as « borrowing ». whispered Kurt while Jack was already turned to the sea. »
William followed the two strange men under a boat all across the beach, and diligently swam all the way to the Dauntless, almost a third of a nautical mile ahead. He copied how his companions climbed up the hull the best he could, and settled his feet on the deserted deck with heavy panting. Kurt –seemingly unfazed by the effort they had just pulled off – took hold of the starboard mizenmast rigging and started climbing. Jack shouted something William did not grasp the meaning of, and signaled something to the right. Instantly, Kurt tugged a rope and a wide white sail jumped free, flapping heavily in the sharp wind that had picked up early in the morning.
Lieutenant Gillette was taking care of shipping some of the Dauntless' tools back to the Interceptor with a few men. Jack took out his gun, as he had no time to waste on tricking them to leave the ship. « Everyone stay calm, we're takin' ova' the ship ! » The small party looked up, astonished. Kurt lingered a bit behind picking out some algae that had gotten stuck in the buckle of his boot, so Will stood up near Jack and shouted. « Avast ! » Jack frowned. Seriously. Avast ? If there was one word in sea battling that was not so piratey, it could very well be « Avast. ». He heard Kurt snort, and detected the premises of a smile on the officer's face. He lifted his gun to point it in between his eyes, and drawled, quite confidant. « Son. I'm Cap'n Jack Sparrow...Savvy ?» He sounded so very convincing he felt almost convinced himself.
He promptly got them to leave the deck on a dinghy, and had Kurt and Will begin to ready out some sails. It was not what came first when getting ready to make way, but it was what they would notice first. He noticed that Will had obviously never been on a ship before. Even Kurt had been better at setting up sails when he was a kid. In the distance, he heard the man he had threatened shout out for his commodore. He approached the wheel, and checked the rudder mechanism. For such a fancy ship, it sure was not very elaborate; Jack took out a knife, and dismantled a few of the rotating wheels. There. Nothing terrible done and it would take them a few hours to repair. If the Interceptor lived up to her reputation, they would not have to fear a thing.
He sent Kurt high in the rigging, to take care of the two square sails top-mast, and eyed worriedly the dock, where the Interceptor was leaving. No matter how small she seemed when compared to the Dauntless, it would still be no small feat to bring her in to Tortuga by themselves. The approach of the port, and the lowering down of the anchor would be particularly tricky with only one man able to directly understand what Jack would be ordering – he was quite sure the whelp could imitate without problem. William Turner came up, resting against the wheel Jack had just rendered useless. « Here they come. »
Jack turned again, his pistol lying on his shoulder. The Interceptor did live up to her reputation. It really was quite a sight, and Jack felt a small pang in his heart. If only his heart was not already lost to the Black Pearl…But no. He could not allow himself to have such thoughts. The Black Pearl was the only ship he could bring himself to love, ever. Maybe Kurt would be pleased to start as the captain of the Interceptor under Jack's colors…That would be just great. It would take care of the competition the boy was to become once he would start on his own anyway. Well he would make the offer. Kurt was probably the only one Jack could consider working with that way.
He made it below with his two companions, and hid under the netting at the aft. He had to hand it to the commodore, the man knew how to steer a ship. The Interceptor stopped smoothly her course without a hint of sail being dropped, ready to go again. They heard the soldiers board the Dauntless, and Kurt dared an eye to check if their next commandeering was all clear. He came back with a positive response, and they silently changed ship.
Will made quick work of severing the ropes holding both ships together, while Kurt quietly corrected the orientation of the sails so that they would catch more wind. Jack knocked the hold on the wheel easily and gave a jerk on the left side so the Interceptor would grow apart from her colleague. The wooden planks the soldiers had used to board the Dauntless fell down with a splash, and Jack turned around to look back on to the Dauntless. He caught the sight of the commodore's frustrated face and had a wide and graceful sweep of his hat. « Thank you Commodore, for helpin' us t' get ready to make way ! We'd have had a hard time all on ou' own ! » and he chuckled. So much for catching Captain Jack Sparrow. Now. On to Tortuga.
It felt just as if returning home. Well, not exactly. Home was on the Pearl. But hey, Tortuga was not half bad.
Port Royal had just gotten below the horizon, when the whelp decided to make himself known again. He had been helping Kurt clear the deck – the soldiers had left in a bit of a hurry – until then. Jack sighed.
« I'm no simpleton, Jack. You agreed only once you knew my name. You knew my father. » Blah blah blah. Well, the boy might not be a simpleton per say, but he still was no pirate, which meant he could not possibly have any of the hindsight something like 'knowing somebody' meant. Knowing one's father did in no way guarantee the good intentions of the one knowing said father. In the hard world of piracy, it was even often the other way around. Still, since Bill had been dead to Jack for quite a few years now, he estimated there was no use in continuing to hate him; a waste of energy that was. Bootstrap Bill Turner could sleep at peace when thinking of Jack, for Jack had long since dropped the touchy matter of mutiny between them. He glanced up at Kurt, who was keeping an eye onto the sea. He wondered for a few minutes how much the boy knew. Jack was not prone to confession, but Kurt had that annoying habit of his of always knowing more than he let on, and using it in his own best interest. Jack took a deep breath before answering.
« Probably the only un' who knew him as William Turner. The others wou'd just call 'im Bootstrap, or Bootstrap Bill. » The whelp's face went all funny when catching on his father's nickname. « Bootstrap ? » Oh, yep, there was such a humiliating story behind that nickname. If the boy was very nice, he would tell it to him just to see his face go all flustered again.
« Good man. Good pirate. » Until the end. Jack wanted to say. But it would not have been very sensible, nor true – not that Jack cared. It was just that Jack saw no point in insulting people when being unable to watch their reaction. Obviously, the boy did not take any pride in Jack's compliment. Youngs these days… "My father was not a pirate. He was an honest merchant sailor, and he followed the law. " Now that was just insulting.
"He was a pirate, a scallywag.
- No he was not!" All that denial was getting old quickly. Jack pushed the wheel so the wind would come on starboard, and blocked it with the rope reserved to that effect. The sail just above them changed orientation, and William Turner was soon left hanging over the sea by its wooden counterweight. Jack approached the railing, and met his eyes with his own.
"Now lookee here boy. Dis isn' just 'bout who people are. This is about wha' they can, or cannot do. " Little William frowned. Jack relished in seeing him helpless. He heard Kurt yell at him after being thrown around a bit in the crow nest. " For example, you can accept tha' your father was a pirate, or you cannot. The thing is, here you don' really ge' to choose 'cuz there is only one truth, an' for once, it's me very own self that's sayin' it." William frowned. Jack grinned. "Other example, easier. Smaller words. A can let you drown right here an' now for all A care; but I can't bring in a ship this size to Tortuga wiv' only Kurt there to 'elp me." Jack turned to the wheel, released it and had William come onto the quarterdeck again. He handed him his sword, savoring his victory over the weakness of honesty. "Can you sail unda the orders of a pirate, or can you not?"
William frowned lightly again, but took his sword, just as Jack knew he would. "Tortuga?
- Aye. Tortuga."
Jack heard clapping and lifted his eyes to Kurt, who was whooping in delight. "Sum' great drama down there!" Jack had a roguish smile, and made a theatrical salute with his hat. Then, he screamed. "Com' down here! You're gettin' us to Tortuga, an' I gonna look if the've packed any rum 'ere."
In three quick hops, Kurt was beside the wheel. "Heading for Tortuga right ahead Captain!
- Right. Boys, play nice together.
- Yeah Mum.
- Don' even think of comparin' me to your mother.
- As if you could.
- Yeah. Erm. Well. Like I said." And Jack scampered off.
William stood beside Kurt, watching Jack swagger off with a confused look. "Your mother?
- Yeah. The most incredible woman in the Caribbean. Jack would sell his own skin before going against her."
Of course, the commodore might have been a good sailor, but he would make a terrible pirate. Jack had not found a single drop of rum in the whole ship. He found three bottles of a fancy French wine, that might have suited the kind of people the man entertained but it was in no way sufficient to quench Jack's thirst. He settled to have a bite, despite his disappointment in not finding any suitable drink. He would make sure to get loads of it once in Tortuga.
Tortuga was probably the place Jack liked most, beside the one behind the Pearl's wheel. It was heavily populated, filthy, damp, anonymous, joyous and downright dangerous, but it was also a place of every liberty and rights. No law in Tortuga, save that of the strongest. And since he was eleven, Jack had considered himself as one of the strongest, even before he went to Tortuga for the first time. He stretched and laid back into a hammock, swinging slightly with the ship's rocking. He would need all the rest he could get in the next few days, he could feel it.
Anchoring the Interceptor had gone better than Jack had thought it would. Will was a fast learner, and had shown the useful skill of staying out of one's way – skill not everybody could claim they possessed. Jack told Kurt to stay aboard to avoid any colleagues nicking the ship while they were away. As the boy had been up the whole day and a good part of the night he did not make a fuss and only requested that Jack share the rum he would bring back with him and got his mail.
Jack would never admit it to anybody, but he had since long considered Jonathan Gibbs to be one of the most honourable and trustworthy men in his acquaintance. He did not know why, but suspected it was because of his military past. A pirate that had run away from a commandment was in Jack's mind twice more reliable than any other because they had been condemned twice to death. Once for piracy, as anybody else, but also for treason and desertion.
Gibbs, in addition, was of Irish descent. Irishmen, Jack thought, had a passion Englishmen lacked, a warmth of character the French failed to imitate and a cowardice the Spanish despised. All those made Jack like Gibbs better than any other sailor he had ever sailed with. Save Kurt. But then, Jack had made Kurt.
This is why, as soon as he had set foot on solid ground, he grabbed the whelp by his sleeve and went to ask if the man was ashore. Good news, he was, and the duo settled to search every tavern in town. This was also why Jack liked Gibbs. The man was predictable and easy to find. They found him in the backyard of a tavern, happily asleep in a pig's pen. He used the most efficient way to wake up a man from a drunken stupor – water – and threw a full bucket of water at him.
Gibbs woke up suddenly, and not in the best of moods. Jack waited patiently for him to recognize who had woken him up. "Holy mother of…Jack!" He almost sounded happy to see him. "Ye shou' know betta' than to wake a sleepin' man. Is' bad luck." Well. Time to bargain. "Lucky then that I know how to break that bad luck. The man who did the wakin' buys the man who was doin' the sleepin' a drink. And the man who was sleepin' listens to a proposition from the man who did the wakin'."
He could almost see the wheels clicking into place inside the man's mind. Gibbs face lit up in a smile. "Aye. Tha' shou'd about do it."
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Once Jack had finished getting Gibbs settled to get a crew, they started their way back to the Interceptor. It was time for bed, for the whelp was ready to collapse under his sleepiness. They stopped to order a few barrels of rum for the next day, and to get a few letters for Kurt at his usual tavern. William eyed the letters funnily – Kurt and Jack had not been in Tortuga for almost two months, there were eight envelopes neatly wrapped together with a leather string that Jack stacked carefully in his coat pocket. Those contained sometime important information.
Everything was silent on board of the Interceptor. Jack decided not to wake Kurt, and went to sleep after a few hours of contemplating the stars. Soon, he would be watching them from the Black Pearl's deck again. Giddy with joy and happiness, he had a hard time getting to sleep, although he did manage to get three hours of rest after the sun had risen. He woke up to the nice smell of coffee and breakfast.
Kurt and Will were both sitting beside a small brasero on deck, and were full-heartily eating some of the provisions the Interceptor had in its storage. Bread, bacon, canned and fresh fruit, and a whole pot of black coffee. That was more than they had had for breakfast in months. Jack sat down, poured a cup of coffee and threw a few slices of bacon over the fire. They started cooking with a slight sizzling sound and a heavenly smell. While waiting, he fished out the letters he had put away the night before. "Tell me what's important."
Kurt took the letters, and studied the order. He opened the most ancient first, and carefully flattened the paper on his knee before starting to read. William tried to get a glance, but Jack knew it was no use for Sleveig wrote to her son in her mother tongue, German. Unless the whelp had more education than he let on, there was no way he would understand a word of what he was reading. Kurt read three letters before translating a little info. "It seems like the EITC is less and less pirate-friendly nowadays. Leig came back from Thailand a month ago, with dreadful news concerning Sao Feng. He's lost quite a bunch.
- Does she know how much?" Kurt read quickly again.
" She heard of three ships. Captain Tuang, Captain Haishon and Teuchu.
- Never heard ov' 'em.
- Leig says Father told him there's been three more since then, nobody we knew either, from Chen's fleet. Joshua had a brush with them but managed to lose them around the Horn.
- What've they got wiv' Joshua? He's workin' part time wi' them!
- No idea."
Kurt resumed his reading, and it was not before the seventh letter that he came across something of some importance. He even let go of a surprised shout, startling Will who doused himself with a bit of his coffee. "Mutty's pregnant!"
Jack spat out the bit of mango he had been munching on, and nearly died suffocating. Kurt was furiously reading, while William, curious, was observing him intently trying to take care of the mess he made with his coffee at the same time. "WHA'?!" Kurt grinned like a madman and opened the last letter. It seemed shorter than the other, and he was quickly done with them. "Mutty's pregnant. Two months at most.
- Isn' she too old for that?
- My grandmother had my mother at age forty-three. It runs in the family. "
Jack groaned and Will hid a smile. Kurt had a goofy grin plastered on his face as he turned more toward Jack. "That's it. I'm goin' to visit her as soon as we've got time to spare, after we got the Pearl. " Jack grunted and snorted. Will thought he heard a "Out of the question." But made no remark. Kurt laughed and clapped his captain on the back. "Come on, it's been more than ten years since I last saw her!
- Mommy's boy. Never heard of a pirate who wrote to his mother every two weeks.
- Hey! If you'd had a mother like mine, you'd never have left her side!
- I'd have run away as soon as I'd been born."
The two pirates left their breakfast, and started getting to the dinghy, bickering all the while. William Turner followed them, slightly awed, and wondering about that woman he had never met. He suddenly felt a bit ridiculous. During the trip to Tortuga, he had boasted a bit about his mother raising him by herself to Kurt, and it seemed the woman he had thought of as extraordinary was not so exceptional.
That was it. Care to leave an impression? Nothing easier. Leave a review, It will either give me strengh to continue, or informations to make it better. Until later.
Tozi