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Chapter 2- Port Royal, Elizabeth, and Jack
I swung around the mast happily. Port Royal was in view. The huge British ships that were our enemies were intimidating next to our tiny boat. I knew we were sneaking in and believed that we would get in fine.
I ran about the ship, doing all that my captain had ordered of me. I was very, very thankful to have been given this chance and wished to show him that.
I found my captain was an odd man. I wondered what brought him to Port Royal, but knew I probably wouldn't find out.
We landed on a small port in a disreputable part of the city. It had never been rebuilt after the attack of the Black Pearl by Captain Barbossa. At least, not by the Brits. The pirates had rebuilt a semblance of the town with washed up pieces of wood. When we unloaded from the ship, the Anna-Maria, the men went to the tavern.
My captain didn't, however, and I decided to follow him. "Where're you off to, cap'n? If I may ask?"
The captain didn't seem at all annoyed that I had followed him. "Aye, I'm glad you followed. I wish for you to meet a friend of mine. More so, she's Jack's friend."
"Is she a pirate?" I asked, curious. It was kind of rare to meet a woman pirate, like my mother.
"Aye, more'n that. But I'll let her explain it all to ye."
"What'd'ya mean?"
"Well, she's married to a pirate. And she was…well, Elizabeth is great at telling' 'er stories. So I'll let her tell ye."
"Elizabeth, you say? Elizabeth, who?" I asked. I knew of a lot of pirates. Maybe I would've heard of her.
"Liz Turner."
"As in, Bootstrap Bill Turner?!"
"Aye, it's old Bootstrap's daughter-in-law."
I screeched in excitement. Everyone heard of Bootstrap. Somehow, he came back to life, so I heard. Or he never actually died. Before Bootstrap went to Davy Jones' Locker, he made a deal with Jones. Bootstrap gave up his soul so that he could be immortal. So Bootstrap had to serve with Jones for an eternity.
But nine years ago, something happened. The captain of the Flying Dutchman was killed. And the Dutchman always has to have a captain. Thus, there was a new captain. Who it was, not many knew. I didn't know.
My captain and I walked out of the messy parts of Port Royal. Even though we were messy, we didn't even stick out in the rebuilt parts of the town. Commoners were still just that, common. Half of the commoners were just as messy as a pirate. As we meandered through the town, I decided to talk.
"Cap'n, do you know who's the captain of the The Dutchman?" I asked.
He glanced over to me. "Aye, I do. He is a good man, great pirate."
I was surprised. "If he is good, why is he captain of the Dutchman?"
"The Dutchman ain't the horror it used to be, lass. It takes care of the souls of those who die at sea. Really though, the captain didn't have much of a choice in the matter."
"Oh," I said, "but surely you have a choice?"
"Unfortunately, he didn't."
"Oh. So he's been captain for nine years?"
"Aye."
"But what--" He cut me off.
"Lass, trust me, Miz Turner can explain it better'n I can."
I nodded. We began to walk out of the common part of town. My heart skipped a beat. I rubbed my right arm subconsciously. "Will we be safe here? There'll be a lot of Brits about…"
"No worries, we won't go that far in. Liz is expectin' me."
So we walked through more cobblestone streets. It was getting cleaner as we traveled so I was getting anxious. I didn't want to be caught. It was no secret that even young pirates could be hung. Under my breath, I sang the song of the brethren. It always comforted me. My captain glanced at me. "Calm down. No need to be singin' tha' song."
I just kept humming. "Look lass, there's our destination."
I looked up to see a very nice home. If we go in, it'll be the biggest place I've ever entered. It was three stories and painted white. Even though it was big and nice, it looked a little musty and unkempt.
I saw a young boy playing in the yard. He didn't look much younger than me, actually. He had dark brown hair to his shoulders. That was all I could see of him though because he was hunched over, playing in the dirt.
We walked past the boy, who didn't even look up. My captain knocked on the door. It wasn't long until a woman opened the door. She was very pretty. Her eyes were a light brown and her hair matched. Her skin looked soft and not like a pirate at all. She was one of the cleanest people I've ever seen.
"Gibbs!" She smiled, extending a hand to him.
He took her soft hand in his rough dirty one. Elizabeth didn't even seem to notice the grime. "You're noticeably happier than the last time I saw you."
Elizabeth smiled. "It's been nine years, you know. One more!"
Her eyes danced with happiness, and I wondered what was so happy.
"Jack's getting big. I think last time I saw him, he was two feet tall."
Elizabeth smiled again, just as happy. "He looks more like his father everyday. Jack! Do you remember Mr. Gibbs?"
The little boy hopped up from the yard. I noticed that he was dressed rather like a pirate, a clean pirate though. His eyes were really big and dark brown, darker than his mother's. He walked over and stood facing me. He was only a few inches shorter. "Who're you?" He asked me.
I cocked my head. "My name's Jackie."
He grinned, revealing missing teeth. "I'm Jack. William Jack Turner." He extended a hand. I shook it.
"Gibbs, who's this boy?" Elizabeth asked, indicating me.
"Ah, Liz, things aren't always as they seem are they? Jackie take of yer hat."
I reluctantly did as I was told. I felt my heavy braid fall down my back. Elizabeth saw my long hair and raised an eyebrow. "Gibbs, last time I checked it was 'mighty bad luck to bring a woman aboard.'" Elizabeth said, smiling.
Gibbs smiled. "That was before I met you."
Elizabeth shook her head. "Come on in."
We all entered a very nice, but dusty room. Elizabeth turned to Gibbs and asked, "Gibbs, would you like to wash?"
Gibbs visibly shivered. "No thanks, Miz Turner. I'll take a swim in the ocean."
She turned to me and knelt to be and my level. "What about you, Jackie?"
I shrugged, replacing my hat. "I've never really, other'n the ocean." I wondered if this clean woman would be repulsed. But she surprised me.
Elizabeth smiled. "How old are you?"
"Ten." I said, and countered, "How old'r you?"
"Ha. I like you Jackie."
"I'm eight and a half!" Jack yelled in my ear.
I saw Gibbs watching the exchange and glancing at Elizabeth. He wanted to talk to her and she noticed. "Wait a minute, Jackie. I think I need to talk to Gibbs. Why don't you and Jack play?"
I nodded. Jack smiled. "You know, all the kids here don't like me."
"Why?" I asked.
"'Cause my mum's a pirate. And my father's a pirate. And I wanna be a pirate."
"Me too."
"Really?! I think my mum wants me to be a pirate, but she also doesn't want me to be one. She worries about me and my dad all the time."
"Where's your dad?" I asked.
Jack shrugged and looked away. "My mum tells me he'll be back next year."
"That's good."
He shrugged again. "I've never met him," he said, sadly.
I smiled. Not because it was happy. "I think you and I could be good friends, Jack Turner."
"Why?" He asked.
"I've never met me father, either."
Jack smiled. "So we both wanna be pirates and never met our fathers!" He said.
I nodded. "You wanna be my first mate?" I asked, grinning.
"Why can't I be captain?"
"Because I'm older, I've got more experience. I'll be Cap'n Jackie. You be First Mate Jack. Even our names sound alike."
"Okay, you can be captain. D'ya know what Gibbs always says with Captain Sparrow?"
My eyes widened. "You know Cap'n Jack?!"
"Well, I've never met him, actually. But, Gibbs has told me about him. He and Sparrow have been mates for ages. They always say, 'Take what you can'--" I cut off the young Jack.
"'give nothin' back.'" I finished. "My mum knew Jack," I explained.
"So did mine," Jack said. "Actually, she named me after him."
"That's brilliant," I said, smiling.
Jack grinned at me. "Take what you can," Jack offered me his fist.
I hit his fist with mine. "Give nothin' back!" I nodded. "I think this is the start of a beautiful friendship."
