Chapter two

Chapter two! YEAH!

Thank you so very much for the wonderful reviews! They encouraged me to write chapter two. I will try to update as soon as possible, if I delay a bit, well, just hang out. I hope you enjoy this. I was a little puzzled at first just how to write this, and I was inspired today, so this is why it's short. Well, here it goes…

Disclaimer: oh, if I owned it, would I be doing fanfics?? Seriously, I wouldn't be doing this, or killing myself at college and work, I would be rich enough!

II. Troublemaker at Eight

A young child walked down the street, or more likely, ran down the street. His heart leapt to his throat, if his mother didn't kill him yesterday, she would surely do now. He was in so much trouble, that was IF he got caught.

"Get back here! You little demon!" a man yelled after him. The man had lost his mind if he thought HE, William Turner the third, would stop to just wait his doom.

It wasn't his fault first of all what had happened. He was only eight. How could an eight year old make a boat explode? Second, it wasn't his fault they had left some gun powder at a child's reach. Well, yes, it was under a lock, but it wasn't his fault it wasn't a really good one, easy to open, so it was at child's reach. And thirdly, why would a fisherman have gun powder on his boat? This town wasn't much under pirates attack AND the East India Trading Company. So, there was no need for violence, or explosions. He just hoped his mother would understand and that he could loose the man and find his mother first.

He turned right, trying to loose the sailor, Mr. Sawyer, who's small boat was now in the bottom of the sea, just by the port, though. He ran through the bakery, turned left and hit something, rather big and hard. He fell hard with his bottom, and stared up, just to manage to gasp in surprise.

"Mr…Mr. S-sawyer!" Young William, or Liam as everyone knew him stated, to astonished to say anything. How did he do that!

"Mr. Turner." The man stated, while grabbing the boy by his neck, something he hated to death. "I think you owe me, indeed, you owe me." The man said snickering at the boy. He lifted the boy by the scarf of his shirt in the air. The young boy did the only thing he could manage to do. He kicked maniacally. He would surely prefer to die by his mother's hand than by this old mean sailor.

"Mr. Sawyer!" A voice of a woman called from both their backs. Mr. Sawyer turned to see who it was, Liam still in hand. He saw up and was relieved. Maybe he wouldn't die by either of people. Mary Brown to the rescue. If there was any other woman besides his mother Elizabeth Turner, who was scary enough, it was definitely his Aunt Mary.

"Would you care to explain sir, as to why you have my young nephew hanging in the air as if he were some kind of rag!" she exclaimed, her green eyes shone with fire, her reddish curls falling softly over her thin face. Her once gentle smile, now was taken by a frown.

"You see, Mrs. Brown, this little demon here…" the sailor started in a very harsh tone, just to be cut upon his words.

"Don't you dare to call Liam a demon! He's nothing but a terrific child!" she moved over, and lightly took Liam into her arms.

Liam was actually enjoying this, and it seemed the right thing to act innocent. After all, if there was someone that could save him even from his mama's anger was his Aunt Mary. Hope she would save him this time, she didn't step up when he did something as today, though, unfortunately. By now, he decided to hang to the woman's skirt with both hands, and watch the ensuing battle of words from behind her, always keeping an innocent face of course.

"Well, your little terrific demon child blasted my bloody boat!" Mr. Sawyer all but yelled.

"What?! I don't believe such fool words. How can a child of 8 cause such mayhem?" she demanded.

"Are you calling me a liar, ma'am?"

"No, I have never meant that. I just refuse to believe such a thing!"

"Then ask all the men that were at by the ducks. I don't know how he did it, but he blew up my boat. I have children to feed, Mrs. Brown, five children to feed and a wife with child! You would be wise to tell your sister to keep that child of hers away from the ducks and to make a way to return my boat. After all, that will not be problem for her." The man finished. Grabbing his hat, he leaned respectfully, saluting her, and went away with a simple, "Ma'am". It was evident by his tone, he knew the battle was lost, Liam knew so. This was not the first time he was saved by his aunt, or that she won a battle with the man.

The young woman just sighed, and turned to see the boy hidden behind her skirts. Oh, here it was, interrogation time.

"Liam," she addressed calmly, leaning down to see him at eye level, moving in a motherly way his brown hair out of his eyes, "is it true what Mr. Sawyer just said?"

"Um…well…" Liam started. How could she expect him to answer something like that?!

"William, the truth please." She had said his whole name. That meant she was very serious, more than normally.

"Well, yes." He whispered out.

"Liam! Can't you stay out of trouble for at least two whole days! I just saved your little bottom yesterday!"

"It wasn't my fault Aunt Mary!"

"How come?"

"Well, um, you see, um…"

"Yes, I see. Now, come on young man. Your mother is waiting for you. She has some news to tell you." She said standing up and grabbing his hand, and then whispered in a short voice, as just to herself, "It seems, though, I'll be the one to give news first."

Liam looked up, eyes wide, his aunt had not said it low enough for him not to hear. Aunt Mary wouldn't hide this from his mama. He was now walking to his mama's store, well more likely, being pushed to his mama's store.

He would now have to face his doom, um, he meant, face his mama.