Chapter Two

The sunlight poured in through the large bay windows located on the ground floor of the house. The light hit the closed eye lights of a sleeping still young wife as her young son slept in her lap. Her eyes fluttered open and she began to blink rapidly her eyes ajusting to the settings. She looked around for a moment registering where she was, she then glanced down at the sleeping form of her son his chest rising slowly as he slept. Her gaze turned to the ancient grandfather clock neatly placed in the corner of the room, it was a gift from her father. She didn't really like it but it served its purpose well enough.

The clock read 8:15 am.

The time shocked her bringing her back to her senses and fully awakening her. She gently shook her son,
trying to get him up from his deep sleep.

"Jack, time to wake up honey you're going to be late for school" she told him sweetly. No response.

"Jack sweetie" she tried again, this time she was successful and received a short response.

"Alright i'll be up in a moment" he muttered. She nodded and carefully lifted his head off of her now warm lap and onto the chair she was occuping mere seconds ago.

She looked at her son for a few seconds, it was frightening how much he looked like his father, he had short brown hair, light brown eyes, a small nose, and was rather small for his age, he was also remarkably honest, and caring towards everyone. He was nothing like Jack, who she had deliberately named him after. In fact Jack was the exact opposite of him.

She finally took her eyes off her young son and slowly made her way up the stairs towards her daughters bedroom. She hadn't seen her daughter in a while, she had probably come home not long after she had fallen asleep and helped her self to what ever Elizabeth had finished making for dinner last night.

As she reached the top of the stairs she turned left and headed for the bedroom, the door was open and a large breeze was coming from the room. She entered the room only to find Gabriella sitting on a freshly made bed, her hair loose and blowing freely in the wind. Her eyes were trained on the sea which lay ahead. She had received this room because Elizabeth didn't want any images of the sea reminding her off her past and the adventure and freedom she experienced.

As if sensing her prescence Gabriella spoke.

"Are they real?" she asked broadly.

Elizabeth was confused. She walked up to her and sat down next to her on the free space on the bed, staring at the sea along side her daughter.

"Is what real?"

"Those stories you tell" she asked finally.

Elizabeth took a deep breath breathing in the sweet salty smell of the ocean. Her mind raced she didn't know what to say, her daughter was so much like her in the way she loved the sea, the way she looked and the way she was. Her heart told her to tell her daughter the truth, that she deserved to know, to be able to experience the ocean, the freedom like she had. Yet her mind told her to be selfish and lie,
in order to keep her away from the endless ocean, and keep her trapped inside. At least she would be safe, unhappy but safe. Never to feel the wind in her hair as she walked on a ship, the spray of the sea on her hair. She would never be exposed to it, instead she would be at home with her family, dreaming of it instead of experiencing it.

She answered quickly trying to block those thoughts. "No" she lied.

Gabriella nodded before finally getting up and closing the window.

It pained Elizabeth to lie, but deep down she knew that if her daughter knew the wonders that lay out there she would leave immediantly. She may never see her again, they say once you have experienced freedom, the seas, you never wish to return to your poor pitiful life again. Never wish to return to the friends and family that you left behind while on your discovery.

"I'm off to school mother, shall i meet you back at home?" Gabriella asked finally breaking her train of thought. Elizabeth snapped back into and turned to her beautiful daughter, who every day was slipping further and further away from her.

"No, meet me at your brothers school at 12"

Gabriella nodded and left the room without a word. She didn't look back as she left the house, she had other things on her mind, and they certainly weren't school.

The second she was a far enough distance from her home she broke into a sprint, her hair flying and a large smile on her face as she ran toward the direction of the sea. It was calling for her like it did every day, and she was answering.

Meanwhile on the pearl

A proud, yet half crazed half drunk captain stood at the helm of his magnificent ship. His hands firmly grasping the wooden wheel beneath his fingers. He stood tall despite the rum, his chocolate brown eyes staring at the huge ocean before him, the wind blowing his black locks in various directions. The different beads each braided into his hair blew together making a nice sound upon contact. Upon his head he wore a fairly beaten up brown hat symbolizing he was the captain of the lengendary pirate ship and its fierceless crew.

Captain Jack Sparrow, he had been through it all. He had battled the devil himself been to hell and back surived a mutiny, sacked ports, escaped from jails. Missed various other near death experiences and here he stood a look of determination on his face which replaced his usual animated one.

A rather short older man approached the captain uncertainly.

"Captain"

"Aye" Jack responded not taking his eyes off the ocean.

"We'll be arriving in...er Port Royal within the next few hours"

"Good, tell the crew and prepare 'hem we'll be docking 'ere for a short amount of time i got to make a short trip to an old friend of mine"

"Does that friend of yours include the wedded Mr. and Mrs. Turner?" he replied.

"Aye" he responded keeping to the point and giving a direct answer. The man nodded before walking back to his post and pulling out a small canteen filled with rum and drinking happily.

Cotton stood in the crows nest, his faithful bird sat on his shoulders ready to speak for him should the worst happen.

The rest of the crew however were all getting drunk they were having some time off and decided to make the most of it. Tables of poker, cards, and other games were being played with the combination of rum of course made everything enjoyable.

Everyone was having the time of their lives, and enjoying it. But little did they know what the future held for each and everyone one of them.