Pirates Pals II: Bonjour Paris!
Chap 4--Friendship Secrets
A/N: Thank you for your reviews and hits! This time, Jack and his pals are off to the Eiffel tower!
Jack
Poor Will had to carry all of Liz's shopping bags! Meself was very much surprised why her Dad paid for those expensive goods, while Tommy was standing there looking bored, as usual.
"Jack, it's eight, let's go to bed now! I'm turning off the lights—" called Will from the other side of the room.
"Yeah, Jacky, time to sleep!" Tommy mocked; his bed was on Will's side, mine next to the window,
I rolled my eyes. So annoying. Not. "Right, right, Will, let me just finish this last sentence…"
Me writing again…
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Woke up early again this morning, realized we were to visit the Eiffel tower! I was so excited…never believed I could get this far…
After getting off the tube at Tocadero station, I ran eagerly, ahead of everyone, thinking I'd get up first. Oh come on, waking early must have some advantages!
…but my thumping heart was stopped by the sight of a huge crowd of people waiting, hoping to glimpse Paris from the Eiffel like I did. Bugger. Never knew there'd be this many people!
"Children," Gov Swann looked around. "Looks like…"
"Many people are queuing?" I helped.
Gov paused, staring at me before asking, "Anyone would like to wait? It'd take hours here, or we could always go get ice cream!"
Adults! Did they think they could buy us teens with…ice cream?
"No, sir. I'd preferred we wait here," No, I knew what you are thinking, it wasn't Will who said that. Tom! "Well, it's not everyday that you're in Paris, isn't it?" DUH! Everyone knew that, smarty-pants!
I stuck my tongue out at him, while Tommy remained silent.
"Ok, Dad, let's wait…" The Queen made her decision, and it was done. Will agreed completely.
I had no choice. "Fine. Bugger, didn't even bring my iPod!"
Will nudged me, saying, "Jack, it's not only you that don't have something to do!" Right, Mr. Precise.
"Mmm," I pretended to think, "Calculating from the rate that our queue moved per minute, we'd probably get up the Eiffel in the evening, just in time from dinner!"
Will shot me a look. "It's only nine o'clock, calm down, Jack!"
I nodded.
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At precisely eleven o'clock, I grabbed Will, saying, "Let's play a li' game, shall we?"
He uttered, "You're…not saying hide and seek, are you?" So…naïve!
"Uh, no, it's called questioning the suspect, savvy?" I held him so he faced Tommy. "Oo..ok"
We walked over to him. "What's the matter?" he asked politely.
"No need to fake manners nor to call or impress anyone!" I snapped.
Tommy returned to his normal self, hissing, "So?" He glanced at Elizabeth. "And if you're here about the girl, don't bother, 'cause I'm just friends with her."
Will was more than surprised… "But the chatting, everything…"
Tommy shrugged. "It's what friends do, isn't it? Just want to get to know her better. I mean, she acted like I was some sort of monster when we first met! I know she's yours…and, a question for you, Turner. Really, you don't remember me at all?"
Will
Huh? This weird dude asking me if I remembered him? Surely I had never met or live with some as nasty.
Then I stared at his face intently…wait a minute…that scar, on his left cheek, looked kind of familiar. My head swirled as I recalled of the accident happened one Christmas Eve at the Orphanage House when I was nothing but a seven-year-old boy, dreaming of becoming pirates.
(Flashback)
The living room was as frigid as could be, since evil Mrs. Ginger never left any logs in the fireplace; Like she had to worry, she had her own warm, comfortable room.
Reading "The History of Pirates," a copy I'd borrowed from the library earlier that day, I was interested in nothing but Black Beard's life…until
"Hey, Turner! Wanna fight?" a friendly voice yelled.
I looked up to see an eight-year-old boy with messy black hair and bright, adventurous blue eyes standing in front of the armchair I was in.
"You challenged me, Captain Williams!" I smiled, dropping my book and receiving the sword thrown by Tom, my best friend.
"It's on!" Tom shouted, making the first move.
We parried and fought when accidentally, my wooden toy sword brushed him in the face, Tom falling down.
"Tom? Are you ok? I'm sorry…didn't mean to…" I quickly went to pull him up, and, in shock, saw blood oozing in the wound.
"Nah, Turner, men don't cry," he brushed off his sides, saying, "I'm fine, now, who's up for another round?"
"But you're bleeding…" I pointed out.
He gently touched his wound. "This is like real fighting!" Tom exclaimed excitedly. "And this be my pirate scar…"
Tom grinned so proudly I couldn't help laughing, "Fine, Capt Williams, if ye see it that way, then," I raised my sword up.
(End Flashback)
"You don't mean…you're not…" I couldn't believe it, was this boy my long lost best friend?
"Yeah," he took my hand, brushing it against his scar. "It's me, Taunting Tom. You're not getting rid of me this easily!"
I hugged Tom, glad that I'd found him at last. "All these years, and you still have that scar?" I laughed, shaking my head wonderingly.
"How could I forget, Capt Turner?" Tom joked, while it was Jack's turn to look puzzled.
"Wha…what…are you telling me this guy…" he made obvious gestures to Tom.
"Is my old friend!" I grabbed Jack's shoulder, him screaming, "Whoa, whoa, where are ye taking me??"
Jack
I couldn't believe it! The whelp was gripping my shoulders? And what's this with the entire 'friends reunion' thing?
"Jack," Will said in a soothing tone, "Tom's an old bud of mine from the Orphanage, but he was adopted a couple of years ago. Since then, I was alone,"
Oh my God. There were surprises left in this world! Like how the totally bad guy could become a too nice guy's friend?
I made my best 'ok-I-get-it, now-let's-change-the-subject' smile, "Ah dear William, the old friends joke never gets old, right?"
"Right," Will nodded, but then whispered warningly, afraid that Tom would hear. "…but Tom's a bit on his…" he made the universal 'crazy' gesture with his fingers. "…crazy side, annoying but a true friend. Mrs. Ginger used to say that it was impossible for me to be friends with him, but we were thick as thieves. Nigh inseparable, and complemented each other like French Fries and Ketchup—"
I cut him off. "Yummy similes, eh? Speaking of that, it's lunch now…and I'm—"
"I know!" Will patted my back. "Hungry, aren't you, but, all I want you to know is, Tom's completely the opposite of me—that's why he was annoying us from the beginning of the trip. Sly, lying, joking, teasing and hilarious boy he was," he added. I knew you missed him, blah, blah, blah, but would you just get on with it and let me eat?
"I get it…lunch, anyone?" I said loudly, turning to Tommy.
He smirked, "Nice to meet ya," waving, he called after Will and me as we ran to the fast food stall near by. "And don't think, because you're friend with Turner, I'll stop calling ya pirate-freak, Jacky!"
Right!
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Liz
Thanks to Will and Jack, we all had nice pizza and French fries for lunch (Of course, Dad was like, "Elizabeth? Those food don't have all the nutrients required in the Food—"
"Pyramid, I know, Dad, but save it this time, they're delicious! Want to try one? Just some French Fries and he was fine with everything. Ha.) and the attitude toward Tom was friendlier now.
Will nudged me, "What?" I asked.
"I found an old friend," he said.
"Where?" I looked around.
"Right here! Tom Williams," Tom waved at me.
"You two know each other! Wonderful!" I brightened, picking up more French Fries.
"Kids, time to go up!" Gov Swann announced. Jack jumped up, shouting, "Yay!" like a child, so much for calling others childish!
Jack
It was a looong wait, and finally we got up the lift….
However, it was disappointing. Sure, there were great views of Paris, but it wasn't worth waiting two hours for. At all.
Going down? Don't even get me started on that. Waited another forty minutes before limping down. My feet were going to be so paralyzed after this.
No! Gov did NOT say that—I scratched me ears, asking Will once again, and the answer was still the same.
We were going to the main shopping street of Paris—Champs Elysee, with Liz cheering in glee and Tom rolling his eyes.
Not more walking!
Bugger.
A/N: I know, how come Tom's suddenly the good guy? Well, he's not one, not exactly—his character, being playful and the trickster, was still the same. He'd annoy Will and Jack the whole trip! Making sure they're not fighting for the girl, too soap-opera-ish. Anyways, thank YOU for everything!
Chap 5, coming soon!
Lots of love
Your ever humble fanfic writer :)
