Chapter 7

I admit it. There's nothing like sailing the seven sea's. The wind whipping your hair, the salty air filling your lungs. Then for it all to be ruined by some stupid black smith sharpening his sword.

"Can you stop that, it's really, and I mean REALLY, annoying" I said closing my eye's.

"I'd rather fight with a sharp sword thank you." He then seemed to feel that we needed to know a sob story about himself. "When I was a lad living in England, my mother raised me by herself. After she died, I came out here looking for my father" Will said, holding up his blade for inspection.

"Boohoo, I'm crying see that?" I licked my finger and wiped my eye. "Real tears that"

"Is that so?" said dad, not impressed, wanting to know more about Will.

"My father, Will Turner. At the jail, it was only after you learned my name that you agreed to help. Since that's what I wanted I didn't press the matter. I'm not a simpleton, Jack. You knew my father"

Dad had NEVER told me about any body called William Turner. And my dad told me almost everything. Then I thought back. He hadn't told me about the curse. Nowadays, dad was more secretive. He didn't tell me all that he could. And he knew a lot. He used to tell me something every night about stuff he'd been through, people he knew. But now he wouldn't tell me anything new. It was unfair.

"I knew 'im. Probably one of the few who knew him as William Turner. Everyone else just called him Bootstrap or Bootstrap Bill." Continued dad.

"Bootstrap?" asked Will, confused. Hah! Now I understood! Dad never told me anything about William Turner, but he'd told me about Bootstrap! Finally, something that Will should no, but didn't. And I DID.

"Good man. Good pirate. I swear, you look just like him"

"It's not true. He was a merchant sailor. A good, respectable man who obeyed the law" Will was yelling now. Clearly, he hated people talking about his father like that.

"It's not true. He was a merchant sailor" I mimicked a little kid's annoying squeaky voice. Will grabbed my neck, and I gasped.

"He was a bloody pirate, a scallywag." Said dad pulling Will off me.

"My father was NOT A PIRATE!" Will unsheathed his sword pointing it at dad. Considering where he was standing I wouldn't have done that. It was right inline with the...

"Put it away, son." I winced when dad called Will his son. I know, I know, it's not true, but calling some one like HIM that got me worked up. "It's not worth you getting beat up again.

"You didn't beat me! You ignored the rules of engagement. In a fair fight, I'd killed you"

I laughed. Sorry, I couldn't help it. I mean, a fair fight, dad? Impossible. Even more impossible than Will killing dad. And that, was saying something.

"Then that's not much incentive for me to fight fair, then, is it?" dad moved one of the sails, the yard hitting Will and swinging him out to sea. If he let go, it would be bye, bye problems, hello heaven. "Now, as long as you're just hanging there, pay attention. The only rules that really matter are these what a man can do and what a man can't' do. For instance, you can accept that your father was a pirate and a good man or you can't. But pirate is in your blood, boy, so you'll have to square with that someday. Now, me, for example, I can let you drown but I can't bring this ship into Tortuga all on my ownsey, with a 11 year old girl, savvy? So?" Dad brought Will back to the boat, much to my disappointment. "Can you sail under the command of a pirate. Or can you not?:"

I wanted to shout "NOT" but I guess, I didn't feel like it. Dad offered Will his sword back. Will took the offering.

"Tortuga?"

"Tortuga!"

I was pretty happy. I love Tortuga. It is possibly the second best place to be in the world. The first is out at open ocean.

As soon as we reached Tortuga, dad got two slaps. Well not at once. Basically, one of his 'ex-lovers' Scarlett was there. Dad saw her and was happy. For a second.

"Scarlet!" he cried. Scarlet went up to dad slapped him, then walked off. "Not sure I deserved that... Giselle!" another 'ex-lover'.

"Who was SHE?"she exploded, then too, slapped dad and walked off.

"I may have deserved that." We walked off, dad rubbing his sore face all the while.