Family Reunion

Chapter 7:

It's Just The Beginning

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What I was thinking, instead of flashbacks, maybe just start a whole new story for both Jack and Angie. One for each. I'm not too sure yet, but what do you think? Let me know in your review.

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Jack walked into his new bedroom. There on the bed, was a large box. He frowned, knowing what it was, and opened the box. Inside, was another dreadful pair of "proper" clothing for him to wear. He refused to wear it. Throughout the last couple days within staying with the Beckett's, Jack had been forced to do many things he did not want to do, and he normally didn't do this stuff. It was out of the question for a pirate to do things like this. He absolutely hated it. He looked at the clothes, and picked them up, and walked over to the window. He opened up the window, and threw the clothes out the window. He closed it, hearing someone scream, and walked away, ignoring the screaming woman. He kept his normal pirate clothing on, and smiled satisfactorily at his work.

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A maid for the Beckett's was outside watering the plants, when out of nowhere, a pile of clothing was tossed onto her head. She screamed, from shock, and then took the clothes off of her head. She sighed, and looked up at Jack's window, knowing what had happened. The boy had done it again, but at least the clothing was still clean. The previous time, it had landed on the bushes, fell into the mud, and fell into the water bucket that the woman used to water the plants with. She shook her head disappointingly, sighed again, and then walked inside, leave the bucket of water by the plants, and then walked inside to find Lord Beckett. She walked through the halls, then knocked on the two large wooden doors in front of her.

"Come in." Answered a man's muffled voice from behind the door.

The maid opened the doors, and walked in, and up to the Lord's desk. She looked at the pile of clothing still in her hands, and then up at Beckett.

"What is it now, Lillian?" Beckett asked in a bit of an annoyed tone. "I was busy working on strategies for the fleet."

"I'm sorry sir, but…he's done it again." Lillian said as she held out the clothing towards him.

Beckett sighed. "The boy will never learn, will he?" he asked more to himself than his maid.

"I suppose not sir, but at least these one's are still in perfectly fine condition." The maid informed him.

"Thanks you Lillian." Beckett said.

"You're welcome, sir. What should I be doing with these then?" She asked, looking down at the clothes.

"Return them to his room, and try to get him to wear them, I suppose. But I doubt the stubborn young pirate will do so. Bring the clothing back to me if you can't get him to wear them." Beckett said, rather carelessly. He was growing tired, and annoyed with Jack's stunts, in which he knew the boy thought were rather humorous. He had ruined at least 4 pairs of clothing by now, and by god, he would get the boy to wear them one day or another, and today would be the day. Beckett knew it. He knew Lillian would be back.

Lillian nodded. "Yes, sir." And then she exited.

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Lillian knocked on Jack's door. Jack was playing with his sword in which he had managed to be able to keep, and when he heard the knock, he sheathed his sword, and then answered. "Come in."

Lillian walked in. "Lord Beckett required for you to put these on." She said to him.

"I thought you got the message I didn't want to wear those bloody outfits the first time when I dropped them into your bucket of water." Jack said. "And again when I dropped them into the mud, and the third time when I dropped them into the bushes." He added.

"He's not going to give up you know. You might as well put these on before Lord Beckett gets angry with you and beats you. He can you know." Lillian informed Jack.

"He already IS angry with me Lillian. He would have beat me already if he had the guts." Jack told her. "But he hasn't. has he?"

"No, sir, but-"

"Exactly." He said. "Do not call me sir, Lillian. It sounds-" Jack just made a face to explain it. "Savvy?"

Lillian nodded a bit hesitantly. "But will you please, for your own sake, put these on? Jack?" She begged.

"I can't be doin' that, Lillian." Jack told her.

"And why not, Jack?" The maid asked him.

"Because that's not who I am." Jack told her. He had said this several times now. He loved tossing the clothes out of the window, and getting Beckett annoyed, but what was really annoying was when the maid then came in and begged him to stop, and why he always threw the clothes away. Then Beckett would come in and scold him, and then that would be it, and he'd get to keep his pirate clothing on because he had no clothes that were, "suitable" and "mini Beckett" refused to hand over any of his clothing to Jack. But this time, the outfit had missed its initial target, and now he may end up wearing the horrid clothing.

"But Jack, Lord Beckett will not like this. You shouldn't anger him." Lillian insisted.

"Ya might as well give up, Lillian. I'm not giving up my pirate life. Face it." Jack told her.

Lillian sighed. "Have it your way then, Jack. I'll have to go to Lord Beckett and tell him that you refused. But you've been warned."

Jack rolled his eyes, sat down on his bed, and watched as Lillian left his room. It would only be a matter of time until Beckett came in and yelled at him.

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Beckett stomped in about 10 minutes later, with 'mini Beckett' trailing right behind him. "Do you enjoy angering me?" He asked angrily.

Jack gave a pondering look for a moment, and looked up at the ceiling, then he looked back, smiling, and nodded. "Yep! Very much actually…"

Beckett glared at him. "It's not wise to anger me boy.-"

"-The name's Jack, mate." Jack told Beckett with his easy going manner. It only made Beckett angrier.

"This clothing" He said, holding out the clothing Jack had thrown out the window, "is not cheap…Jack. They cost a lot, and you WILL wear them! One way or another!" Beckett said.

"An' what if I don't?" Jack asked.

"Then you shall be beaten."

"If that were true, mate, I'd already 'ave been beaten several times." Jack retorted smartly.

Beckett's face cringed and twisted into a tight angry form. "Ahh. But you will today!" Beckett said.

"What makes ya' so sure o' that?" Jack asked.

"I can do it you know. I won't hesitate."

"As much as you did last time? And the time before, and the time before that?" Jack asked as he rose one eyebrow and folded his arms, still sitting calmly on his bed, as if it were a regular, non-heated discussion.

"Do not insult me, Sparrow."

"Do I look like a bird to you, mate?" Jack asked as he cocked his head to the side, just trying to annoy and anger the man more.

"Knock it off, Jack Sparrow, before I end up killing you!"

"You know, I'd have thought you'd beat me by now. But it seems that you just don't have the guts, and just stand there and let me anger and annoy and insult you more." Jack said smartly. "So if you say you're going to kill me, yer really sayin' yer just goin' ta keep on listenin' ta me, an' keep lettin' me tick you off, because you don't have the guts-as I said before- to even pinch me. So therefore, why should I be afraid of you, and take that as a threat, since you can't even pinch me?" Jack finished.

Beckett scrunched his face in confusion, and looked at Jack. "Guards!" He shouted, and two guards immediately show up in the room.

"Take young Jack Sparrow to the dungeons, and whip him. Show no mercy." Beckett instructed.

"Look at tha'! Ya can't even whip me yerself ya weak cowardly git." Jack called back at Beckett.

The guards grabbed him by the arms, and took him to the dungeon.

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Jack sat at his bed. The sky was dark and starless, and the sliver of moon that was shown in the sky made a small glowing reflection upon the floor, lighting it up as well as Jack's boots just barely, scarcely showing its presence upon the floor and Jack's knee-high boots his father had bought him. Remembering the old times didn't help the immense stinging in the young pirate's back as he let a few tears drip down his face. It was a blessing that the Beckett's and the maids, and other servants within the household were asleep, and the moon did not choose to reflect briefly upon his face as well, nor his back, for obvious reasons.

He had not cried during the whipping, for sure. He was much better than that than to show that he had felt enough pain to cry. It would only show weakness.

That's why it was more than an act of god for Jack that the Beckett's and the other's within the household had retired to the bed chambers earlier than usual, seeing as Jack occasionally let out a snuffle, sob, grunt, or cry from the sadness, and the pain.

Jack partially wished that he hadn't been so bold and heroic and let his sister run off to be free of the gruesome Beckett family, and elect to stay behind for her. He wants so badly for her to be there, at all times, to hold onto, help with his wounds, and keep him at least remotely happy. The only slight bit of satisfaction he got around the place anymore was pissing off the Beckett's, and the servants and maids. But even that didn't make him wish he'd have done something different, or even obeyed Lord Beckett. He missed his sister. He missed his mother, whom he barely knew, despite the 5 years he was with her for. And even though he wouldn't actually admit it out loud, he truly did miss his father. The one who had took him on so many adventures while growing up. The one who had taught him about pirating. He loved his father despite some of the things he did that made Jack angry with him. Such as how he didn't have time to train Jack to sword fight, and yet he did Angie. How he didn't truly fight to protect Jack and his sister, but more or less his reputation and ship. And how he had made the deal with Beckett that had sealed this miserable fate before the young pirate.

But something had changed on the day that Eliza Sparrow died. Something about Captain Teague Sparrow changed on the day of May 6th 5 long years ago. The man became a drunkard, and a pirate. A scallywag! Teague Sparrow's feathers were ruffled, and they never did smooth back down into the graceful blades they had once been. He seemed older, and more worn out, and he seemed like he had given up on everything. He became a bit more strict with the children, and as soon as he had it all prepared, the family moved out of London, and went off to the Caribbean, hoping to forget the sadness and grief that lingered every time they walked through the doors of their home, and every time they passed a shop, building, or saw a picture, or favorite of something that Eliza had cared for, shown interest in, or graced her presence to. The children and Teague were never the same ever since then, and they had sailed the seas ever since June 3rd, spending the least time possible in port.

Jack grinded his teeth together, and seethed in pain for a moment, with another harsh sting he received from his back. He tried to picture his darling older sister, and his mother, but the pain and sorrow distracted him, making it impossible to look back and recall their faces and such. Jack sighed. He knew he wouldn't be able to sleep tonight. He was too in pain, and not to mention, if he did go to sleep, his back would sting more from touching another solid item. He let another few tears slip beneath his worn and tired puffy eyes, and sat there, looking down at the lowly moon lit cement floor, passing the time by as he watched its shadow fade back into day as his eyes dropped, unable to sleep through the night, watching as the moonlight was replaced by sunlight, which Jack found harshly burning his eyes with the sudden brightness. He covered his face, and before he knew it, there was a knock on the door. Without an answer from Jack, the person entered. To Jack's complete and utter dismay, in walked Lord short Beckett, and his son mini Beckett trotting from behind, both dressed in fine blue and gold outfits and clad in white powdered wigs. Jack thought they looked ridiculous, but was too worn out and too sagged and saddened that he wasn't able to, nor did he want to laugh, or even stifle a small giggle at their preposterous appearance.

"No laughing this time? Not even a grin?" Chirped mini Beckett cruelly.

"No, mate." Jack replied in a low, soft voice.

"And why is that, perhaps?" Lord Beckett questioned, giving a small smirk between his cheeks, thinking that he had finally broke in the wild stallion that was Jack Sparrow.

Jack shrugged, his hat over his face as he leaned against a pillow against the wall with his hands folded within each other and his right leg splayed straight while his left was lifted up a bit, folded and bent at the knee.

"If your not going to answer, then perhaps you'll answer this: Will you wear your uniform, boy, or will I have to force it upon you myself?" Beckett asked.

"No need." Jack said in the same tone as before.

"You mean you're agreeing?" mini Beckett asked with raised eyebrow.

"Aye, mate. You happy?"

"Quite." Lord Beckett answered. "I expect you out in at least 20 minutes, no more, or I will get a servant or maid to fetch you." He came up to Jack, placed the pile of neatly folded clothes upon Jack's bed, and walked out, mini Beckett spinning around, his coat tail flying for a moment to follow the quick movement, and then straightened and followed after the Beckett's as they walked down the hall, down the steps, and then could no longer be heard.

Jack got up slowly, taking his hat off, sighing deeply, and then looked up. He looked back down, turned to face his bed where the reached outfit lie, and then picked the outfit up in his hands, and unfolded it out before himself to observe it. "Brace yourself, Jacky. There's no telling how yer goin' ter look in one o' these things."

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Look at that! Jack actually listening to orders. I know this chapter was a bit depression, but I promise the next will try to contain some present events going on, including arriving in Shipwreck Cove. So brace yourselves, review, and I'll update ASAP!! Thanks everyone! I'm so sorry if this chapter has mistakes and stuff, more than usual, because I was too lazy to reread it and edit it as usual. I really wanted to post it. Thanks again for understanding!

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