Chapter Nine
"Elizabeth Swann, how nice to see you," Beckett said, not completely satisfied. Elizabeth had a pistol out, just as Beckett saw her last. "I want my son, and I want him now," she told him. She frowned at him ferociously, almost ready to shoot. Beckett motioned for Norrington to let go of Ricky, which he did. The boy barely moved, but made his way slowly toward his mother. Ricky looked absolutely frightened, especially seeing his mother holding a fully loaded pistol; as well as one of the most said dangerous pirates in the world, also with a pistol out. Claire wasn't completely calm, but she didn't look so scared anymore. Elizabeth, seeing the way Claire was handling herself, figured that stuff somewhat like this happened often enough to get used to, with Jack and his daughter.
"So, what is this? Some crazy messed up, family, I'd say," began Beckett. "Elizabeth Swann and Jack Sparrow, with one Turner child and one Sparrow child." Elizabeth whispered to Ricky for him to join Jack and Claire, while she moved ahead, her pistol still pointed at Beckett. She cocked it, as she told him, "I am not with Jack Sparrow. I am married to William Turner." Jack noiced the way she told that to Beckett, and gulped. I may not have a chance with her after all. Jack then backed up, motioning for the children to go with him. Claire and Ricky both ran out the door before Jack even reached it, as Jack was backing up slowly, waiting for Elizabeth. She then began to back up, a little quicker than Jack, but steadily.
"Have fun without us."
With that statement, Elizabeth and Jack both ran out the door. They met up with the children down at the dock, where Will was clutching for his son in fear. "No time for hugs now, mate. We need to set sail," Jack told Will, rushing him and his son to get on the ship. Elizabeth gave Claire a quick hug, and rushed her along onto to ship as Jack did the same to her. As soon as they were all back on the Pearl, Pintel and Ragetti picked up the plank, and threw it aside. Gibbs and Anamaria began to hoist the anchor, just in time to see the Royal Navy running down the dock to them.
Jack made sure he steered the ship out just in time, because the crew of the Navy were all taking out their pistols. As soon as they were distant enough to stop ducking and paying too much attention, Jack had Gibbs take the wheel. He decided to join his daughter, her brother, his former flame and his best friend's son, to make use of his time. "That trip didn't go so well, don't you think?" he asked, joinging their circle of conversation. He sat beside his Claire, put and arm around her, and held her close. She gave a somewhat embarrassed look; normally, Claire wouldn't have minded, but around another teenager, even if only her brother, she didn't want to look to chummy with her father.
"Maybe not," Ricky told him. Jack looked at him, confused. "What do you mean?" he asked. Claire stood up, and pulled out from her shirt a little brown sack. She dropped it into Jack's hand, and he felt right away what it was - Davy Jones' heart. The beating gave it away. "How...did you get this?" he asked, bewildered and extremely shocked. Claire giggled, "You and Elizabeth...I mean, mom...distracted them enough for me to snatch it." Jack still looked surprised, and Elizabeth led the group in to laugher as they watched the frozen Jack. When he realized what they were laughing at, he pocketed the heart and frowned at them all.
"My ship, my rules, and here is rule number one - no laughing at the Captain!"
The group began to laugh all the more when Jack had said that. Will put his arm around Elizabeth, holding her close, and gave her a sweet peck on the lips. Jack had wanted to pounce at him then, but knew it wouldn't solve anything. Is he trying to make me jealous? Claire noticed the ridgedness in her father, and gave Ricky a serious look. She tilted her head one way, meaning for him to meet her away from the adults. He nodded, and the two teenagers got up. "Sorry to intrude," Ricky began, "But we have some other business to take care of." Elizabeth was shocked to hear what her son had said. What other business could two children have?
As Claire and Ricky reached a speaking point, which as always was behind the mast, Claire pulled Ricky closer to her so she could whisper. "Did you see that?" she asked. Ricky shook his head. "My dad - Jack Sparrow - he...tensed up when he saw your parents kissing," she explained. Ricky's eyes went somewhat wide, "You don't think...?" Claire nodded. "I do think Ricky Turner. I think he's in love with our mom!" Ricky was silent, and he gave one more look to the parents before looking back at Claire. "What could we do about it? It's not like I want my parents to break up," he told her. Claire nodded, she figured what he meant. Ricky did some more thinking and then sighed.
"Fine. I do want them to break up. I like your dad better. But what would we about it?"
"I have no idea," Claire murmured, thinking. She tapped her foot as she thought, and Ricky began to think too. It was then that Claire had a look of sheer amazement on her face. "I've got it!" she cried. Ricky look at her intently, waiting for her idea. "We have a huge family dinner...that means me, you, and both our parents. Then we drag away your dad somehow, and replace him with a large bottle of rum!" Suer, it wasn't the best idea, but it was all Claire had; and it also wasn't too obvious, either. Ricky nodded and smiled widely, "Very good idea!"