This chapter is very important for what will happen later on in the story.
You get to see different sides to old characters and some new ones.
as always R&R
"Gregory," Jack shouted below deck. In a moment Greg came up on deck, his hair a mess apparently awoken from his sleep.
"What Uncle," he asked.
"Give this to your dearly beloved when she climbs aboard," Jack told him, "Tell her the whelp said same conditions apply."
"Yes," Greg answered with a yawn. He made his way to the stern and lowered the line for the longboat into the water and waited.
Greg fell back asleep and was awoken later by someone yelling, "Greg, please pull up." Greg pulled the longboat and Qwin climbed out.
"Thank you Greg," she said with a smile.
"You look cold," Greg stated. Qwin nodded and Greg gave her his jacket.
"So you're calling me Greg now," he pointed out.
"I believe we've known each other long enough," Qwin told him before giving him a quick kiss. He smiled back and pulled her into a passionate kiss. They stood there for a while and then Qwin broke apart.
"How I hate swimming," she stated wringing out her hair.
"I learned very similar to you, I've survived," Greg replied putting his arms around Qwin.
"You're always there to pull me out of the water," Qwin told him.
"And always will be," he said before kissing her again. Greg and Qwin had been meeting each other on deck at night for the past two weeks, discussing things together and other odds and ends. The crew had become accustom to the two together and stopped making jokes out of their actions.
"I have something for you," Greg said, breaking their kiss. Qwin extended her hands for whatever he had for her. Greg handed it to her. Qwin looked down at the envelope, in a loopy cursive she could read what said Elizabeth.
"My uncle told me to tell you the whelp said same conditions apply," Greg said to her. Qwin knew immediately Jack meant his old friend Will, for some reason he kept on calling him the whelp. Qwin thanked Greg and put the letter in her pants pocket.
"Aren't you going to read it," Greg asked.
"I can't, I've got strict orders from my friend to give this to Elizabeth in Singapore," Qwin told Greg. Greg looked away at the mention of Singapore. Greg dreaded the day he would be apart from Qwin.
"I don't know why I'm going, but after I sort out why I must be going I will come back and see you." Greg smiled and kissed Qwin again. He then put his arm around her and they walked to the other side of the ship.
"Isn't that cute," Jack asked a crewman. The crewman looked oddly at him and walked away.
"It seems just yesterday we saw that with her parents," Gibbs stated.
"I can't wait to see dear William's face when he finds his daughter have fallen for a Sparrow," Jack exclaimed. The fact that Qwin was indeed Will's daughter brought something to Jack's attention.
"Do we treat her any different that she's the whelp's daughter," he asked.
"I don't know. If we don't want her to suspect anything different I say we make no change in our behavior, but one thing," Gibbs told Jack.
"What shall we change," Jack asked curiously.
"No more swimming lessons for the lass."
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SINGAPORE
The stilted houses and steam of Singapore could be seen for up to a good few leagues into the sea. The city had been rebuilt peacefully and hoped all hostilities would leave the scene. One person who oversaw this was the Pirate King. She made sure no one dared to enter Singapore without one heck of a battle driving them out. Aside from dealing with the constant threat of navies and other armed forces from around the world, the current Pirate King also had to deal with her unruly five year old son.
"Willy can you please put this on," Elizabeth yelled into her son's room holding a shirt and pair of pants.
"No," a small voice yelled back from inside, "I don't want to wear that." A shuffling of feet was heard to the door and immediately after a clicking noise Elizabeth dropped the clothes and pulled on the door knob.
"William Turner do not lock this door on me," she shouted. Willy stood and watched the door shake and the doorknob rattle. This was the fourth time this week his mother attempted to put him in a different style of clothes. He loved his loose dark blue pants and tight fitting red jacket he usually wore, along with the gold slippers someone on the docks gave him. He never part with the outfit unless it was wash day, when he still attempted to not let his mother have it to clean. Apart from his appearance, he fit in perfect with the other children who lived around him. He could understand what all the native inhabitants were saying, but strictly kept to English when talking to his mother. Willy waited for his mother to stop pacing in front of the door and finally opened it. He loved how she would always come back with a cutlass or another weapon and threaten to open the door by using it. She would count from three and depending on Willy's mood (and the type of weapon his mother held) he would open the door immediately or wait. When he would open the door it was accustom that he would look up at his mother with his eyes wide. This made Elizabeth drop her weapon and pick up her son. When she wasn't look Willy would smile, Wait till I use that on other people he thought to himself.
Elizabeth loved having Willy for company, but always felt empty. She always had something inside her telling her she had lost two important people in her life. She also felt horrible that Willy was completely ignorant to anything. Elizabeth hadn't told him about his father or sister, and didn't know when to or how.
"Willy, please put this on, if you hate it I won't make you wear it, I promise," Elizabeth said to her son.
Willy made a face but after his mother put him down he took the clothes and said, "Alright."
A few minutes later Willy came out of his room in his new clothes. Although it was different, he immediately began to love the feeling of the loose black pants, and something new, a light colored loose shirt.
"Do you like it," Elizabeth asked.
"Yes mother," Willy replied. Elizabeth beamed, she had finally gotten her son into clothes presentable if she ever decided to take him back to the Caribbean.
"Can I wear a hat like you," Willy asked.
"Of course," Elizabeth told him, "But you'll have to brush your hair first." Willy made a face but walked away with his mother to tame the beast that was his blonde hair.
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The Flying Dutchman
Will couldn't seem to get Qwin off his mind. The fact that she had been with him for a good amount of time and had never spent any real time together made him feel horrible. He knew that if he tried looking for her he would first probably have no avail and secondly he'd be straying from his duty to the sea, and that wouldn't make Calypso happy.
"You seem upset," Bootstrap said to his son noting he spent hours on end staring into the ocean,
"It's complicated," Will told him wanting not having to tell his father the story.
"It can't be too complicated," Bill replied. Will knew he had no way out and had to explain the truth to his father.
cliffhanger...