Early the next day in the galley of the Misty Lady...
Jack had found a note on, of all places, his forehead when he woke up, telling him to go to the galley of the Misty Lady. So, curious as to why, he followed the note's instruction. Pretty soon, he heard some voices.
"Do you think Da will like these?" Christine asked.
"I don't know." Teague said. "I wish you'd tell me what your secret ingredient was."
"But Grand Da, then it wouldn't be a secret!"
Jack smirked, already knowing what was going on by the sweet smell that now filled the air. Sure enough, as he walked in, Christine was just finished icing a cookie. "Hello Sweetheart."
Christine looked up and smiled at Jack. "Morning Da!" She said, before holding up a plate of cookies. "Here, I baked these for you!"
Jack took the plate. "Thank you."
Christine smiled, but then her smile fell as she looked down at the floor. "I'm sorry about last night."
Jack couldn't help but to smile. "It's ok Christie."
Christine looked up at him, wiping her eyes. "Well, c'mon, try a cookie!"
Jack quickly picked one up and took a bite. Teague couldn't help but to smirk as Jack shivered. "Christine, why don't you go over to the Pearl and share those with your Uncle Barbossa?"
Christine nodded. "Can I share them with Fitzy too?"
Jack, swallowed the cookie. "Fitzy?"
"Yes. I think he said his name was Fitzwilliam P. Dalton the third. He's one of my friends."
Teague saw anger flash across Jack's face, and decided to change the subject. He picked up a cookie and bit into it. He could see way Jack had shivered. He couldn't taste anything but sugar, and a slight hint of something else. "What was your secret ingredient?"
"Rum." Christine said, before turning to Jack. "Da, remember what I said to you yesterday?"
"How could I forget my six year old saying something like that to me? Why?"
"What does it mean?"
Below deck a few minutes later...
Christine was holding a small bag of cookies that Jack had iced himself. She did like these cookies better than the ones she iced, though for her it wasn't that much better. With a big smile on her face, she skipped around the corner...
...and straight into someone.
"Oh! Sorry!" A boy said, quickly getting up before offering Christine a hand. "Here, let me help."
Christine looked up at the boy in shock. He didn't look to be that old. Actually, he looked to be about her own age, maybe a little older. He had brown hair and brown eyes. He was wearing a white shirt, a light brown vest, dark brown trousers, a blue sash, brown boots, and a small tri corn hat. "Who are you?" Christine asked, taking his hand.
"William Turner, though everybody just calls me Willy." He said, smiling as he helped her up.
"I'm Christine Sparrow." Christine said. "What are you doing on my Grand Da's ship?"
"My Mom is a friend of Captain Teague's. She asked him to take me with him. Saying something about wanting him to introduce me to the 'family business', whatever that means." Willy said, before smiling. "Though, thanks to Captain Teague, I met my Grandma."
"Your grandma?"
"Arabella Turner."
"She's your Grandma?"
Willy nodded, before rolling his eyes. "She wont leave me alone! She's always saying stuff like 'don't sit like that' or 'no rolling your eyes' or-"
"'No talking with your mouth full'?" Christine added. "My Da's the same."
"I'd better get going." Willy said. "I'm supposed to be studying spelling." He then started to go around Christine.
"Wait!" Christine said, before placing the bag of cookies in Willy's hands. "It was nice meeting you!" She then ran away with a huge smile on her face...
I was starting to feel bad for Christine (a six year old surrounded by grown rum soaked pirates...) I had to give her a friend
Why Willy Turner? Just for fun!!!