A/N: Hey guys! Thanks for reviewing! You've inspired me to
write more, and I
especially love how you liked the Rrrum, savveeee? line because it made me laugh whilst
writing it... Anyway - chapter two! Enjoy! :D
"Boy," Jack called, addressing the two-year-old. The kid stopped his bread-scarfing and
stared up into his father's eyes, identical to his. "What did your mama call you?"
"Mama?" the boy asked before stuffing a crust into his mouth.
"Aye, that woman you were with," he replied, stooping to accompany the kid.
The child blinked.
"Don't you have a name?" Jack asked.
"Whazzat?"
"A name is something you call somebody," Jack explained. The boy just stared in awe at
his daddy as if he were the wisest man alive.
"Call me sum'tin!" the boy said eagerly.
"So you don't have a name," Jack muttered thoughtfully.
"That too long a-name," the boy said, eyeing Jack warily.
"That's not going to be your name, boy! Of course it has to be something short and
easy," Jack snapped. "How about... Jim?"
"Zim!" The boy laughed. "Zim a name."
"Yes, Jim is a name," Jack answered, sighing.
"You name?" Jim asked.
"Yes, I named you," Jack said, confused.
"No! Whazzo name?"
"What's my name?"
"Yesh!"
"Say 'aye', Jim, you're a pirate now," Jack corrected him.
"Whazzo name?" Jim asked again.
"You'll be calling me Cap'n, and don't you forget it," his father said.
"Cap'n?" Jim tried the name out a bit. "Cap'n, Cap'n. I like!"
"Aye, now lad-"
"Jim!"
"Now, Jim; from now on you will live with me and my crew, savvy? We'll get you some
nice clothes and jewelry, and how would you like me to braid your hair once it grows out
a bit more?" Jack offered.
"I like!" Jim nodded excitedly.
"And I'll teach you that song, like I promised," he added.
"Yay!" Jim cheered. He looked befuddled. "Whazza song?"
"Never you mind, now; I'll be teaching it to you soon enough; you'll find out then," Jack
said.
"Cap'n?" Jim said.
"Aye?"
"I wove 'oo!" The boy bounced up and wrapped his tiny arms around his father's neck,
while Jack still stooped, shocked. And after a few moments of some new feeling kicking
in, Jack returned a fatherly embrace for the first time in his life.
Six years later...
"James Sparrow!" Jack barked from the helm, whipping around to face a guilty boy.
Jim froze in his tracks, eyes wide with fear. His hair hung down around his face just like
his fathers's, braids clinking together as he nervously adjusted his green bandanna. His
ring-clad fingers were frozen to the sword at his side he had been meaning to draw. His
long white sleeves billowed in the wind. He really did look like his father; only 30 years
younger with a clean shave.
"Don't you try sneaking towards me, lad! I could see you, you know," Jack growled.
"But - Captain!" Jim spluttered.
"No buts! I know a backstabbing, mutinous pirate when I see one!" Jack withdrew his
sword. "To the death."
In a split second, Jim's sword was out and he stood in proper stance. "To the death," he
snarled.
Jack leapt from the helm and was instantly upon the child. "You know you can't beat
me," he said. "I've had far many more years of experience."
"Aye, as I have learned from the best; an obvious mistake," Jim retorted, striking at his
father. Jack dodged easily, and their confrontation suddenly turned into a dangerous
sword fight. The two were all over the ship, swords clinking and clanging, slicing
through the air; and Jim was faltering.
"I don't suppose you're ready to give up!" Jack taunted.
"Not a chance," the boy panted, ducking out of the way of what could have been a death
blow to the head. Jack's sword hit wood instead. Jim charged him, but Jack spun around
and slashed the boy's sword fighting arm; Jim bared his teeth and switched hands as a
thin line of blood shown above his right wrist.
"You've injured my fighting arm, but I am just as good with the left!" Jim spat,
continuing the fight. The pair whipped around pillars and leapt up stairs four at a time;
when all at once, Jim bounded down the stairs to the lower levels and hid around one
wall. He could hear Jack cautiously coming upon him.
"Come out, boy, I know you're down here," Jack said quietly. "There's no escaping this
time..."
In one swift movement, Jack sprang around the corner to where his son was hiding, his
pistol drawn; but he was met with a similar pistol in the face.
"Bad form," Jack growled. "Perfect." He lowered his weapon and grinned.
"Really?" Jim asked eagerly, lowering his as well. "You really think I fought well?"
"You're on your way to being the best sword fighter around," Jack said. He sighed and
stared at the ceiling.
"How about another round?" Jim suggested.
"No, lad, I've got to keep to the helm," Jack informed him. "We're nearing the next
port."
"Can I join you this time?" Jim asked, anxiously. "Please?"
"Not yet," Jack said.
"I can do all the stuff you can do," Jim grumbled.
"Aye, you can," Jack laughed. "But you have to stay here on the Pearl for just a little
longer, savvy? You'll get your chance."
"All right," Jim muttered, stalking off. Jack watched the boy's delicate little figure
bounce up the stairs two at a time, his boots making a soft tap on each wooden step, while
he hummed the little pirate song to himself until he was out of earshot.
"That's my boy," Jack sighed proudly. "MY boy."
A/N: Sorry I couldn't get to the kidnapping this chappie! I promise some cool stuff will
happen next time! Hope you liked this! Please review!
especially love how you liked the Rrrum, savveeee? line because it made me laugh whilst
writing it... Anyway - chapter two! Enjoy! :D
"Boy," Jack called, addressing the two-year-old. The kid stopped his bread-scarfing and
stared up into his father's eyes, identical to his. "What did your mama call you?"
"Mama?" the boy asked before stuffing a crust into his mouth.
"Aye, that woman you were with," he replied, stooping to accompany the kid.
The child blinked.
"Don't you have a name?" Jack asked.
"Whazzat?"
"A name is something you call somebody," Jack explained. The boy just stared in awe at
his daddy as if he were the wisest man alive.
"Call me sum'tin!" the boy said eagerly.
"So you don't have a name," Jack muttered thoughtfully.
"That too long a-name," the boy said, eyeing Jack warily.
"That's not going to be your name, boy! Of course it has to be something short and
easy," Jack snapped. "How about... Jim?"
"Zim!" The boy laughed. "Zim a name."
"Yes, Jim is a name," Jack answered, sighing.
"You name?" Jim asked.
"Yes, I named you," Jack said, confused.
"No! Whazzo name?"
"What's my name?"
"Yesh!"
"Say 'aye', Jim, you're a pirate now," Jack corrected him.
"Whazzo name?" Jim asked again.
"You'll be calling me Cap'n, and don't you forget it," his father said.
"Cap'n?" Jim tried the name out a bit. "Cap'n, Cap'n. I like!"
"Aye, now lad-"
"Jim!"
"Now, Jim; from now on you will live with me and my crew, savvy? We'll get you some
nice clothes and jewelry, and how would you like me to braid your hair once it grows out
a bit more?" Jack offered.
"I like!" Jim nodded excitedly.
"And I'll teach you that song, like I promised," he added.
"Yay!" Jim cheered. He looked befuddled. "Whazza song?"
"Never you mind, now; I'll be teaching it to you soon enough; you'll find out then," Jack
said.
"Cap'n?" Jim said.
"Aye?"
"I wove 'oo!" The boy bounced up and wrapped his tiny arms around his father's neck,
while Jack still stooped, shocked. And after a few moments of some new feeling kicking
in, Jack returned a fatherly embrace for the first time in his life.
Six years later...
"James Sparrow!" Jack barked from the helm, whipping around to face a guilty boy.
Jim froze in his tracks, eyes wide with fear. His hair hung down around his face just like
his fathers's, braids clinking together as he nervously adjusted his green bandanna. His
ring-clad fingers were frozen to the sword at his side he had been meaning to draw. His
long white sleeves billowed in the wind. He really did look like his father; only 30 years
younger with a clean shave.
"Don't you try sneaking towards me, lad! I could see you, you know," Jack growled.
"But - Captain!" Jim spluttered.
"No buts! I know a backstabbing, mutinous pirate when I see one!" Jack withdrew his
sword. "To the death."
In a split second, Jim's sword was out and he stood in proper stance. "To the death," he
snarled.
Jack leapt from the helm and was instantly upon the child. "You know you can't beat
me," he said. "I've had far many more years of experience."
"Aye, as I have learned from the best; an obvious mistake," Jim retorted, striking at his
father. Jack dodged easily, and their confrontation suddenly turned into a dangerous
sword fight. The two were all over the ship, swords clinking and clanging, slicing
through the air; and Jim was faltering.
"I don't suppose you're ready to give up!" Jack taunted.
"Not a chance," the boy panted, ducking out of the way of what could have been a death
blow to the head. Jack's sword hit wood instead. Jim charged him, but Jack spun around
and slashed the boy's sword fighting arm; Jim bared his teeth and switched hands as a
thin line of blood shown above his right wrist.
"You've injured my fighting arm, but I am just as good with the left!" Jim spat,
continuing the fight. The pair whipped around pillars and leapt up stairs four at a time;
when all at once, Jim bounded down the stairs to the lower levels and hid around one
wall. He could hear Jack cautiously coming upon him.
"Come out, boy, I know you're down here," Jack said quietly. "There's no escaping this
time..."
In one swift movement, Jack sprang around the corner to where his son was hiding, his
pistol drawn; but he was met with a similar pistol in the face.
"Bad form," Jack growled. "Perfect." He lowered his weapon and grinned.
"Really?" Jim asked eagerly, lowering his as well. "You really think I fought well?"
"You're on your way to being the best sword fighter around," Jack said. He sighed and
stared at the ceiling.
"How about another round?" Jim suggested.
"No, lad, I've got to keep to the helm," Jack informed him. "We're nearing the next
port."
"Can I join you this time?" Jim asked, anxiously. "Please?"
"Not yet," Jack said.
"I can do all the stuff you can do," Jim grumbled.
"Aye, you can," Jack laughed. "But you have to stay here on the Pearl for just a little
longer, savvy? You'll get your chance."
"All right," Jim muttered, stalking off. Jack watched the boy's delicate little figure
bounce up the stairs two at a time, his boots making a soft tap on each wooden step, while
he hummed the little pirate song to himself until he was out of earshot.
"That's my boy," Jack sighed proudly. "MY boy."
A/N: Sorry I couldn't get to the kidnapping this chappie! I promise some cool stuff will
happen next time! Hope you liked this! Please review!