Title: To Save a Family
Chapter 4: Two and a half Turners, Two Swanns and One and a half Sparrows
Author: Elf Toshiba
E-mail: ElfToshiba@yahoo.com
Disclaimerz:
Elf: *yawns and rubs eye* Hi y'all! What's shaking? Nothing over here. Damn, but I needed to get this story out. It was disturbing me, running around in my head when I should have been asleep and preparing for classes - yea, yea. It's summer and all, but I have to take a math course to help me with college. Can y'all believe it? Lil' Elffie in college. Scary, that. Okay, now that y'all are prolly ready to get to the story, here are the real disclaimers:
I DO NOT OWN PIRATES OF THE CARIBBEAN. I wish I did though. They belong to Disney and all associated people. Yea. Dammit.
However, I DO own most of the characters IN this story. Jack Sparrow and Will Turner being the obvious exceptions to the rule.
This story involves a LOT of time-travel, so much so that it'll get confusing pretty fast. If I get enough questions, I'll set out a character map thing to help y'all out. It may help, it may not. Who knows? We'll only find out. Catch ya at the end!
God, babysitting is a bitch at times. Even if it's a four month old tot. Blagh!
And I got a review! YAY! Thanks go to my only reviewer thus far: brdgmnk. Thanks for your continued support!
Chapter 4: Two and a half Turners, Two Swanns and One and a half Sparrows
"Okay, think, Astrid! You're his descendant. What was he known for?" Andy tried again. All she had been able to come up with had been 'Something with metal - I think'. He fiddled with the MechaTime, which had somehow realized it needed to be small enough to fit into his pocket.
"Look, I can't remember, okay? Let's just ask around for him, savvy?" she bit out, frustrated at both her inability to remember and at Andy's pushing.
"Fine. It's probably the only way we'll find him." He sighed and slipped her hand into the crook of his elbow. "Let's go." They walked from the shade of the alleyway into the bust streets of Port Royal. The town was bustling about, vendors shouting at customers, soldiers walking about wearing white wigs and strange looking hats.
"This is a city? God, it's so - so not city-like." Astrid commented, stepping closer to Andy as a horse drawn carriage rolled by. "Anyway, who should we ask? One of the uniform guys?"
"I don't think so. Remember? Will and Jack had a run in with the uniform guys. They don't like each other much."
"Oh, yea. Well, what about him, then?" she asked, pointing to a young boy, no older that thirteen. "It couldn't hurt."
"I guess so." Andy replied, as he was dragged to the boy.
"Excuse me," Astrid started, "but I was wondering if you could tell us where we could find Will Turner?"
"The blacksmith, or his son?" the boy asked.
"The blacksmith." Andy answered, trying to place the kid's accent.
"Oh, he's right up the street. Look for a sign that says 'Brown's Place'. It will have an anvil and a hammer on it. Good day." The boy left.
"Well, atleast we know what he is and where he is, so let's go." Astrid said, looking at the boy's back. She turned her head forward and they began walking up the street and coming to a sign, just like the boy had said. "God, this dress is annoying!" she said, trying and failing to somehow twist out of the many layers. He boyfriend was silently laughing at her attempts. He looked at the door for a moment.
Andy smirked. "Ladies first."
"Screw you." Astrid replied, gathering her multiple skirts in one hand and knocking on the door. They had only waited a few seconds before the door opened and they were staring at the face they had seen in the picture.
"May I help you?" The man asked, stepping back and assisting Astrid into the shop.
"You can if you're William Turner." Andy replied, crossing the threshold.
"Aye. I am him." the man, Will Turner, replied, giving them a strange look.
"Good. Now - "Astrid began but was cut off when Andy placed a hand over her mouth. Will raised an eyebrow.
"We were wondering if you would know where Jack Sparrow is." Andy said, wincing slightly when he felt Astrid bite the inside of his palm. Will's posture immediately changed from one of curious amusement to one of anger.
"What would you be wanting with Jack? The Royal Navy send you?" he asked bitterly.
"No! No, it's nothing like that. We came here to warn him. Someone wants to kill him. We came to help him, to warn him. Does the name Barbossa mean anything to you?" Astrid explained, trying to battle mixed emotions. One part wanted to scream in frustration, the other part wanted to break down in tears of exhaustion, and she didn't know which one to give in to.
The look on Will's face at the mention of Barbossa was horrified. He looked around his shop as though he was expecting to see the ghost of the late pirate. "How do you know of him?"
"Well, you see - "
One long explanation later had William Turner, son of Bootstrap Bill, shaking his head in exasperation.
"So, what you two are telling me is that you're from the future and another kid from your time is trying to kill off all Sparrows, Turners and Swanns? Starting with your grandmother?"
"Great grandmother, and yes. You've got the gist of it now." Astrid answered, sitting splay-legged in a chair, trying - and failing - to find a comfortable position in her gown.
"And Jack is involved in this how?"
"He killed the original Barbossa didn't he?"
"Yes." Will answered, everything becoming clearer in his head. "But, there's no way I'm letting him go to the future by himself."
"He won't be going by himself. We'll be with him." Andy said, rubbing his eyes in exhaustion.
"Then I'll be going too." Will stated, getting up from his position on the sawhorse. Astrid sighed in exasperation.
"You can't."
"Why not?" Will had turned and gone to his sword shelf. He was busy picking out swords, testing their blades and discarding the ones that he felt unsuitable.
"FINE! If you want to come and get - get, I don't know! Fine, come on then. Is there anyone else you would like to bring?" Astrid yelled sarcastically, running her fingers through her hair and causing it to become more tangled.
"Well, I would like to bring my second eldest, James. He would enjoy this adventure."
"That wasn't a question." she said, sulkily.
"Well, you got an answer anyway, Astrid." Andy said, patting her in the shoulder.
"He still hasn't told us if he even knows where Jack is."
"Oh, he's at the house." Will nonchalantly said, ignoring the muted scream of frustration that rang through the shop.
"You mean to tell us that he's been up at your HOUSE and you didn't feel then need to tell us!?" Astrid shouted, fury once again in her eyes.
"Aye."
"You are infuriating!"
"I've been told." Astrid growled low in her throat before turning to fully face him.
"D'ya think he'll believe us?"
"I would hope so." Will replied, finally satisfied with the five swords he had picked out. "Do you two know how to handle a sword?"
"Duh." Astrid said, striding over to him and holding her hand out for a sword. Will looked her over for a moment, then handed her the weapon. She took it gracefully into her right hand before swinging it around in a delicate arch. She began flipping it from one hand to the other, testing the weight against each hand. She decided on her right hand to battle, seeing as it held the sword with more grace than her left. Satisfied, she thanked Will and sat back down when he gestured to Andy. After going through the same motions as his girlfriend, Andy looked to Will.
"Will, when are we going to get Jack? We told Jax and Jack, the twins from two thousand and three, that we would get back there the next day. We need to collect anyone and everyone who's going on this little road trip." he said, strapping the blade to his side.
"Very well, follow me." Will replied, "I will explain everything to him."
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Governor Swann's Mansion
After the second longest explanation of the day, Astrid was nearly asleep on Andy's shoulder, so exhausted, she could hardly hold back her yawns. She had just closed her eyes to drift to sleep when she felt her shoulder being tapped.
"Astrid?" Andy called, beginning to shake her shoulder.
"Whau 'appen?" she slurred, unfocused eyes opening.
"Stand up. Elizabeth and I want to see something." he replied, helping her to her feet.
"Sleep."
"In a minute, okay? I promise."
"M'kay." Astrid stood with his help and walked over to stand between her two ancestors. She yawned sleepily and managed to stay on her feet.
Andy gasped in shock. "It's just like Jack and Jax said."
Jack Sparrow looked up at the mention of 'Jack'. "You'd be meaning me, righ'?"
"No, the other Jack. Her great-uncle." Andy replied, taking in the three people in from on him. The portrait had not done either man justice. More than just having nearly the same eyes as William Turner, she had the same curly hair, and nose. On the Sparrow side, she came away with the same facial structure that she had seen in the picture, but also the heavy lidded eyes and pouty lips. To the two observers, it looked almost like she could have easily have been their daughter, the daughter of a Sparrow and a Turner.
"You are right," Elizabeth Swann acknowledged, looking at her descendant, "Astrid does look like them both."
"I know." Andy replied, shifting from his position on a chair to walk to Astrid. "Would you mind if we slept here tonight? We both haven't slept in nearly two days."
"It is fine. I shall call a servant to make up the guest bedrooms for the two of you." she replied, watching as he put a gentle arm around Astrid and let her lean against him.
"'Ave ye figgered out why the lass looks like me?" Jack asked, swaggering to take his previous seat.
"Aye, we have." Elizabeth said, "She is both of your descendant. Some how the Turner line and the Sparrow line intermixed in the future, and produced off-spring."
"Oh." was Jack's only answer. Elizabeth rose and walked to the parlor door. There was a butler standing outside.
"M'lady? Is there something you need?" he asked, bowing gracefully.
"Yes, Thomas, there is. Could you possibly sent Anna and Christine to set up two of the guest rooms in the east wing?"
"Yes, m'lady." Thomas turned and walked away. I will inform you of when they are done." She nodded and returned to the parlor.
"Two of the girls will be setting up your rooms." she told the two teens.
"Thank you, Elizabeth." said Andy, who was now fully supporting his girlfriend's weight since she had slipped off to sleep.
"It is nothing." She grinned. "It is always fun to begin a new adventure." Andy grinned back, revealing that his smile nearly duplicated hers.
"Now this is disturbing," Will said, looking between the two Swanns. "You even smile alike."
A knock came to the parlor door. Elizabeth bade them entrance.
"M'lady, the guestrooms are prepared." the butler said, discreetly taking in the inhabitants of the room. One pirate, his mistress and her husband, and the two teens that looked like them, the female looking like Jack and Will.
"Thank you, Thomas." he bowed himself out. "Andrew, will you need help getting Astrid up the stairs?"
"I don't think so." he replied, gently lifting her up into his arms, "But I don't know how to get there."
"Don't worry, Jack will show you the way. He is staying in the same wing as you are." the female Swann replied. "I wish I could come with you on this journey, but I am expecting a child in a little over five months."
"Well, good luck with him - or her." Andy said, beginning to follow Jack out of the room. "We will see you in the morning." Elizabeth nodded as her husband took her arm and led her out of the room.
"Aye, follow me." Jack said, preceding them out of the room and up a flight of stairs. "What do ye make of this adventure, lad?" he asked.
"Well, to put it simply, it was all Astrid's idea. I just ended up following her." he answered, walking after the elder Sparrow to a door.
"I would like to have a few words with ye," Jack said, opening the door for the boy. "After ye put her down."
"Okay." Andy replied, walking into the room and laying Astrid down, before stripping her down to her undergarments - which looked like another dress. No wonder she had been so pissed about her outfit! He pulled the covers down on the large bed and placed her underneath them. Andy kissed her forehead before walking back to the door and dimming the flame that lit the room. "Lead the way." he told Jack, then followed him to another room, two doors from Astrid's room.
"Sit." Jack said, gesturing to a chair in his room. Scattered around were his effects, as he called them. A sword in a scabbard, a dagger was crossed over it. His hat and coat were on the back of another chair. Andy took a quick glance around the room before doing as he was bid and plopping down into a chair. "Now, lad, wha's all this 'ave to do with the dead Barbossa?"
"Well, apparently he had a son with a whore - who gave the boy Barbossa's surname. That son went on to reproduce, all the way to our time." Andy said, referring to the year that he and Astrid were from. "The Barbossa line has been after revenge on the Turner, Swann and, of course, Sparrow lines. The hatred has lasted through the last three centuries."
"Aye, I understan' all tha', but wha' does all tha' 'ave to do with ye and Astrid?"
"Well, the Barbossa from our time is the great grandson of the Barbossa from the twin's time. The twin's Barbossa nearly killed Jax, Astrid's great grandmother. Our Barbossa, Les, found out about a way to go back in time with this," with that, Andy drew the MechaTime from his pocket and showed it to Jack, "and decided to finish up his ancestor's work. After he finished killing that Sparrow clan, he would have gone back in time until he got to this part of the clan - you. And killed you before you could have killed his ancestor, the original Barbossa. Therefore, the line of Barbossa would - I don't know, be more powerful then yours, or something." Andy replaced the MechaTime in his pocket.
"Aye. It would help 'im. So, ye and Astrid are goin' to take me, 'nd Will 'nd his son to the future to keep tha' from happenin'?" Jack asked at the end of the explanation.
"Yea, that's it." Andy rubbed his eyes.
"Lad, ye look dead on ye feet. Get some sleep, I'll wake ye and the lass for breakfast, savvy?" Andy chuckled.
"If only Astrid could hear you say that."
"Why?"
"She says it fairly often." Andy got up from the high-backed chair in anticipation of his bed.
"Really, now?" Jack had a wide grin on his face. "The twins in the future, they say it as well?"
"Yup." Andy returned the grin. "I'm off to bed. The room next to Astrid's, that's my room, right?"
"Aye." Jack was still wearing that grin. "They seem to be like me, then?" his companion nodded in the affirmative, and opening the door.
"See you in the morning." Andy took his leave.
"Aye, ye will indeed." Jack nodded, the grin leaving and a sobering expression coming to his face. "Barbossa, ye might be dead now, but I'll be the one to make sure ye stays that way."
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End notes: I hate this chapter! Argh! It was hard as hell to write, trying to remember how they talked back then. I know that Jack was out of character and I'm really sorry! I'm trying to convince my friends to go see the movie, so I can see it again and get the accents done right! Help! The next chapter is in writing right now and should be out this weekend. Chapter five: And how many bottles of rum was that? Or something to that effect. Later!
Elffie
Chapter 4: Two and a half Turners, Two Swanns and One and a half Sparrows
Author: Elf Toshiba
E-mail: ElfToshiba@yahoo.com
Disclaimerz:
Elf: *yawns and rubs eye* Hi y'all! What's shaking? Nothing over here. Damn, but I needed to get this story out. It was disturbing me, running around in my head when I should have been asleep and preparing for classes - yea, yea. It's summer and all, but I have to take a math course to help me with college. Can y'all believe it? Lil' Elffie in college. Scary, that. Okay, now that y'all are prolly ready to get to the story, here are the real disclaimers:
I DO NOT OWN PIRATES OF THE CARIBBEAN. I wish I did though. They belong to Disney and all associated people. Yea. Dammit.
However, I DO own most of the characters IN this story. Jack Sparrow and Will Turner being the obvious exceptions to the rule.
This story involves a LOT of time-travel, so much so that it'll get confusing pretty fast. If I get enough questions, I'll set out a character map thing to help y'all out. It may help, it may not. Who knows? We'll only find out. Catch ya at the end!
God, babysitting is a bitch at times. Even if it's a four month old tot. Blagh!
And I got a review! YAY! Thanks go to my only reviewer thus far: brdgmnk. Thanks for your continued support!
Chapter 4: Two and a half Turners, Two Swanns and One and a half Sparrows
"Okay, think, Astrid! You're his descendant. What was he known for?" Andy tried again. All she had been able to come up with had been 'Something with metal - I think'. He fiddled with the MechaTime, which had somehow realized it needed to be small enough to fit into his pocket.
"Look, I can't remember, okay? Let's just ask around for him, savvy?" she bit out, frustrated at both her inability to remember and at Andy's pushing.
"Fine. It's probably the only way we'll find him." He sighed and slipped her hand into the crook of his elbow. "Let's go." They walked from the shade of the alleyway into the bust streets of Port Royal. The town was bustling about, vendors shouting at customers, soldiers walking about wearing white wigs and strange looking hats.
"This is a city? God, it's so - so not city-like." Astrid commented, stepping closer to Andy as a horse drawn carriage rolled by. "Anyway, who should we ask? One of the uniform guys?"
"I don't think so. Remember? Will and Jack had a run in with the uniform guys. They don't like each other much."
"Oh, yea. Well, what about him, then?" she asked, pointing to a young boy, no older that thirteen. "It couldn't hurt."
"I guess so." Andy replied, as he was dragged to the boy.
"Excuse me," Astrid started, "but I was wondering if you could tell us where we could find Will Turner?"
"The blacksmith, or his son?" the boy asked.
"The blacksmith." Andy answered, trying to place the kid's accent.
"Oh, he's right up the street. Look for a sign that says 'Brown's Place'. It will have an anvil and a hammer on it. Good day." The boy left.
"Well, atleast we know what he is and where he is, so let's go." Astrid said, looking at the boy's back. She turned her head forward and they began walking up the street and coming to a sign, just like the boy had said. "God, this dress is annoying!" she said, trying and failing to somehow twist out of the many layers. He boyfriend was silently laughing at her attempts. He looked at the door for a moment.
Andy smirked. "Ladies first."
"Screw you." Astrid replied, gathering her multiple skirts in one hand and knocking on the door. They had only waited a few seconds before the door opened and they were staring at the face they had seen in the picture.
"May I help you?" The man asked, stepping back and assisting Astrid into the shop.
"You can if you're William Turner." Andy replied, crossing the threshold.
"Aye. I am him." the man, Will Turner, replied, giving them a strange look.
"Good. Now - "Astrid began but was cut off when Andy placed a hand over her mouth. Will raised an eyebrow.
"We were wondering if you would know where Jack Sparrow is." Andy said, wincing slightly when he felt Astrid bite the inside of his palm. Will's posture immediately changed from one of curious amusement to one of anger.
"What would you be wanting with Jack? The Royal Navy send you?" he asked bitterly.
"No! No, it's nothing like that. We came here to warn him. Someone wants to kill him. We came to help him, to warn him. Does the name Barbossa mean anything to you?" Astrid explained, trying to battle mixed emotions. One part wanted to scream in frustration, the other part wanted to break down in tears of exhaustion, and she didn't know which one to give in to.
The look on Will's face at the mention of Barbossa was horrified. He looked around his shop as though he was expecting to see the ghost of the late pirate. "How do you know of him?"
"Well, you see - "
One long explanation later had William Turner, son of Bootstrap Bill, shaking his head in exasperation.
"So, what you two are telling me is that you're from the future and another kid from your time is trying to kill off all Sparrows, Turners and Swanns? Starting with your grandmother?"
"Great grandmother, and yes. You've got the gist of it now." Astrid answered, sitting splay-legged in a chair, trying - and failing - to find a comfortable position in her gown.
"And Jack is involved in this how?"
"He killed the original Barbossa didn't he?"
"Yes." Will answered, everything becoming clearer in his head. "But, there's no way I'm letting him go to the future by himself."
"He won't be going by himself. We'll be with him." Andy said, rubbing his eyes in exhaustion.
"Then I'll be going too." Will stated, getting up from his position on the sawhorse. Astrid sighed in exasperation.
"You can't."
"Why not?" Will had turned and gone to his sword shelf. He was busy picking out swords, testing their blades and discarding the ones that he felt unsuitable.
"FINE! If you want to come and get - get, I don't know! Fine, come on then. Is there anyone else you would like to bring?" Astrid yelled sarcastically, running her fingers through her hair and causing it to become more tangled.
"Well, I would like to bring my second eldest, James. He would enjoy this adventure."
"That wasn't a question." she said, sulkily.
"Well, you got an answer anyway, Astrid." Andy said, patting her in the shoulder.
"He still hasn't told us if he even knows where Jack is."
"Oh, he's at the house." Will nonchalantly said, ignoring the muted scream of frustration that rang through the shop.
"You mean to tell us that he's been up at your HOUSE and you didn't feel then need to tell us!?" Astrid shouted, fury once again in her eyes.
"Aye."
"You are infuriating!"
"I've been told." Astrid growled low in her throat before turning to fully face him.
"D'ya think he'll believe us?"
"I would hope so." Will replied, finally satisfied with the five swords he had picked out. "Do you two know how to handle a sword?"
"Duh." Astrid said, striding over to him and holding her hand out for a sword. Will looked her over for a moment, then handed her the weapon. She took it gracefully into her right hand before swinging it around in a delicate arch. She began flipping it from one hand to the other, testing the weight against each hand. She decided on her right hand to battle, seeing as it held the sword with more grace than her left. Satisfied, she thanked Will and sat back down when he gestured to Andy. After going through the same motions as his girlfriend, Andy looked to Will.
"Will, when are we going to get Jack? We told Jax and Jack, the twins from two thousand and three, that we would get back there the next day. We need to collect anyone and everyone who's going on this little road trip." he said, strapping the blade to his side.
"Very well, follow me." Will replied, "I will explain everything to him."
~~~~
Governor Swann's Mansion
After the second longest explanation of the day, Astrid was nearly asleep on Andy's shoulder, so exhausted, she could hardly hold back her yawns. She had just closed her eyes to drift to sleep when she felt her shoulder being tapped.
"Astrid?" Andy called, beginning to shake her shoulder.
"Whau 'appen?" she slurred, unfocused eyes opening.
"Stand up. Elizabeth and I want to see something." he replied, helping her to her feet.
"Sleep."
"In a minute, okay? I promise."
"M'kay." Astrid stood with his help and walked over to stand between her two ancestors. She yawned sleepily and managed to stay on her feet.
Andy gasped in shock. "It's just like Jack and Jax said."
Jack Sparrow looked up at the mention of 'Jack'. "You'd be meaning me, righ'?"
"No, the other Jack. Her great-uncle." Andy replied, taking in the three people in from on him. The portrait had not done either man justice. More than just having nearly the same eyes as William Turner, she had the same curly hair, and nose. On the Sparrow side, she came away with the same facial structure that she had seen in the picture, but also the heavy lidded eyes and pouty lips. To the two observers, it looked almost like she could have easily have been their daughter, the daughter of a Sparrow and a Turner.
"You are right," Elizabeth Swann acknowledged, looking at her descendant, "Astrid does look like them both."
"I know." Andy replied, shifting from his position on a chair to walk to Astrid. "Would you mind if we slept here tonight? We both haven't slept in nearly two days."
"It is fine. I shall call a servant to make up the guest bedrooms for the two of you." she replied, watching as he put a gentle arm around Astrid and let her lean against him.
"'Ave ye figgered out why the lass looks like me?" Jack asked, swaggering to take his previous seat.
"Aye, we have." Elizabeth said, "She is both of your descendant. Some how the Turner line and the Sparrow line intermixed in the future, and produced off-spring."
"Oh." was Jack's only answer. Elizabeth rose and walked to the parlor door. There was a butler standing outside.
"M'lady? Is there something you need?" he asked, bowing gracefully.
"Yes, Thomas, there is. Could you possibly sent Anna and Christine to set up two of the guest rooms in the east wing?"
"Yes, m'lady." Thomas turned and walked away. I will inform you of when they are done." She nodded and returned to the parlor.
"Two of the girls will be setting up your rooms." she told the two teens.
"Thank you, Elizabeth." said Andy, who was now fully supporting his girlfriend's weight since she had slipped off to sleep.
"It is nothing." She grinned. "It is always fun to begin a new adventure." Andy grinned back, revealing that his smile nearly duplicated hers.
"Now this is disturbing," Will said, looking between the two Swanns. "You even smile alike."
A knock came to the parlor door. Elizabeth bade them entrance.
"M'lady, the guestrooms are prepared." the butler said, discreetly taking in the inhabitants of the room. One pirate, his mistress and her husband, and the two teens that looked like them, the female looking like Jack and Will.
"Thank you, Thomas." he bowed himself out. "Andrew, will you need help getting Astrid up the stairs?"
"I don't think so." he replied, gently lifting her up into his arms, "But I don't know how to get there."
"Don't worry, Jack will show you the way. He is staying in the same wing as you are." the female Swann replied. "I wish I could come with you on this journey, but I am expecting a child in a little over five months."
"Well, good luck with him - or her." Andy said, beginning to follow Jack out of the room. "We will see you in the morning." Elizabeth nodded as her husband took her arm and led her out of the room.
"Aye, follow me." Jack said, preceding them out of the room and up a flight of stairs. "What do ye make of this adventure, lad?" he asked.
"Well, to put it simply, it was all Astrid's idea. I just ended up following her." he answered, walking after the elder Sparrow to a door.
"I would like to have a few words with ye," Jack said, opening the door for the boy. "After ye put her down."
"Okay." Andy replied, walking into the room and laying Astrid down, before stripping her down to her undergarments - which looked like another dress. No wonder she had been so pissed about her outfit! He pulled the covers down on the large bed and placed her underneath them. Andy kissed her forehead before walking back to the door and dimming the flame that lit the room. "Lead the way." he told Jack, then followed him to another room, two doors from Astrid's room.
"Sit." Jack said, gesturing to a chair in his room. Scattered around were his effects, as he called them. A sword in a scabbard, a dagger was crossed over it. His hat and coat were on the back of another chair. Andy took a quick glance around the room before doing as he was bid and plopping down into a chair. "Now, lad, wha's all this 'ave to do with the dead Barbossa?"
"Well, apparently he had a son with a whore - who gave the boy Barbossa's surname. That son went on to reproduce, all the way to our time." Andy said, referring to the year that he and Astrid were from. "The Barbossa line has been after revenge on the Turner, Swann and, of course, Sparrow lines. The hatred has lasted through the last three centuries."
"Aye, I understan' all tha', but wha' does all tha' 'ave to do with ye and Astrid?"
"Well, the Barbossa from our time is the great grandson of the Barbossa from the twin's time. The twin's Barbossa nearly killed Jax, Astrid's great grandmother. Our Barbossa, Les, found out about a way to go back in time with this," with that, Andy drew the MechaTime from his pocket and showed it to Jack, "and decided to finish up his ancestor's work. After he finished killing that Sparrow clan, he would have gone back in time until he got to this part of the clan - you. And killed you before you could have killed his ancestor, the original Barbossa. Therefore, the line of Barbossa would - I don't know, be more powerful then yours, or something." Andy replaced the MechaTime in his pocket.
"Aye. It would help 'im. So, ye and Astrid are goin' to take me, 'nd Will 'nd his son to the future to keep tha' from happenin'?" Jack asked at the end of the explanation.
"Yea, that's it." Andy rubbed his eyes.
"Lad, ye look dead on ye feet. Get some sleep, I'll wake ye and the lass for breakfast, savvy?" Andy chuckled.
"If only Astrid could hear you say that."
"Why?"
"She says it fairly often." Andy got up from the high-backed chair in anticipation of his bed.
"Really, now?" Jack had a wide grin on his face. "The twins in the future, they say it as well?"
"Yup." Andy returned the grin. "I'm off to bed. The room next to Astrid's, that's my room, right?"
"Aye." Jack was still wearing that grin. "They seem to be like me, then?" his companion nodded in the affirmative, and opening the door.
"See you in the morning." Andy took his leave.
"Aye, ye will indeed." Jack nodded, the grin leaving and a sobering expression coming to his face. "Barbossa, ye might be dead now, but I'll be the one to make sure ye stays that way."
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End notes: I hate this chapter! Argh! It was hard as hell to write, trying to remember how they talked back then. I know that Jack was out of character and I'm really sorry! I'm trying to convince my friends to go see the movie, so I can see it again and get the accents done right! Help! The next chapter is in writing right now and should be out this weekend. Chapter five: And how many bottles of rum was that? Or something to that effect. Later!
Elffie
