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"So," Jack began, once he was seated in privacy with Will, Elizabeth, and the girl. Rebecca, he thought, why, oh why, do I get the feeling that this situation is to become gradually worse and worse and even worse? "I'll start by explaining myself," he continued. "Some weeks ago I was at a tavern in Tortuga." From that point, he went on to explain to them what he had overheard from Thompson and Old Jones. Will cocked an eyebrow as he listened, and Elizabeth leaned forward in her chair, her full attention devoted to Jack's story. Rebecca, on the other hand, yawned. None of this did anything for her because she already knew more than the three of these fools combined.
"That's all very good and well, Jack," she said, "but I can do even more and tell you where it is that Bootstrap has been all these years. I can tell you that he faked his death, and I can tell you why." She paused, and Jack, who had been leaning with his chin in his hand, propped up by his elbow on the table, waved her on with his free hand.
"Go on," he said, "do continue."
"Well," Rebecca started again, glaring at Jack, "Bill knew that in order for Barbossa and his crew to lift the curse of the Aztec gold, they'd need his blood. Now, at the time, he was aware that Barbossa knew nothing of his child. So, when they strapped the cannon ball to his leg and tossed him to the sea, he was thrilled. Don't get me wrong here; of course, he didn't want to die, and that is why he had pick pocketed the key to his ankle lock just before leaving Barbossa. Once having sunk a safe distance into the water, he unlocked himself and swam under the Pearl and away from the undead pirates."
Will leaned across the table to get a closer look at Rebecca. "That's fine enough a story, but how did you come about this information?" he asked her, unwilling to believe that she would know more about his father than he did. It was hard enough knowing that Jack possessed a greater knowledge of William Sr., but now, a complete stranger as well? It couldn't be.
"Maybe, if you'd let me finish my story, then you'd know!" Raising her voice in frustration, Rebecca leaned in as well. She pushed back in her chair and asked him shortly, "Are you done?"
Elizabeth pounced at seeing this girl treat Will in such a way. "You're the one who doesn't belong on this ship, so I wouldn't be talking in such a manner," she quipped with all the intention of sticking her tongue out at the girl, but, of course, she didn't do that.
"And I'm also the one who holds a good deal of valuable information, so I wouldn't be talking in such a manner either, Miss…?" She stared Elizabeth down, waiting for her name.
"Turner, and it's Misses," Elizabeth spat, matching equally Rebecca's stare. She proceeded to wave her left hand (on which the ring was located) in Rebecca's face. She didn't want the girl to get any ideas of toying or messing with her soon to be husband. Will rolled his eyes. It did please him that she so eagerly wanted to be called Mrs. Turner, but it was beginning to get tiring.
"Ah, Turner, is it?" Rebecca gritted her teeth, seriously fretting that she could possibly be related to this pathetic girl.
"No," Will butted in, "it isn't Turner. Her name's Elizabeth Swann. I'm the Turner here."
Elizabeth pouted. Why did Will have to go and ruin it? "Yes, but Will, we are to be married soon, and it won't matter then," she interjected, breaking her staring contest with Rebecca and looking at Will. He decided that it would be best to let it go, and he kept his mouth shut.
Jack pounded his fist on the table, tired of the nonsense. "Back to the story!" he yelled. "Who are you really, Rebecca?"
"I'm the daughter of Bootstrap Bill," she returned, smirking.
"No, really," Jack said as his nose upturned and he tipped his head from side to side. "I know for a fact that Bill had only one child, a son, and he is sitting right across from you."
"You know that because Bill told you himself, correct?" she asked, the smirk still placed gingerly on her face. Jack nodded. "He didn't even know that he was to have a daughter. My mother was Scarlet-"
"Of Tortuga?" Jack questioned, remembering the undeserved slap he had received from the woman and thinking that she couldn't possibly be the mother of Rebecca.
"No, Scarlet Verities was her name. She told me that my father was a pirate who bedded her once and left. And so therefore he never knew there was ever a child. I was to have nothing to do with him, but once she died about eight years ago at the hands of a Spanish pirate named Eduardo Rivera, I was free to do as I pleased. I was fifteen then, and I stowed away on Rivera's ship. I gathered various pieces of information about Bootstrap Bill Turner, and found out that he was dead. I soon after joined the crew of the pirate ship named 'The Rusty Sword.' They went off in search of treasure in the uninhabited land on St. Lucia, and upon finding none, they left. Though, unfortunately they left me behind. After spending a great deal of days by myself just trying to get by, I came across a man whom I eventually befriended. I told him my story after gaining his trust, and that was when he told me his own. That man was Bill Turner. Father and daughter were reunited at last."
"That's all perfectly good, love," Jack told her as soon as she'd finished, "but how did ye get to Port Royal?" He nodded, thinking he had caught her in a red handed lie.
"I took passage on a cargo ship. Bill had heard that his son was residing in Port Royal, and he wished for me to gather information about him, though, without disturbing him. Bootstrap knew that Will had grown up without any knowledge of his lineage. He also wanted to know if Will still had the Aztec gold, but after I heard you mention being Jack Sparrow, the captain of the Pearl, I knew that clearly the curse had been removed and Barbossa was finished. And seeing that I'd never get a boat out of Port Royal, I couldn't pass up the chance to ride on the Pearl with you."
"So, you were spying on me?" Will asked, nearing the point of infuriation.
"Well, not really. I had just arrived at Port Royal when I met Jack." She seemed almost defeated in her words. "I didn't even carry out what Bill had asked me to do, but I couldn't risk being stranded for a long time. Though, I suppose it did turn out well. I'm speaking to you now, aren't I?"
"Yes, but obviously not in the way you had intended upon. You are very much disturbing me as we speak." Narrowing in on her defeated tone, he was nearly arrogant.
"Well, you're sailing with Jack Sparrow," she snapped. "I think you're already disturbed."
"Hey!" Jack sat up in his chair angrily. "It's Captain Jack Sparrow! Is it really that hard to mind?"
Elizabeth clicked her tongue. She had had enough. "Well, now that you've told us everything, you hold nothing over us, and you really had better keep your rambunctious mouth in check!"
"What will you tell Bootstrap when you see him? You're going to tell him that you sent his only daughter, which he hasn't known for more than half a decade, to the sharks because she had a sharp tongue?" Rebecca sent a smug look at Elizabeth, knowing that even though Elizabeth might want to, Jack and Will most likely wouldn't.
Elizabeth calmed, and asked, "Tell me, Rebecca, why is it that you don't call him as your father?"
Rebecca bit her tongue, taking her time in answering. "I have known him for less than a quarter of my lifetime, and I met him when I was fully grown. I've never felt it right to call him daddy."
"The Bootstrap I knew would think his daughter deserved a walk down the plank if he knew she wasn't following the captain's orders." Jack eyed Rebecca and stood up from his chair. "And I'm ordering you to go swab the deck."
Rebecca was aware that Jack knew Bill well, and she wasn't about to be kicked off of the ship. She huffed and pushed up from the table, storming onto the deck.
"Thank you, Jack," Elizabeth muttered. "I really don't appreciate that girl."
"Compared to you, she's a woman," Jack told her, unfortunately, "must be four years your senior."
"Should I bother to care?" Elizabeth joined Jack in a standing position. "Now, is there anything we need to discuss before I retire?"
"But it's not even dusk yet!" Jack exclaimed, unable to understand why she wished to sleep.
"I'm rather upset and bothered, and I would care to be alone."
"Also a little demanding, aren't we?" Jack murmured. "Fine, I'll show you to your cabin." He started toward the door, glancing at Will over his shoulder. "Will you be joining her?"
"No, if it's alright, I'd rather stay up for a while," he spoke his words with caution, wishing not to further upset Elizabeth.
"It is quite alright by me," she said to him in return, turning on her heel and leaving the room with her chin up. Will watched her leave, wondering how it was that women could possibly have such moods.
Once he was sure she had gone, Will stood up and left the room as well. He then walked up the wooden steps and onto the deck. He watched the crew at work and noticed that Rebecca was actually swabbing the deck. She appeared to be muttering to herself as she jerked the broom back and forth in motions fueled by anger. He also saw that the neckline of her dress had fallen a bit and something gold caught his eye. A medallion, almost like the cursed pieces of gold, was hanging from her neck. He realized that the reason he hadn't noticed it before was because she had purposely tucked it into her dress.
"Can I be of any help to you?" he asked as he stood in front of her, his good nature showing through. He couldn't very well leave her to scrub the entire deck alone, could he?
She stopped the mop and looked up from the floor, questioning, "A sudden change of heart, dear brother?" The title shook Will inside, he hadn't wanted to deal with having a sister just yet.
"I have no opinion of you already," he told her simply. "I will not judge without knowing."
"You may say that on the outside," she said, "but on the inside I'm sure you feel differently. There is an opinion, whether good or bad, but I, for one, would guess it bad."
"You're wrong then," Will told her, refusing to sink to a lower level. He wanted to be the better person, the better child. "Now, do you want me to help you or not?"
"That's fine." She reached to grab the extra mop from the bucket and handed it to Will. He took it and began to clean the deck with it, glancing up every once in a while at Rebecca and the medallion, as well.
After some time of scrubbing together in silence, Rebecca caught one of Will's glances at her chest area. Angered, she swung her mop at him, knocking him in the back and sending him to the floor. Completely caught off guard, Will sat up on the wet deck.
"What the hell?" He stared at her, scrambling to his feet, slipping and looking foolish.
"That is beyond disrespectful! I'm your sister! Where do you get off looking at me in such places?" she shouted at him and poked him in the chest with the wet end of the broom. By now, the crew had gathered around them, very much interested in the scene.
"I wasn't looking at you," Will told her defensively and slightly embarrassed. "I was looking at the piece of gold that hangs around your neck!"
Rebecca glanced down at her bosom, and her face turned crimson in color. She saw that the medallion was exposed, and she quickly tucked it back into her dress. "Oh," she said quietly, "I'm sorry then."
"Where did you get it?" he asked her.
"I cannot tell you here and now," she replied curtly, "even if I were to tell you at all."
Having had enough of swabbing, Will took Rebecca's broom from her and put it, as well as his and the bucket, away. The two newfound siblings then went to stand on the starboard side of the ship.
"I'm sorry, Will, if I've been anything but courteous to you," she admitted, her gaze fixed on the sun, which had almost completely set.
"No, I'm sorry," he returned. "We have been all but welcoming to you, and you must feel defensive."
"I do," she answered quickly, turning to look at him. A smile spread across her face. Maybe it wouldn't be terrible to have him as a brother.
"You've a perfect right to." He agreed with a solid nod.
"So, this girlfriend of yours," she went on to ask, "she always so crabby?" Will couldn't help but laugh at the smirk on Rebecca's face.
"I would like to think not," he told her, placing his elbows on the railing and leaning forward. "She, I believe, is the one who has the bad impression of you. She has a strong will and a knack to use it. You'll get used to each other after awhile. I'm sure of it."
"I think it's going to be a long while before that happens, for I have a strong will also, and it seems as if our opinions differ greatly." She sighed, brushing her foot on the deck. "But I shall try to make amends with her, if you wish."
"I do," he said, repeating the same phrase that Rebecca had used a short time ago. They both smiled, thinking the same exact thing. The situation wasn't going to be all that bad after all.
"So," Jack began, once he was seated in privacy with Will, Elizabeth, and the girl. Rebecca, he thought, why, oh why, do I get the feeling that this situation is to become gradually worse and worse and even worse? "I'll start by explaining myself," he continued. "Some weeks ago I was at a tavern in Tortuga." From that point, he went on to explain to them what he had overheard from Thompson and Old Jones. Will cocked an eyebrow as he listened, and Elizabeth leaned forward in her chair, her full attention devoted to Jack's story. Rebecca, on the other hand, yawned. None of this did anything for her because she already knew more than the three of these fools combined.
"That's all very good and well, Jack," she said, "but I can do even more and tell you where it is that Bootstrap has been all these years. I can tell you that he faked his death, and I can tell you why." She paused, and Jack, who had been leaning with his chin in his hand, propped up by his elbow on the table, waved her on with his free hand.
"Go on," he said, "do continue."
"Well," Rebecca started again, glaring at Jack, "Bill knew that in order for Barbossa and his crew to lift the curse of the Aztec gold, they'd need his blood. Now, at the time, he was aware that Barbossa knew nothing of his child. So, when they strapped the cannon ball to his leg and tossed him to the sea, he was thrilled. Don't get me wrong here; of course, he didn't want to die, and that is why he had pick pocketed the key to his ankle lock just before leaving Barbossa. Once having sunk a safe distance into the water, he unlocked himself and swam under the Pearl and away from the undead pirates."
Will leaned across the table to get a closer look at Rebecca. "That's fine enough a story, but how did you come about this information?" he asked her, unwilling to believe that she would know more about his father than he did. It was hard enough knowing that Jack possessed a greater knowledge of William Sr., but now, a complete stranger as well? It couldn't be.
"Maybe, if you'd let me finish my story, then you'd know!" Raising her voice in frustration, Rebecca leaned in as well. She pushed back in her chair and asked him shortly, "Are you done?"
Elizabeth pounced at seeing this girl treat Will in such a way. "You're the one who doesn't belong on this ship, so I wouldn't be talking in such a manner," she quipped with all the intention of sticking her tongue out at the girl, but, of course, she didn't do that.
"And I'm also the one who holds a good deal of valuable information, so I wouldn't be talking in such a manner either, Miss…?" She stared Elizabeth down, waiting for her name.
"Turner, and it's Misses," Elizabeth spat, matching equally Rebecca's stare. She proceeded to wave her left hand (on which the ring was located) in Rebecca's face. She didn't want the girl to get any ideas of toying or messing with her soon to be husband. Will rolled his eyes. It did please him that she so eagerly wanted to be called Mrs. Turner, but it was beginning to get tiring.
"Ah, Turner, is it?" Rebecca gritted her teeth, seriously fretting that she could possibly be related to this pathetic girl.
"No," Will butted in, "it isn't Turner. Her name's Elizabeth Swann. I'm the Turner here."
Elizabeth pouted. Why did Will have to go and ruin it? "Yes, but Will, we are to be married soon, and it won't matter then," she interjected, breaking her staring contest with Rebecca and looking at Will. He decided that it would be best to let it go, and he kept his mouth shut.
Jack pounded his fist on the table, tired of the nonsense. "Back to the story!" he yelled. "Who are you really, Rebecca?"
"I'm the daughter of Bootstrap Bill," she returned, smirking.
"No, really," Jack said as his nose upturned and he tipped his head from side to side. "I know for a fact that Bill had only one child, a son, and he is sitting right across from you."
"You know that because Bill told you himself, correct?" she asked, the smirk still placed gingerly on her face. Jack nodded. "He didn't even know that he was to have a daughter. My mother was Scarlet-"
"Of Tortuga?" Jack questioned, remembering the undeserved slap he had received from the woman and thinking that she couldn't possibly be the mother of Rebecca.
"No, Scarlet Verities was her name. She told me that my father was a pirate who bedded her once and left. And so therefore he never knew there was ever a child. I was to have nothing to do with him, but once she died about eight years ago at the hands of a Spanish pirate named Eduardo Rivera, I was free to do as I pleased. I was fifteen then, and I stowed away on Rivera's ship. I gathered various pieces of information about Bootstrap Bill Turner, and found out that he was dead. I soon after joined the crew of the pirate ship named 'The Rusty Sword.' They went off in search of treasure in the uninhabited land on St. Lucia, and upon finding none, they left. Though, unfortunately they left me behind. After spending a great deal of days by myself just trying to get by, I came across a man whom I eventually befriended. I told him my story after gaining his trust, and that was when he told me his own. That man was Bill Turner. Father and daughter were reunited at last."
"That's all perfectly good, love," Jack told her as soon as she'd finished, "but how did ye get to Port Royal?" He nodded, thinking he had caught her in a red handed lie.
"I took passage on a cargo ship. Bill had heard that his son was residing in Port Royal, and he wished for me to gather information about him, though, without disturbing him. Bootstrap knew that Will had grown up without any knowledge of his lineage. He also wanted to know if Will still had the Aztec gold, but after I heard you mention being Jack Sparrow, the captain of the Pearl, I knew that clearly the curse had been removed and Barbossa was finished. And seeing that I'd never get a boat out of Port Royal, I couldn't pass up the chance to ride on the Pearl with you."
"So, you were spying on me?" Will asked, nearing the point of infuriation.
"Well, not really. I had just arrived at Port Royal when I met Jack." She seemed almost defeated in her words. "I didn't even carry out what Bill had asked me to do, but I couldn't risk being stranded for a long time. Though, I suppose it did turn out well. I'm speaking to you now, aren't I?"
"Yes, but obviously not in the way you had intended upon. You are very much disturbing me as we speak." Narrowing in on her defeated tone, he was nearly arrogant.
"Well, you're sailing with Jack Sparrow," she snapped. "I think you're already disturbed."
"Hey!" Jack sat up in his chair angrily. "It's Captain Jack Sparrow! Is it really that hard to mind?"
Elizabeth clicked her tongue. She had had enough. "Well, now that you've told us everything, you hold nothing over us, and you really had better keep your rambunctious mouth in check!"
"What will you tell Bootstrap when you see him? You're going to tell him that you sent his only daughter, which he hasn't known for more than half a decade, to the sharks because she had a sharp tongue?" Rebecca sent a smug look at Elizabeth, knowing that even though Elizabeth might want to, Jack and Will most likely wouldn't.
Elizabeth calmed, and asked, "Tell me, Rebecca, why is it that you don't call him as your father?"
Rebecca bit her tongue, taking her time in answering. "I have known him for less than a quarter of my lifetime, and I met him when I was fully grown. I've never felt it right to call him daddy."
"The Bootstrap I knew would think his daughter deserved a walk down the plank if he knew she wasn't following the captain's orders." Jack eyed Rebecca and stood up from his chair. "And I'm ordering you to go swab the deck."
Rebecca was aware that Jack knew Bill well, and she wasn't about to be kicked off of the ship. She huffed and pushed up from the table, storming onto the deck.
"Thank you, Jack," Elizabeth muttered. "I really don't appreciate that girl."
"Compared to you, she's a woman," Jack told her, unfortunately, "must be four years your senior."
"Should I bother to care?" Elizabeth joined Jack in a standing position. "Now, is there anything we need to discuss before I retire?"
"But it's not even dusk yet!" Jack exclaimed, unable to understand why she wished to sleep.
"I'm rather upset and bothered, and I would care to be alone."
"Also a little demanding, aren't we?" Jack murmured. "Fine, I'll show you to your cabin." He started toward the door, glancing at Will over his shoulder. "Will you be joining her?"
"No, if it's alright, I'd rather stay up for a while," he spoke his words with caution, wishing not to further upset Elizabeth.
"It is quite alright by me," she said to him in return, turning on her heel and leaving the room with her chin up. Will watched her leave, wondering how it was that women could possibly have such moods.
Once he was sure she had gone, Will stood up and left the room as well. He then walked up the wooden steps and onto the deck. He watched the crew at work and noticed that Rebecca was actually swabbing the deck. She appeared to be muttering to herself as she jerked the broom back and forth in motions fueled by anger. He also saw that the neckline of her dress had fallen a bit and something gold caught his eye. A medallion, almost like the cursed pieces of gold, was hanging from her neck. He realized that the reason he hadn't noticed it before was because she had purposely tucked it into her dress.
"Can I be of any help to you?" he asked as he stood in front of her, his good nature showing through. He couldn't very well leave her to scrub the entire deck alone, could he?
She stopped the mop and looked up from the floor, questioning, "A sudden change of heart, dear brother?" The title shook Will inside, he hadn't wanted to deal with having a sister just yet.
"I have no opinion of you already," he told her simply. "I will not judge without knowing."
"You may say that on the outside," she said, "but on the inside I'm sure you feel differently. There is an opinion, whether good or bad, but I, for one, would guess it bad."
"You're wrong then," Will told her, refusing to sink to a lower level. He wanted to be the better person, the better child. "Now, do you want me to help you or not?"
"That's fine." She reached to grab the extra mop from the bucket and handed it to Will. He took it and began to clean the deck with it, glancing up every once in a while at Rebecca and the medallion, as well.
After some time of scrubbing together in silence, Rebecca caught one of Will's glances at her chest area. Angered, she swung her mop at him, knocking him in the back and sending him to the floor. Completely caught off guard, Will sat up on the wet deck.
"What the hell?" He stared at her, scrambling to his feet, slipping and looking foolish.
"That is beyond disrespectful! I'm your sister! Where do you get off looking at me in such places?" she shouted at him and poked him in the chest with the wet end of the broom. By now, the crew had gathered around them, very much interested in the scene.
"I wasn't looking at you," Will told her defensively and slightly embarrassed. "I was looking at the piece of gold that hangs around your neck!"
Rebecca glanced down at her bosom, and her face turned crimson in color. She saw that the medallion was exposed, and she quickly tucked it back into her dress. "Oh," she said quietly, "I'm sorry then."
"Where did you get it?" he asked her.
"I cannot tell you here and now," she replied curtly, "even if I were to tell you at all."
Having had enough of swabbing, Will took Rebecca's broom from her and put it, as well as his and the bucket, away. The two newfound siblings then went to stand on the starboard side of the ship.
"I'm sorry, Will, if I've been anything but courteous to you," she admitted, her gaze fixed on the sun, which had almost completely set.
"No, I'm sorry," he returned. "We have been all but welcoming to you, and you must feel defensive."
"I do," she answered quickly, turning to look at him. A smile spread across her face. Maybe it wouldn't be terrible to have him as a brother.
"You've a perfect right to." He agreed with a solid nod.
"So, this girlfriend of yours," she went on to ask, "she always so crabby?" Will couldn't help but laugh at the smirk on Rebecca's face.
"I would like to think not," he told her, placing his elbows on the railing and leaning forward. "She, I believe, is the one who has the bad impression of you. She has a strong will and a knack to use it. You'll get used to each other after awhile. I'm sure of it."
"I think it's going to be a long while before that happens, for I have a strong will also, and it seems as if our opinions differ greatly." She sighed, brushing her foot on the deck. "But I shall try to make amends with her, if you wish."
"I do," he said, repeating the same phrase that Rebecca had used a short time ago. They both smiled, thinking the same exact thing. The situation wasn't going to be all that bad after all.