William introduced Jack to his finest bottle of rum as they walked back to
William and Elizabeth's house.
"Here Jack, lean on me," William said, offering his shoulder. He noticed that Jack had begun to stagger, not much different from his usual way of walking, but still. Jack was William's friend, perhaps the only friend he ever had. He certainly cared about the man.
"Thanks mate. Don't know where I'd be without you," Jack said, perhaps because of the rum.
The two men stumbled up to the front door and knocked. They waited and listened to people shuffling around, many more people than were to be in the house at this hour of the night. Finally the door opened and they saw a man with a gray wig open the door.
"Hello Albert. This is a friend of mine, Mr. uh...," William said, looking to Jack for an answer.
"Smith, or Smithey if you prefer," Jack said offering his hand. Albert shook it.
"Welcome to Swann, well, Turner Manor," Albert said, gesturing with his arm. The two looked inside and saw a huge staircase, golden chandeliers, and a blur of blonde hair rushing at them.
"Jack! I can't believe it's you!" Elizabeth said, hugging Jack with such a force that it knocked him to the ground.
"I never get that kind of welcome," William said under his breath.
"Jack?" Albert said, raising an eyebrow at William. "Well, Jack Smith, welcome."
"Oh never mind him Jack," Elizabeth said, taking Jack's arm in her own. "Welcome to our home. Now what exactly are you doing here?"
"Well, that is a different tale entirely, love. But first, I'd like to take a little rest. You know how the rum gets me, don't you?" Jack said with a wink.
"Jack, you'll be staying in the room at the top of the stairs, the second door on the right. Our room is just at the end of that hall if you need anything," William told Jack. Jack headed up the stairs and started plodding down the hall to his room.
"Oh, goodnight Jack," Elizabeth said.
"Goodnight love," Jack said. "And that's Captain Jack." With that, Jack slammed his door and tucked in for the night.
Meanwhile downstairs, Will and Elizabeth were talking about the sudden appearance of their long lost friend.
"What do you think he's doing here? Hopefully not looking for another crew or piece of cursed jewelry," Elizabeth worried.
"I don't know," William said. "We'll get the full story from him tomorrow. I think it best to leave it at that."
"Okay dear," Elizabeth said. She and William went upstairs to their room and slept.
Later that night in Jack's room, Jack couldn't sleep. He kept tossing and turning with only one thought in his mind.
"What am I going to tell them?"
"Here Jack, lean on me," William said, offering his shoulder. He noticed that Jack had begun to stagger, not much different from his usual way of walking, but still. Jack was William's friend, perhaps the only friend he ever had. He certainly cared about the man.
"Thanks mate. Don't know where I'd be without you," Jack said, perhaps because of the rum.
The two men stumbled up to the front door and knocked. They waited and listened to people shuffling around, many more people than were to be in the house at this hour of the night. Finally the door opened and they saw a man with a gray wig open the door.
"Hello Albert. This is a friend of mine, Mr. uh...," William said, looking to Jack for an answer.
"Smith, or Smithey if you prefer," Jack said offering his hand. Albert shook it.
"Welcome to Swann, well, Turner Manor," Albert said, gesturing with his arm. The two looked inside and saw a huge staircase, golden chandeliers, and a blur of blonde hair rushing at them.
"Jack! I can't believe it's you!" Elizabeth said, hugging Jack with such a force that it knocked him to the ground.
"I never get that kind of welcome," William said under his breath.
"Jack?" Albert said, raising an eyebrow at William. "Well, Jack Smith, welcome."
"Oh never mind him Jack," Elizabeth said, taking Jack's arm in her own. "Welcome to our home. Now what exactly are you doing here?"
"Well, that is a different tale entirely, love. But first, I'd like to take a little rest. You know how the rum gets me, don't you?" Jack said with a wink.
"Jack, you'll be staying in the room at the top of the stairs, the second door on the right. Our room is just at the end of that hall if you need anything," William told Jack. Jack headed up the stairs and started plodding down the hall to his room.
"Oh, goodnight Jack," Elizabeth said.
"Goodnight love," Jack said. "And that's Captain Jack." With that, Jack slammed his door and tucked in for the night.
Meanwhile downstairs, Will and Elizabeth were talking about the sudden appearance of their long lost friend.
"What do you think he's doing here? Hopefully not looking for another crew or piece of cursed jewelry," Elizabeth worried.
"I don't know," William said. "We'll get the full story from him tomorrow. I think it best to leave it at that."
"Okay dear," Elizabeth said. She and William went upstairs to their room and slept.
Later that night in Jack's room, Jack couldn't sleep. He kept tossing and turning with only one thought in his mind.
"What am I going to tell them?"