Chapter two

An Open Window

Jack awoke the next morning to a warm sunlight entering through an open window. He yawned.

"Where…am I?" Jack attempted at getting up, but found a splint—well. Some sort of contraption, what the hell it was, he didn't know—preventing his movement. "Scurvy bastard—"

"Mornin', Jack," he heard, only to find Will, Elizabeth, and a little boy of about five or six. "How's it comin'?"

Jack grunted. "I would be fine if I didn't have some sort o' plaster straightjacket on me leg, or whatever this madness is used for."

Will laughed, "Modern medicine, Jack. It's called a cast. Say it with me….caaaaaaaaast."

"I don't need no bloody cass, whatever it's for. You've forgotten—I'm Captain Jack Sparrow, lad!" Jack grumbled, trying to tug off the cast. He noticed the little boy's eyes wide with amazement. "What is it, son?" he asked.

"My—my name is Jack, too!" the little boy blurted out, as if he had never heard of such a thing. Someone with the same name as he! Impossible.

"Is it now, son? Pleasure to know you, Cap'n," Jack smiled, motioning for the little Jack to sit down. He had always been rather good with children, even if he never found a woman to make them with. Perhaps it was the sheer process of it he loved. He had impregnated a woman once, years ago, but of course, his old, conniving first mate Barbossa had been the one to kill her. Jack regretted that although he wasn't sure of his readiness to settle down.

Jack Turner, dark brown hair as his father along with much of his father's other features, yet his mother's blue eyes and soft complexion, smiled a toothy grin at being called Captain. As Jack Sparrow took his hat from the bureau and placed it on the little Turner's head, covering damn hear half his face of it's size, the little boy sat down. "You look much like Daddy, son but you've got Mummy's eyes. You'll be a right oh pirate, aye, ye sure will be, kid." He ruffled Jack's messy hair.

Elizabeth suddenly decided to become very lovey-dovey and romantic, taking Will by the arm and kissing him. It was a bit odd, really, for Jack to see; Elizabeth never caught him as the romantic type. She was always more of a spunky girl, to tell the truth. After a few moments, Jack cut in. "Alright, loves, time to end happy time…Will, I never knew you were such a ladies' man…when you said you had a girl, you meant it! But it's a tad boring to watch you make love without me being the one making it, if you know what I mean."

Will rolled his eyes, "Okay…anyways, a few questions…what brought you to this place? Why aren't you sailing the seas or taking some new plunder?"

Johnny's smile vanished, "Well, Will, the truth is…Barbossa never really died. He died, I guess…but the man's back and he's wantin' revenge. The curse did say they would only truly return after death, after all, mate…but I denno where he is. But, ya see, there's another curse…to another treasure. This curse tells that whoever takes it shall gain fatal revenge on his mortal enemy, that's me, lad, in case you didn't know, and he's in search of it this very moment. I need only the finest pirates and I know you're just the Captain to it. Now, you may be a bit rusty with all this common townsperson life you've been taking to for two years or so…but I need your help this time, mate."

Elizabeth immediately stepped in. "I don't think Will should go…after all, you have your son to take care of."

"Bring the little pirate king along, mate! He'll be fine…he's got his Daddy's blood in him, what could possibly 'urt him? He has to learn, after all…" Jack said, picking the little boy up, bring yet another huge grin to the kid's face. "See! He wants to go!"

After being set down, young Jack Turner ran to his mother and buried his face in one of her thighs, which was his height for the time being. "Please, Mama, please, can I go? I wanna go sword fight and kill the bad men!" he whined.

Elizabeth still wasn't sure, but came to an uneasy decision. "Fine…he can go, but only until Tortuga, perhaps a little farther. And I'm coming, too, regardless of whether Mr. Gibbs says it's bad luck or not," she said, a bit stuffily, but Jack and Will realized what stress she was under for this decision. She had, after all, been captured by pirates and damn near killed by them, why wouldn't she be worried for her only son? Hell, Jack wished for the old Elizabeth back; now she had just become a boring, old, homemaker.

"Come on, Lizzy! Maybe you and I can get stranded on another island and I can get you drunk and hope for something to happen while at the same time knowing you'll be with old Willy-boy, love," he winked. "Don't you want to go back to the same old Caribbean?"

Jack raised himself by his arms and struggled to get out of bed, only managing to make even more of a mess of himself and his cast thing.

"DAMN THIS CASS BASTARD!"