Shadows Over the Sea
By Illoria
A/N: Reviews? Por moi? *wipe tear* hehe :D No really, thank you so much to the reviewers so far: caution1, Alicondria, Felicity Sparrow :D Looks like Shadows will definitely be continued =D thank you!
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Chapter Two
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Jack was led up the flight of stairs, where he found a hallway and several doors. The nun pointed out each one to him, explaining what was on the other side of each. At the end of the hallway, she opened a door to reveal a bedroom. Six bunk beds lined all four walls, and the middle of the room was empty.
"This is where you'll be sleeping," the nun said.
Jack hadn't been paying much attention to anything the nun said. His mind kept wandering back to the ship. William would be getting back now, and then they would be setting sail to someplace far away from here…
"…Be expected to work hard while you are here," the nun's high pitch snapped Jack back to reality. "The other boys will be back shortly; Sister Isabel took them out for a walk. You may wait in here, and I'll be back up shortly."
Jack nodded, and the nun left, leaving the door open behind her. Jack walked over to one of the bunk beds, and flopped down on it. The mattress was hard and uncomfortable, but he hadn't gotten much sleep last night at all. He felt himself drifting off…
**
"Hey, that's my bed!"
A voice roused Jack from his sleep. "H-huh…"
"Get out! That's my bed!"
Jack opened his eyes. A tall boy stood in front of him, looking pretty angry. Jack jumped out of the bed. "Sorry," he mumbled as the boy shoved past him.
He looked around the room and saw that every bunk bed was already claimed. Where was he supposed to sleep?
"Hey!" he called out. He didn't want to be in that orphanage at all, and this boy trying to pick a fight with him was just annoying him even more.
One boy turned around, but the rest ignored him. "Hey," the boy said. "Name's Chris. What's yours?"
"Jack," he said. "Listen, I-"
"Hey, guys!" Chris called out. The other boys turned around at his voice. "This here's Jack."
The boys grumbled various greetings in Jack's direction. He nodded to them and waved in response.
"That there's Robin," Chris began, pointing to a red-haired boy. "That's Tom. And over there, that's Daniel. And Mick, and Philip…"
Jack nodded.
"So, how'd you end up here?" Chris asked.
Jack sighed. "I don't really want to talk about it," he said.
Chris nodded. "Hm, okay then," he said. "You're little, aren't ya? How old are ya?"
"Six," Jack said.
"Hm, no older than Daniel," Chris conceded. Jack nodded; he didn't really know what else to do.
Neither of them talked for a bit, but the silence was broken with the nun from before came into the room. "Lights out!" her voice rang throughout the room. The boys climbed into their beds, but Jack was left standing in the middle of the room.
"Where am I supposed to –" he started to ask, but the nun said to him, "I said, lights out!"
"But I-" Jack started. But she was already gone.
With a heavy heart, he curled up into a ball in the empty middle of the room. The floor was cold and hard, but he was so tired…
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Captain Jack Sparrow was pretty tired now. He'd stayed at the wheel the entire day. He felt odd as he realized where he was; aboard the Black Pearl, his beloved ship, at the wheel, on the ocean. They were far from Tortuga, but his mind was still in Tortuga as it was thirty-five years ago. He sighed sadly.
"I need some rum," he mumbled.
Jack called out to Gibbs to take over steering and stumbled to his cabin. Gibbs nodded and left the captain to enter his cabin and close the door behind him. Once inside, Jack fell down on his bed, relieved to feel the softness beneath him. He sat up and reached for a bottle of rum, and poured himself a mug full. He gulped it down quickly, but only felt moderately better.
"Now that's odd," Jack mumbled as he poured himself another mug.
For some reason, the memories had caught up with him today.
Maybe because it'd been exactly thirty-five years ago when his mother had died…
Jack grumbled something under his breath and took a long swig of rum. He was the son of a whore in Tortuga who had been killed when he was but six years old; too young to realize that his mother was a prostitute. He'd come to know this at the orphanage; where he hadn't stayed at for one year, nor two - he'd been at the orphanage in Tortuga for four years.
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"So, what happened to your family?"
Chris was the only boy in the orphanage who would talk to Jack (the others wouldn't do so much as look at him). And although nine-year-old Jack really didn't want to discuss his origins, he figured he might as well tell the older boy... to keep him from asking again, if nothing else.
"My mother died," Jack mumbled and went about making his bed.
Well, it certainly did shut Chris up. "Oh," was all he could say. Then, "I'm... sorry."
Jack nodded.
But, it'd only shut him up for a moment. "So, what about your dad?" Chris continued.
"Don't have one," Jack said simply.
Chris looked perplexed. "Don't have a dad? You mean... he left your mom?"
Jack shook his head. "I never had one."
"You mean, your mom was never married?"
"Guess not," Jack said.
"So she was a... a whore?"
"What?!" Jack turned on the older boy immediately.
"She was a whore. Your mother."
"No!" Jack yelled, and before he knew it his fist was raised. And then, his fist abruptly made contact with the older boy's face, who stared back at Jack with what would certainly turn into a black eye.
"You want to start something?" Chris said.
Jack shook his head. "My mother was not a whore."
The punch did shut Chris up, but that meant that there wasn't a single boy in the orphanage who would talk to Jack. He was alone.
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Captain Jack Sparrow shook his head and put a hand to his temple. He was getting what promised to be a nasty headache. He was also on his fourth mug of rum.
"Calm, Jack," he muttered to himself. "There ain' nothing good ole' rum can't solve, eh?" He took another gulp.
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The years passed. Ten-year-old Jack was still a boy in many ways, but he was tougher and less innocent than most boys. Four years in an orphanage in Tortuga had taught him to be street smart, and to always be on his guard. He'd been smaller than the other boys and younger than most of them, and they hadn't liked him one bit. He'd had to be alert and fend for himself, otherwise the older boys would try to take advantage of him.
William had visited Jack in the orphanage whenever the ship docked in Tortuga (quite frequently), but for all those four years he still couldn't take Jack with him on the ship. But then, one morning when Jack was ten, everything changed.
He'd been woken up by one of the nuns. "W...wha?" he remembered stumbling sleepily. It was quite a bit earlier than he usually got up.
"There's someone here for you," the nun had whispered, so as not to wake the other boys.
Jack got out of bed in something of a daze, but he'd woken up the moment he saw William Turner waiting for him downstairs. "William?" he said in awe. "... What's going on?"
William was grinning. He spread his arms out and said, "Jack, you're coming with me!"
The words hit Jack right on, and he felt the happiest he remembered feeling in a very long time. "Are you serious?!" he exclaimed.
William nodded. "I've joined the crew of a new ship, a real beauty too. I talked to the Captain, and you're comin' with me on his ship!"
Jack didn't know what to say. He stumbled for words as he walked over to William, grasping the situation. William , and Jack was going with him. He'd finally be able to sail away from Tortuga.
Those few moments seemed to play in joyful slow-motion, but it was a blur what happened next – papers and signatures saying he could leave the orphanage, William escorting him outside and down the streets of Tortuga, to the ports. That was when he saw it.
It was beautiful, William's ship. Tall masts and white sails. Its name was the Voyager. Jack could see the complete pride in William's eyes as they came closer to it, and when they finally stepped aboard… Jack felt like he was back home.
Though Jack hadn't been on board a ship in four years, he felt at place on board, natural. He was so overjoyed that he'd be staying on the Voyager, with William, that he could finally sail away from the town he'd been trapped in. All of the things he'd been dreaming about during his time spent at the orphanage, it could finally come true, he'd thought.
The first night on board the Voyager, in the galley, Jack sat next to William. William introduced him to the Captain, and the entire crew, who welcomed him (apparently, William had told them all about Jack).
It went on to become all the things that Jack had been dreaming about. William taught Jack all about the ship and its workings, the jobs of the crew members, everything – and Jack loved it. He loved being on the Voyager, sailing over the open sea.
The Voyager was Jack Sparrow's first taste of freedom, and once he'd tasted it, he couldn't ever give it up.
A/N: Keep the reviews coming, heheh :p No, you don't HAVE to review... but it would be very very much appreciated it you did =)
By Illoria
A/N: Reviews? Por moi? *wipe tear* hehe :D No really, thank you so much to the reviewers so far: caution1, Alicondria, Felicity Sparrow :D Looks like Shadows will definitely be continued =D thank you!
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Chapter Two
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Jack was led up the flight of stairs, where he found a hallway and several doors. The nun pointed out each one to him, explaining what was on the other side of each. At the end of the hallway, she opened a door to reveal a bedroom. Six bunk beds lined all four walls, and the middle of the room was empty.
"This is where you'll be sleeping," the nun said.
Jack hadn't been paying much attention to anything the nun said. His mind kept wandering back to the ship. William would be getting back now, and then they would be setting sail to someplace far away from here…
"…Be expected to work hard while you are here," the nun's high pitch snapped Jack back to reality. "The other boys will be back shortly; Sister Isabel took them out for a walk. You may wait in here, and I'll be back up shortly."
Jack nodded, and the nun left, leaving the door open behind her. Jack walked over to one of the bunk beds, and flopped down on it. The mattress was hard and uncomfortable, but he hadn't gotten much sleep last night at all. He felt himself drifting off…
**
"Hey, that's my bed!"
A voice roused Jack from his sleep. "H-huh…"
"Get out! That's my bed!"
Jack opened his eyes. A tall boy stood in front of him, looking pretty angry. Jack jumped out of the bed. "Sorry," he mumbled as the boy shoved past him.
He looked around the room and saw that every bunk bed was already claimed. Where was he supposed to sleep?
"Hey!" he called out. He didn't want to be in that orphanage at all, and this boy trying to pick a fight with him was just annoying him even more.
One boy turned around, but the rest ignored him. "Hey," the boy said. "Name's Chris. What's yours?"
"Jack," he said. "Listen, I-"
"Hey, guys!" Chris called out. The other boys turned around at his voice. "This here's Jack."
The boys grumbled various greetings in Jack's direction. He nodded to them and waved in response.
"That there's Robin," Chris began, pointing to a red-haired boy. "That's Tom. And over there, that's Daniel. And Mick, and Philip…"
Jack nodded.
"So, how'd you end up here?" Chris asked.
Jack sighed. "I don't really want to talk about it," he said.
Chris nodded. "Hm, okay then," he said. "You're little, aren't ya? How old are ya?"
"Six," Jack said.
"Hm, no older than Daniel," Chris conceded. Jack nodded; he didn't really know what else to do.
Neither of them talked for a bit, but the silence was broken with the nun from before came into the room. "Lights out!" her voice rang throughout the room. The boys climbed into their beds, but Jack was left standing in the middle of the room.
"Where am I supposed to –" he started to ask, but the nun said to him, "I said, lights out!"
"But I-" Jack started. But she was already gone.
With a heavy heart, he curled up into a ball in the empty middle of the room. The floor was cold and hard, but he was so tired…
**************
Captain Jack Sparrow was pretty tired now. He'd stayed at the wheel the entire day. He felt odd as he realized where he was; aboard the Black Pearl, his beloved ship, at the wheel, on the ocean. They were far from Tortuga, but his mind was still in Tortuga as it was thirty-five years ago. He sighed sadly.
"I need some rum," he mumbled.
Jack called out to Gibbs to take over steering and stumbled to his cabin. Gibbs nodded and left the captain to enter his cabin and close the door behind him. Once inside, Jack fell down on his bed, relieved to feel the softness beneath him. He sat up and reached for a bottle of rum, and poured himself a mug full. He gulped it down quickly, but only felt moderately better.
"Now that's odd," Jack mumbled as he poured himself another mug.
For some reason, the memories had caught up with him today.
Maybe because it'd been exactly thirty-five years ago when his mother had died…
Jack grumbled something under his breath and took a long swig of rum. He was the son of a whore in Tortuga who had been killed when he was but six years old; too young to realize that his mother was a prostitute. He'd come to know this at the orphanage; where he hadn't stayed at for one year, nor two - he'd been at the orphanage in Tortuga for four years.
*******
"So, what happened to your family?"
Chris was the only boy in the orphanage who would talk to Jack (the others wouldn't do so much as look at him). And although nine-year-old Jack really didn't want to discuss his origins, he figured he might as well tell the older boy... to keep him from asking again, if nothing else.
"My mother died," Jack mumbled and went about making his bed.
Well, it certainly did shut Chris up. "Oh," was all he could say. Then, "I'm... sorry."
Jack nodded.
But, it'd only shut him up for a moment. "So, what about your dad?" Chris continued.
"Don't have one," Jack said simply.
Chris looked perplexed. "Don't have a dad? You mean... he left your mom?"
Jack shook his head. "I never had one."
"You mean, your mom was never married?"
"Guess not," Jack said.
"So she was a... a whore?"
"What?!" Jack turned on the older boy immediately.
"She was a whore. Your mother."
"No!" Jack yelled, and before he knew it his fist was raised. And then, his fist abruptly made contact with the older boy's face, who stared back at Jack with what would certainly turn into a black eye.
"You want to start something?" Chris said.
Jack shook his head. "My mother was not a whore."
The punch did shut Chris up, but that meant that there wasn't a single boy in the orphanage who would talk to Jack. He was alone.
********
Captain Jack Sparrow shook his head and put a hand to his temple. He was getting what promised to be a nasty headache. He was also on his fourth mug of rum.
"Calm, Jack," he muttered to himself. "There ain' nothing good ole' rum can't solve, eh?" He took another gulp.
********
The years passed. Ten-year-old Jack was still a boy in many ways, but he was tougher and less innocent than most boys. Four years in an orphanage in Tortuga had taught him to be street smart, and to always be on his guard. He'd been smaller than the other boys and younger than most of them, and they hadn't liked him one bit. He'd had to be alert and fend for himself, otherwise the older boys would try to take advantage of him.
William had visited Jack in the orphanage whenever the ship docked in Tortuga (quite frequently), but for all those four years he still couldn't take Jack with him on the ship. But then, one morning when Jack was ten, everything changed.
He'd been woken up by one of the nuns. "W...wha?" he remembered stumbling sleepily. It was quite a bit earlier than he usually got up.
"There's someone here for you," the nun had whispered, so as not to wake the other boys.
Jack got out of bed in something of a daze, but he'd woken up the moment he saw William Turner waiting for him downstairs. "William?" he said in awe. "... What's going on?"
William was grinning. He spread his arms out and said, "Jack, you're coming with me!"
The words hit Jack right on, and he felt the happiest he remembered feeling in a very long time. "Are you serious?!" he exclaimed.
William nodded. "I've joined the crew of a new ship, a real beauty too. I talked to the Captain, and you're comin' with me on his ship!"
Jack didn't know what to say. He stumbled for words as he walked over to William, grasping the situation. William , and Jack was going with him. He'd finally be able to sail away from Tortuga.
Those few moments seemed to play in joyful slow-motion, but it was a blur what happened next – papers and signatures saying he could leave the orphanage, William escorting him outside and down the streets of Tortuga, to the ports. That was when he saw it.
It was beautiful, William's ship. Tall masts and white sails. Its name was the Voyager. Jack could see the complete pride in William's eyes as they came closer to it, and when they finally stepped aboard… Jack felt like he was back home.
Though Jack hadn't been on board a ship in four years, he felt at place on board, natural. He was so overjoyed that he'd be staying on the Voyager, with William, that he could finally sail away from the town he'd been trapped in. All of the things he'd been dreaming about during his time spent at the orphanage, it could finally come true, he'd thought.
The first night on board the Voyager, in the galley, Jack sat next to William. William introduced him to the Captain, and the entire crew, who welcomed him (apparently, William had told them all about Jack).
It went on to become all the things that Jack had been dreaming about. William taught Jack all about the ship and its workings, the jobs of the crew members, everything – and Jack loved it. He loved being on the Voyager, sailing over the open sea.
The Voyager was Jack Sparrow's first taste of freedom, and once he'd tasted it, he couldn't ever give it up.
A/N: Keep the reviews coming, heheh :p No, you don't HAVE to review... but it would be very very much appreciated it you did =)