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Chapter Thirteen-Reunion
A small boy was playing with a large wooden hoop in the street in front of the Turners's house
the next morning. He fell and gave a cry as his hoop spun away from him. The boy looked up from the
ground to see Will standing a few feet before him, holding the hoop.
"Here, let me help you up," Will said compassionately as he helped the child to his feet and
dusted him off. "No harm, I imagine?" The boy shook his head. "Good lad. May I ask what you are
doing playing out in the street this morning? Where are your parents?" The boy pointed back down
the street toward the market square.
"Mum's at the market and she told me to go play." Will looked toward the square to see a
woman shopping who occasionally walked over and looked down the street to check on the child.
"Do you think your mum would mind if I asked you to run an errand to the harbor for me? I
would pay you, of course." The boy jumped at the mention of payment.
"Oh no, sir, but I could ask her if you like?" Will nodded and the boy ran down to the market.
After talking to his mother for a moment, the woman looked down the street to Will who waved kindly,
and nodded. The boy ran back up the street.
"She said it would be all right."
"Good. What's your name, son?" Will asked, smiling at the child's good nature.
"Peter, sir." Will nodded, walked back into his house for a moment and emerged with a piece
of paper, a quill, and a coin. He quickly scribbled a note on the paper, folded it, and handed it to the
boy.
"Well, Peter, all I need you to do is to take this note down to the docks for me. You will see a
person or two just sitting on the pier. These people will probably look like pirates, but don't be afraid,
they won't hurt you." Peter winced slightly at the thought of meeting a pirate. He was not too young to
remember the attacks. Will patted his back reassuringly. "Trust me, they won't harm you, these
people are actually quite nice. When you see them, ask if they know Will Turner. If they say yes, give
them the note and tell them it is for Jack from Will, following me so far?" Peter nodded seriously.
"They should take the note to a ship and may return with another man. He will come here, but you
don't have to go with him if you don't want to. Come back here any time today and I will give you a
shilling, sound reasonable?"
"Yes sir!" Peter ran off to the harbor. Will watched him dash down the street, smiling. He
hoped his own son would be as amiable a child as this. He laughed as he imagined the possibilities.
With Will's bloodline and Elizabeth's feisty nature it was much more probable that Jack would be a
little trouble maker. Will Turner went back inside.
"Did you send word to Jack?" Elizabeth asked sleepily as her husband sat down beside her on
their bed.
"Yes, sweetheart. He should come soon."
"Good. Catherine's in the back parlor with the baby." Will rose and stuck his head out of the
door to see his sister-in-law sitting in a rocking chair with little Jack in her arms, both sound asleep.
Catherine had not left the Turners's all night, even after the Governor had come to see his new
grandson and left again. Will smiled as he thought to himself,
"I'll let her sleep. She should be awake soon enough!"
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Captain Jack Sparrow strode through the streets of Port Royal with little Peter running behind
him. The boy had been frightened of him at first, but did not want to appear the coward and went back
with him anyway. Jack had soon put the boy at ease with his jovial nature, and the two were quite
happy as they walked back to the Turners'. They reached the door just as Will was coming outside to
see if they were coming. The two men shook hands jovially, and Will turned to Peter and gave him his
shilling. The boy thanked him and ran back to his mother, grinning from ear to ear.
"Nice kid that one," Jack said as the child ran away. "So, yer a dad, then, eh Will?" The pirate
grinned and slapped his friend on the back. "Congratulations, mate." Will just smiled as he led Jack
inside and to the bedroom, where Elizabeth was waiting. She smiled as Sparrow bent down and kissed
her cheek. "Nice work, love, I'm happy for ye. Was it a boy or a girl?"
"A boy," Elizabeth said as she grinned. "A boy named Jack." The pirate beamed at the
couple.
"Jack, eh? Named yer son after me! Now that's a compliment, te be sure." Will and
Elizabeth laughed to see how pleased Jack was. The pirate glanced around the room. "Where is the
little tyke?" Elizabeth nodded to her husband. Will led Jack over to the door to the back parlor.
"He's in here," he said. "...with his aunt." Jack's face suddenly became very solemn. His
chest grew tight and he swallowed hard as he looked at Will and Elizabeth. "She's in there?" The two
nodded, and Will opened the door.
Jack walked inside the room filled with streams of sunlight to see Catherine sitting in a rocking
chair with her head lolled forward onto her chest, asleep, and the baby nestled in her arms. She awoke
as Will gently took the baby off her lap and left the room. It took her a moment to look up and realize
that Jack was standing right in front of her. The two stared at each other in disbelief for what seemed
like an eternity, both hardly daring to believe this was real. Catherine then burst into tears, breaking the
silent stare. She buried her face in her hands and sobbed uncontrollably, like she had needed to cry all
year. Jack ran forward and got to his knees in front of her. He put his hands gingerly on her knees as
he asked,
"Are you all right, Cate? What's wrong?" Catherine looked up, hair disheveled and tears
streaming down her cheeks, and slapped the pirate across the face. Jack looked up, puzzled. "What
was that for?"
"What took you so damn long!?!" Jack smiled, and Catherine threw herself off the chair and
into his arms. They clung to each other as they kissed again and again, their mouths passionately
expressing what words could not. They sat there on the floor locked in each other's embrace until Will
and Elizabeth opened the door to check on them. Catherine wiped the tears out of her eyes as she ran
to her sister. "What are you doing up?!" Elizabeth smiled.
"I had to see." Jack walked forward, tears shining in his own eyes, and put his arm around
Catherine as he reached his other hand out to the couple.
"Thank you."
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Later that afternoon, Catherine and Jack were sitting in the front room of the Turners's house
watching the baby while Will and Elizabeth slept. They sat on the sofa, Catherine snuggled
against Jack's side and holding his arm while he held his little namesake in his lap. Big Jack just
couldn't get enough of little Jack. Catherine smiled as she watched the pirate play with the
baby, who was pulling on his long braided beard and laughing a slobbery, toothless laugh.
Once the baby let go, Jack looked up at her and grinned.
"Ye know, love," he said as little Jack wrapped his hand around big Jack's thumb, "it
did somethin' te me when I walked in and saw ye sitting there sleepin' with a baby in yer arms. I liked
the way that looked." Catherine grinned and fiddled with a strand of his beaded hair.
"What are you saying, darling?" Jack looked down at his lap and blushed slightly.
"Well, er....the thing is.....umm..."
"Jack, do you want to get married?" The pirate looked up surprised at the bluntness of that
statement.
"Yes." Catherine's smile got even wider. "Cate, will ye marry me?" She pulled him as close
as she could without disturbing the baby.
"Of course I will." Jack flashed his gold teeth, ecstatic, and kissed her. Catherine wrinkled her
nose playfully. "You'll have to get a bath first,though." The pirate laughed and rubbed his hair in her
face, causing them both to burst into a fit of giggles. Baby Jack started to cry at the noise. They
hushed quickly, Catherine taking the baby and rocking him gently to sleep. Jack watched with his head
resting on his hand and a soft smile on his lips.
"I love ye, lass." Catherine smiled one of those all knowing smiles that only women can make
when they are completely content with life.
"I know, Jack. I love you too."
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After little Jack's parents had awoken, Catherine and Jack handed over the baby and set off
for the harbor. Catherine wanted to say hello to the crew of the Black Pearl, and Jack wanted to tell
everyone on the face of the planet that they were getting married. They strolled through the streets of
Port Royal hand in hand, not caring who saw the governor's unruly elder daughter with the infamous
Captain Jack Sparrow. As they walked, Catherine put her hand to her neck and pulled off a silver
chain on which she wore the ring Jack had given to her before he escaped a year ago.
"Here, Jack," she said as she handed the ring to the pirate. "I guess you can have this back
now. I don't need the trinket when I've got the man." Jack smiled and put his hand up.
"Keep it, love. I've gone without it fer a year, I don't need it now. I'll be givin' ye another ring
that actually fits here soon enough anyway, ye might as well keep that'n as well." Catherine put the
chain back around her neck as Jack was pulling something out of his belt. He held up his hand
revealing her handkerchief. "I plan on keepin' this as well, but I'd appreciate it if ye'd carry it fer a
while and perhaps wash it. It's stopped smelling like ye here lately." The girl looked at the pirate in
surprise.
"It smells like me?" Jack nodded emphatically, adding his typical waves and flourishes as he
spoke.
"Aye, love, at least it did until it got too soiled te smell like anythin' but dirt." Catherine threw
her head back and laughed. She was her old self again, the self she had not been for an entire year. It
felt good to laugh. Jack also was much more his old self with her than he had been on the open seas
with his ship and crew this last year. He was still crazy, of course, but Catherine put the spring back in
his drunken swagger.
As the couple approached the harbor, a blue jacket came into view, followed by a pair
of red jackets. It was Commodore Norrington on his way to the fort followed by the very same two
soldiers whose acquaintance Jack had made the year before during the Commodore's promotion
ceremony. Norrington was in the process of making a short bow of greeting to Catherine when he
realized in whose company she was traveling. The commodore stood there for a moment with his
mouth hanging open as Jack shouted out a boisterous salutation.
"Commodore! Haven't seen you in a long while, eh mate? Gents?" The two soldiers smiled at
the pirate's cheerful recollection and started to go forward in greeting when Norrington gave them a
sharp look that sent them back to their rigid positions behind him. The Commodore walked forward
slowly, his hands clasped behind his back and an icy disdain in his eyes.
"Well, well, if it isn't Jack Sparrow."
"Captain Jack Sparrow, if ye please."
"Ah yes. I thought we had seen the last of you in Port Royal. Might I inquire as to why you
have decided to," the commodore wrinkled his nose in disgust as he drew close to the pirate, "...grace
us with your presence?" Jack twiddled his beard and glanced sideways at Catherine.
"Well, I, uh..." she shook her head very slightly, "I was just 'ere payin' a visit to some old
friends." Norrington narrowed his eyes distrust as he looked at Sparrow.
"Be that as it may, I am afraid I shall have to take you into custody. You are still a pirate and
are still in violation of the law. Seize him." The two soldiers reluctantly moved towards Jack, who
waved his hands in frustration.
"Not again with this hangin' business, I really'd rather not do that again." As the guards
reached out to grab Jack's arms Catherine stepped forward, knocking their hands away.
"Commodore, you will not lay a hand on this man," she said as she walked right up to
Norrington.
"Oh really, and what authority do you have to stop me?" Norrington was not about to be
stopped by Catherine. He had never been really fond of her, and he was still a little bitter about the
whole affair of a year ago.
"I believe you will find that Captain Sparrow is not here to cause mischief. You will also
discover, should you take him into custody, that my father has gained a new respect for the man who
saved his daughters' lives so many times, and will be quite angry if he his locked up for simply being
here." Catherine glowed with fiery defiance as Jack stood behind her, arms crossed and looking quite
full of himself. "You would very much regret these actions later if my father was to find out, which he
would." Norrington backed away coldly, reluctant to allow such prey to escape again.
"Very well. But I warn you," the commodore said to Jack, "...you are to leave Port Royal
immediately, and if I hear that you have remained here you will find yourself facing a noose." Jack
placed his hands together in mock gratitude and bowed as the commodore and his men continued on
their way. After the soldiers were well out of earshot, Catherine and Jack burst into laughter and ran
down the street towards the harbor and the Pearl.
"Can you believe that man!" Catherine said gaily as she ran. Jack flailed his arms as he trotted
along beside her and suddenly stiffened in imitation of the commodore.
"You are to leave Port Royal before you find yerself facin' a noose," the pirate said mockingly.
"What's he think that'll do, scare me?" He suddenly stopped and waved his hands in front of his face,
pretending to be afraid. "Oh no! Not hanging! Whatever shall I do?" The couple ran on, laughing
hysterically, not slowing until they reached the pier where Cotton was waiting with his parrot and a
rowboat.
"Hello, Mr. Cotton, how are you?" Catherine asked as the old pirate gave her his hand to help
her into the rowboat. The parrot squawked,
"Wind in yer sails, wind in yer sails..." Catherine smiled.
"Glad to hear it."
"Mr. Cotton," Jack said as he took his place in the boat, "Back to the Pearl, I have some news
fer everyone."
Chapter Thirteen-Reunion
A small boy was playing with a large wooden hoop in the street in front of the Turners's house
the next morning. He fell and gave a cry as his hoop spun away from him. The boy looked up from the
ground to see Will standing a few feet before him, holding the hoop.
"Here, let me help you up," Will said compassionately as he helped the child to his feet and
dusted him off. "No harm, I imagine?" The boy shook his head. "Good lad. May I ask what you are
doing playing out in the street this morning? Where are your parents?" The boy pointed back down
the street toward the market square.
"Mum's at the market and she told me to go play." Will looked toward the square to see a
woman shopping who occasionally walked over and looked down the street to check on the child.
"Do you think your mum would mind if I asked you to run an errand to the harbor for me? I
would pay you, of course." The boy jumped at the mention of payment.
"Oh no, sir, but I could ask her if you like?" Will nodded and the boy ran down to the market.
After talking to his mother for a moment, the woman looked down the street to Will who waved kindly,
and nodded. The boy ran back up the street.
"She said it would be all right."
"Good. What's your name, son?" Will asked, smiling at the child's good nature.
"Peter, sir." Will nodded, walked back into his house for a moment and emerged with a piece
of paper, a quill, and a coin. He quickly scribbled a note on the paper, folded it, and handed it to the
boy.
"Well, Peter, all I need you to do is to take this note down to the docks for me. You will see a
person or two just sitting on the pier. These people will probably look like pirates, but don't be afraid,
they won't hurt you." Peter winced slightly at the thought of meeting a pirate. He was not too young to
remember the attacks. Will patted his back reassuringly. "Trust me, they won't harm you, these
people are actually quite nice. When you see them, ask if they know Will Turner. If they say yes, give
them the note and tell them it is for Jack from Will, following me so far?" Peter nodded seriously.
"They should take the note to a ship and may return with another man. He will come here, but you
don't have to go with him if you don't want to. Come back here any time today and I will give you a
shilling, sound reasonable?"
"Yes sir!" Peter ran off to the harbor. Will watched him dash down the street, smiling. He
hoped his own son would be as amiable a child as this. He laughed as he imagined the possibilities.
With Will's bloodline and Elizabeth's feisty nature it was much more probable that Jack would be a
little trouble maker. Will Turner went back inside.
"Did you send word to Jack?" Elizabeth asked sleepily as her husband sat down beside her on
their bed.
"Yes, sweetheart. He should come soon."
"Good. Catherine's in the back parlor with the baby." Will rose and stuck his head out of the
door to see his sister-in-law sitting in a rocking chair with little Jack in her arms, both sound asleep.
Catherine had not left the Turners's all night, even after the Governor had come to see his new
grandson and left again. Will smiled as he thought to himself,
"I'll let her sleep. She should be awake soon enough!"
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Captain Jack Sparrow strode through the streets of Port Royal with little Peter running behind
him. The boy had been frightened of him at first, but did not want to appear the coward and went back
with him anyway. Jack had soon put the boy at ease with his jovial nature, and the two were quite
happy as they walked back to the Turners'. They reached the door just as Will was coming outside to
see if they were coming. The two men shook hands jovially, and Will turned to Peter and gave him his
shilling. The boy thanked him and ran back to his mother, grinning from ear to ear.
"Nice kid that one," Jack said as the child ran away. "So, yer a dad, then, eh Will?" The pirate
grinned and slapped his friend on the back. "Congratulations, mate." Will just smiled as he led Jack
inside and to the bedroom, where Elizabeth was waiting. She smiled as Sparrow bent down and kissed
her cheek. "Nice work, love, I'm happy for ye. Was it a boy or a girl?"
"A boy," Elizabeth said as she grinned. "A boy named Jack." The pirate beamed at the
couple.
"Jack, eh? Named yer son after me! Now that's a compliment, te be sure." Will and
Elizabeth laughed to see how pleased Jack was. The pirate glanced around the room. "Where is the
little tyke?" Elizabeth nodded to her husband. Will led Jack over to the door to the back parlor.
"He's in here," he said. "...with his aunt." Jack's face suddenly became very solemn. His
chest grew tight and he swallowed hard as he looked at Will and Elizabeth. "She's in there?" The two
nodded, and Will opened the door.
Jack walked inside the room filled with streams of sunlight to see Catherine sitting in a rocking
chair with her head lolled forward onto her chest, asleep, and the baby nestled in her arms. She awoke
as Will gently took the baby off her lap and left the room. It took her a moment to look up and realize
that Jack was standing right in front of her. The two stared at each other in disbelief for what seemed
like an eternity, both hardly daring to believe this was real. Catherine then burst into tears, breaking the
silent stare. She buried her face in her hands and sobbed uncontrollably, like she had needed to cry all
year. Jack ran forward and got to his knees in front of her. He put his hands gingerly on her knees as
he asked,
"Are you all right, Cate? What's wrong?" Catherine looked up, hair disheveled and tears
streaming down her cheeks, and slapped the pirate across the face. Jack looked up, puzzled. "What
was that for?"
"What took you so damn long!?!" Jack smiled, and Catherine threw herself off the chair and
into his arms. They clung to each other as they kissed again and again, their mouths passionately
expressing what words could not. They sat there on the floor locked in each other's embrace until Will
and Elizabeth opened the door to check on them. Catherine wiped the tears out of her eyes as she ran
to her sister. "What are you doing up?!" Elizabeth smiled.
"I had to see." Jack walked forward, tears shining in his own eyes, and put his arm around
Catherine as he reached his other hand out to the couple.
"Thank you."
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Later that afternoon, Catherine and Jack were sitting in the front room of the Turners's house
watching the baby while Will and Elizabeth slept. They sat on the sofa, Catherine snuggled
against Jack's side and holding his arm while he held his little namesake in his lap. Big Jack just
couldn't get enough of little Jack. Catherine smiled as she watched the pirate play with the
baby, who was pulling on his long braided beard and laughing a slobbery, toothless laugh.
Once the baby let go, Jack looked up at her and grinned.
"Ye know, love," he said as little Jack wrapped his hand around big Jack's thumb, "it
did somethin' te me when I walked in and saw ye sitting there sleepin' with a baby in yer arms. I liked
the way that looked." Catherine grinned and fiddled with a strand of his beaded hair.
"What are you saying, darling?" Jack looked down at his lap and blushed slightly.
"Well, er....the thing is.....umm..."
"Jack, do you want to get married?" The pirate looked up surprised at the bluntness of that
statement.
"Yes." Catherine's smile got even wider. "Cate, will ye marry me?" She pulled him as close
as she could without disturbing the baby.
"Of course I will." Jack flashed his gold teeth, ecstatic, and kissed her. Catherine wrinkled her
nose playfully. "You'll have to get a bath first,though." The pirate laughed and rubbed his hair in her
face, causing them both to burst into a fit of giggles. Baby Jack started to cry at the noise. They
hushed quickly, Catherine taking the baby and rocking him gently to sleep. Jack watched with his head
resting on his hand and a soft smile on his lips.
"I love ye, lass." Catherine smiled one of those all knowing smiles that only women can make
when they are completely content with life.
"I know, Jack. I love you too."
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After little Jack's parents had awoken, Catherine and Jack handed over the baby and set off
for the harbor. Catherine wanted to say hello to the crew of the Black Pearl, and Jack wanted to tell
everyone on the face of the planet that they were getting married. They strolled through the streets of
Port Royal hand in hand, not caring who saw the governor's unruly elder daughter with the infamous
Captain Jack Sparrow. As they walked, Catherine put her hand to her neck and pulled off a silver
chain on which she wore the ring Jack had given to her before he escaped a year ago.
"Here, Jack," she said as she handed the ring to the pirate. "I guess you can have this back
now. I don't need the trinket when I've got the man." Jack smiled and put his hand up.
"Keep it, love. I've gone without it fer a year, I don't need it now. I'll be givin' ye another ring
that actually fits here soon enough anyway, ye might as well keep that'n as well." Catherine put the
chain back around her neck as Jack was pulling something out of his belt. He held up his hand
revealing her handkerchief. "I plan on keepin' this as well, but I'd appreciate it if ye'd carry it fer a
while and perhaps wash it. It's stopped smelling like ye here lately." The girl looked at the pirate in
surprise.
"It smells like me?" Jack nodded emphatically, adding his typical waves and flourishes as he
spoke.
"Aye, love, at least it did until it got too soiled te smell like anythin' but dirt." Catherine threw
her head back and laughed. She was her old self again, the self she had not been for an entire year. It
felt good to laugh. Jack also was much more his old self with her than he had been on the open seas
with his ship and crew this last year. He was still crazy, of course, but Catherine put the spring back in
his drunken swagger.
As the couple approached the harbor, a blue jacket came into view, followed by a pair
of red jackets. It was Commodore Norrington on his way to the fort followed by the very same two
soldiers whose acquaintance Jack had made the year before during the Commodore's promotion
ceremony. Norrington was in the process of making a short bow of greeting to Catherine when he
realized in whose company she was traveling. The commodore stood there for a moment with his
mouth hanging open as Jack shouted out a boisterous salutation.
"Commodore! Haven't seen you in a long while, eh mate? Gents?" The two soldiers smiled at
the pirate's cheerful recollection and started to go forward in greeting when Norrington gave them a
sharp look that sent them back to their rigid positions behind him. The Commodore walked forward
slowly, his hands clasped behind his back and an icy disdain in his eyes.
"Well, well, if it isn't Jack Sparrow."
"Captain Jack Sparrow, if ye please."
"Ah yes. I thought we had seen the last of you in Port Royal. Might I inquire as to why you
have decided to," the commodore wrinkled his nose in disgust as he drew close to the pirate, "...grace
us with your presence?" Jack twiddled his beard and glanced sideways at Catherine.
"Well, I, uh..." she shook her head very slightly, "I was just 'ere payin' a visit to some old
friends." Norrington narrowed his eyes distrust as he looked at Sparrow.
"Be that as it may, I am afraid I shall have to take you into custody. You are still a pirate and
are still in violation of the law. Seize him." The two soldiers reluctantly moved towards Jack, who
waved his hands in frustration.
"Not again with this hangin' business, I really'd rather not do that again." As the guards
reached out to grab Jack's arms Catherine stepped forward, knocking their hands away.
"Commodore, you will not lay a hand on this man," she said as she walked right up to
Norrington.
"Oh really, and what authority do you have to stop me?" Norrington was not about to be
stopped by Catherine. He had never been really fond of her, and he was still a little bitter about the
whole affair of a year ago.
"I believe you will find that Captain Sparrow is not here to cause mischief. You will also
discover, should you take him into custody, that my father has gained a new respect for the man who
saved his daughters' lives so many times, and will be quite angry if he his locked up for simply being
here." Catherine glowed with fiery defiance as Jack stood behind her, arms crossed and looking quite
full of himself. "You would very much regret these actions later if my father was to find out, which he
would." Norrington backed away coldly, reluctant to allow such prey to escape again.
"Very well. But I warn you," the commodore said to Jack, "...you are to leave Port Royal
immediately, and if I hear that you have remained here you will find yourself facing a noose." Jack
placed his hands together in mock gratitude and bowed as the commodore and his men continued on
their way. After the soldiers were well out of earshot, Catherine and Jack burst into laughter and ran
down the street towards the harbor and the Pearl.
"Can you believe that man!" Catherine said gaily as she ran. Jack flailed his arms as he trotted
along beside her and suddenly stiffened in imitation of the commodore.
"You are to leave Port Royal before you find yerself facin' a noose," the pirate said mockingly.
"What's he think that'll do, scare me?" He suddenly stopped and waved his hands in front of his face,
pretending to be afraid. "Oh no! Not hanging! Whatever shall I do?" The couple ran on, laughing
hysterically, not slowing until they reached the pier where Cotton was waiting with his parrot and a
rowboat.
"Hello, Mr. Cotton, how are you?" Catherine asked as the old pirate gave her his hand to help
her into the rowboat. The parrot squawked,
"Wind in yer sails, wind in yer sails..." Catherine smiled.
"Glad to hear it."
"Mr. Cotton," Jack said as he took his place in the boat, "Back to the Pearl, I have some news
fer everyone."