Chapter One. Part A.
There came a sudden knock at the large oak door of Turner Manor. Robert, the butler, answered it quickly as usual.
"Hello, Sir. This letter is for Mr. William Turner." The tall, gangly-looking messenger said in a pleasant, friendly tone.
"Thank you, Sir. He'll receive it at once." Robert closed the door and walked into the room at the left, the library.
"Mr. Turner?" Robert looked into the room, waiting for an answer but saw Mr. and Mrs. Turnerr discussing something obviously rather important.
"Yes, Robert?" Will answered in a slow fasion, which was highly unusual. Elizabeth has a displeasing expression on her face as well, which made Robert feel uneasy as to whether he should give Will his letter.
"There's a letter here for you, Sir." Elizabeth took her hand off Will's shoulder and walked over and got it the letter.
"Thank you, that's all." She said, motioning for Robert to leave. She closed the doors behind him.
"This is the last thing we need." Elizabeth sighed, handing Will the letter.
"Why do you say.." Will questioned, until looking down at the letter. The tan envelope was tattered and torn, partially wet and wrinkled, and said To Dear Mr. William Turner on the front. He looked puzzled as to whom would send him a letter in such condition.
Will began to look over the evelope while walking towards the foyer. He opened the doors and started opening the envelope when he thought he heard a faint knock at the front door.
He walked slowly towards it and opened the door a little. His eyes widened to the sight that was in front of him.
"Will, my boy, wonderful to see ye! Don't just stand there 'aven't you ever 'eard of hospitality? Let me in, mate!"
Will swung the door open with an astonishing look.
"Jack."
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"Another rum!" He called across the crowded tavern in Tortuga.
The bartender immediately knew that voice could only belong to one, Jack Sparrow.
"Took you long enough, boy. Run along now, savvy?" Jack's words slurred so much you could hardly understand anything he said.
This was Jack's nightly and daily routine. Go to the tavern and drink rum until he's so loopy he almost passes out but doesn't. But still sane enough to get back to his place of residence. This night was no different.
He hadn't any friends. The only one he knew in Tortuga was Mr. Gibbs and Jack didn't know if he was still on the Pearl or in Tortuga again. He wanted the Pearl back and the only way was to find a crew. But, Jack wasn't really up for adventure these days. All he wanted to do was sit around and drink rum, which all changed until this night.
There came a sudden knock at the large oak door of Turner Manor. Robert, the butler, answered it quickly as usual.
"Hello, Sir. This letter is for Mr. William Turner." The tall, gangly-looking messenger said in a pleasant, friendly tone.
"Thank you, Sir. He'll receive it at once." Robert closed the door and walked into the room at the left, the library.
"Mr. Turner?" Robert looked into the room, waiting for an answer but saw Mr. and Mrs. Turnerr discussing something obviously rather important.
"Yes, Robert?" Will answered in a slow fasion, which was highly unusual. Elizabeth has a displeasing expression on her face as well, which made Robert feel uneasy as to whether he should give Will his letter.
"There's a letter here for you, Sir." Elizabeth took her hand off Will's shoulder and walked over and got it the letter.
"Thank you, that's all." She said, motioning for Robert to leave. She closed the doors behind him.
"This is the last thing we need." Elizabeth sighed, handing Will the letter.
"Why do you say.." Will questioned, until looking down at the letter. The tan envelope was tattered and torn, partially wet and wrinkled, and said To Dear Mr. William Turner on the front. He looked puzzled as to whom would send him a letter in such condition.
Will began to look over the evelope while walking towards the foyer. He opened the doors and started opening the envelope when he thought he heard a faint knock at the front door.
He walked slowly towards it and opened the door a little. His eyes widened to the sight that was in front of him.
"Will, my boy, wonderful to see ye! Don't just stand there 'aven't you ever 'eard of hospitality? Let me in, mate!"
Will swung the door open with an astonishing look.
"Jack."
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"Another rum!" He called across the crowded tavern in Tortuga.
The bartender immediately knew that voice could only belong to one, Jack Sparrow.
"Took you long enough, boy. Run along now, savvy?" Jack's words slurred so much you could hardly understand anything he said.
This was Jack's nightly and daily routine. Go to the tavern and drink rum until he's so loopy he almost passes out but doesn't. But still sane enough to get back to his place of residence. This night was no different.
He hadn't any friends. The only one he knew in Tortuga was Mr. Gibbs and Jack didn't know if he was still on the Pearl or in Tortuga again. He wanted the Pearl back and the only way was to find a crew. But, Jack wasn't really up for adventure these days. All he wanted to do was sit around and drink rum, which all changed until this night.
