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Jack laughed doubtfully. "No. That was a nice try, but you forget one thing, and that would be the fact that Bootstrap didn't have any siblings." He smiled.
"Ah, no, that's just what you and everyone else who knew him thought. But, you see, Jack... He had a brother."
"No, he didn't." Jack laughed nervously, hardly daring to believe his ears.
She smiled. "Yes, he did. My father-Samuel Turner. He was more commonly referred to as Sam."
Jack had stopped pretending altogether now. He could tell Jessi was telling the truth.
"Bootstrap is my uncle, Jack. You wonder why I never told you my last name? I'm a Turner. I figured you may have known him and made the connection."
"You figured right, lass..." Jack paused. "Hang on, now. Why aren't you a pirate as well?"
She paused and laughed sarcastically after a moment. "See, while William was a brave, adventurous man, my father was a pompous, cowardly moron, who wanted absolutely nothing to do with pirates... Probably why Bootstrap never mentioned him. So he moved here and met my mother, who died while giving birth to me. My dear old dad died when I was about twelve. He died from a, um..." She eyed Jack warily. "From an alcohol overdose..."
Jack glanced at her sharply. "And you work at a bar..."
She shrugged. "If it wasn't for the drink, my good-for-nothing father would still be here, and who knows? I might feel the same way about pirates he did."
"And just how do you feel about pirates, Jessi?" He smiled.
She sighed. "Okay, I'll say it. Some of them are black-hearted scoundrels who take joy in killing and stealing. But others... Well, they can be quite wonderful..." She looked at Jack, blushing a little.
The captain didn't take the hint. "Aye, but we black-hearted pirates are, by far, the most fun." He grinned and took a large swig of rum. "So, why is it that you want to come, exactly?"
"Well, look at this place. I've lived here my entire life. Do you really need any more reason than that?"
"Nah, that's good." Jack smiled. "But, I'm afraid without dear William's consent, you're still not coming."
"His consent, Jack?" She said, shocked. "He hardly even knows me! I doubt he's even seen me that he can remember!"
"Ah, now that might be a problem..." said Jack.
"And why is that?"
"You see, he's not one to trust people without cause."
"And that's why you're going to give him cause..."
Jack paused.
Jessi merely smiled back at him. "Savvy?"
At this, a grin spread across Jack's face. "Aye, lass... Savvy."
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Jack laughed doubtfully. "No. That was a nice try, but you forget one thing, and that would be the fact that Bootstrap didn't have any siblings." He smiled.
"Ah, no, that's just what you and everyone else who knew him thought. But, you see, Jack... He had a brother."
"No, he didn't." Jack laughed nervously, hardly daring to believe his ears.
She smiled. "Yes, he did. My father-Samuel Turner. He was more commonly referred to as Sam."
Jack had stopped pretending altogether now. He could tell Jessi was telling the truth.
"Bootstrap is my uncle, Jack. You wonder why I never told you my last name? I'm a Turner. I figured you may have known him and made the connection."
"You figured right, lass..." Jack paused. "Hang on, now. Why aren't you a pirate as well?"
She paused and laughed sarcastically after a moment. "See, while William was a brave, adventurous man, my father was a pompous, cowardly moron, who wanted absolutely nothing to do with pirates... Probably why Bootstrap never mentioned him. So he moved here and met my mother, who died while giving birth to me. My dear old dad died when I was about twelve. He died from a, um..." She eyed Jack warily. "From an alcohol overdose..."
Jack glanced at her sharply. "And you work at a bar..."
She shrugged. "If it wasn't for the drink, my good-for-nothing father would still be here, and who knows? I might feel the same way about pirates he did."
"And just how do you feel about pirates, Jessi?" He smiled.
She sighed. "Okay, I'll say it. Some of them are black-hearted scoundrels who take joy in killing and stealing. But others... Well, they can be quite wonderful..." She looked at Jack, blushing a little.
The captain didn't take the hint. "Aye, but we black-hearted pirates are, by far, the most fun." He grinned and took a large swig of rum. "So, why is it that you want to come, exactly?"
"Well, look at this place. I've lived here my entire life. Do you really need any more reason than that?"
"Nah, that's good." Jack smiled. "But, I'm afraid without dear William's consent, you're still not coming."
"His consent, Jack?" She said, shocked. "He hardly even knows me! I doubt he's even seen me that he can remember!"
"Ah, now that might be a problem..." said Jack.
"And why is that?"
"You see, he's not one to trust people without cause."
"And that's why you're going to give him cause..."
Jack paused.
Jessi merely smiled back at him. "Savvy?"
At this, a grin spread across Jack's face. "Aye, lass... Savvy."
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