Captain Jack Sparrow looked out from his post at the helm, catching sight
of the land he was headed for. His crew was busy getting ready for the
trip ashore. Jack himself was planning on giving his old friend Will
Turner a surprise visit, but would have to wait until nightfall, to avoid
the risk of being seen. He had yet again managed to escape Port Royal
without being seen, but he could not trust to hope again. He wanted to
make a quick visit, make sure his daughter was happy, and set off again.
The night came and at the opposite shore, farthest from Port Royal, Captain
Jack Sparrow took off with only one companion: Anamaria. She insisted that
she would come with him, mostly because if he got drunk, as he was prone to
do in the city, at least someone would be able to take care of him. Jack
reluctantly complied.
"You will meet us in Port Royal at dawn in four days," Jack ordered. "If we're lucky, yet again, we'll be back into the Caribbean in no time." With that, the two made their way through the countryside.
*********
Devin looked out upon the busy street. Watching the movement of the people somewhat eased her fury at the Turner children. It was only noon, and she knew that Master Will would be in the fencing room shortly. She smiled as she moved from the window and made her way to the fencing room.
She was already dressed when he came in. It was then when she saw how regal, how commanding he looked. From far away, at least. He came up to her and sneered.
"Ready for another lesson then?" he said. He took what he needed and dressed. He was ready to teach this cretin who is worthy of his time, and it wasn't her. When he was ready, they saluted and began.
This bout was much more fierce. Instead of the usual line, they moved around in circles, shuffling in different directions. Soon, all danger forgotten, both of the masks were off before a touch was scored.
Devin was waiting. She had watched his lessons since he began. She knew how he'd react. She had the upper hand. All it took for her victory was a quick parry in two and a remise. She became aware of the sweat on his face, and decided to play with him.
"I see you're already tired," she said, smiling. He swung at her thrice times, in which she dodged.
"You would be talking, girl," the last word he spat out, as if it were a curse. "What, no more words to bandy with?" He was now getting to her. Her brilliant plan was working against her. She kept her temper for a little bit longer, however.
"I'm sure you would know how I felt, which is why I pointed it out," she replied simply, dodging more swipes at her head and shoulders. It was his turn to be angry again.
"At least I was born into a society where I am accepted, where my parents are accepted," he said, grinning, figuring that this would set her off. He was right, to a point. Devin was greatly annoyed, as he knew full well what his paternal grandfather was, but she was too smart to say anything. She saw him as he went through his own repertoire, and knew that the last shot was coming.
She shook beads of sweat away, not daring to move her hand. He came at her, his blade searching for hers in six. She smiled, knowing the blow was here. She disengaged in a complete circle, and when she felt pressure on the blade, she immediately raised her wrist to her forehead, pointing the tip into his stomach. She laughed as she felt her blade bend. She retreated quickly, her face serious now, trying not to provoke him. He took his mask off and reluctantly saluted. When they undressed, he threw his garments at her.
"Put these in the wash," he said severely, and stalked out. Devin grinned to herself yet again, and happily went down to the laundry room.
********* Jack was glad that they had made good time through the country. As he ate with Anamaria, he thought of tomorrow night when his mind would be put at ease about his daughter. Anamaria seemed to sense her captain's worry.
"I'm sure she's fine," she said, trying to soothe his anxiety. It was never good when Captain Jack Sparrow was anxious. Anamaria thought about the night she left the little babe on the Turner doorstep. "She's bound to be very bonnie, just like her mother." The last part sounded far away, but Jack did not seem to notice. They fell silent and night came fully upon them.
The next morning they set out again in high hopes of making it into Port Royal that night. The mere thought was the only thing that sustained Jack through the entire day, for he did not eat, nor did he even drink. The day went by with little stopping. Anamaria was out of breath by noon, so Jack reluctantly stopped for a half hour. He could barely wait for six more hours, when they would be in the house of Mr. Will Turner.
But Jack was anxious to get to Port Royal for a different reason then he knew Anamaria thought he was. True, he cared for his daughter and wished her all the happiness in the world, but news had reached his ears that his crew did not see, and he was worried. Not only that, he was anxious to see how she had grown. He thought of what he was like at sixteen, and he had seen signs of his very own eccentric character in Devin. He shook his head, his thoughts racing.
After making it into the port, Jack and Anamaria soon called upon the help of the drunks to locate where Will's estate was. They found it without too much trouble. They climbed up a conveniently placed vine plant up to a third floor balcony. Jack jumped onto it first, to make sure there was no one there. Seeing the room deserted, he motioned for Anamaria to follow him. They made it out without meeting anyone, but as they left the accommodations, they met Will and Elizabeth's daughter, Aria. One look at them and she screamed. The sounds of footsteps were heard instantaneously, from guards or servants, Jack didn't know.
They didn't have time to react. Men were on them, and pulled their arms behind them. A boy brought up the rear of the first group. Jack looked at him and did a double take. "Will! Is it me, or have you grown! You look just like your father!" The boy didn't say anything for a second, thoroughly confused, but at that moment, a girl in a torn maroon skirt with white tunic under came up the stairs. One look at the group told her all she needed to know.
"Mr. Turner!" she yelled. "We have some visitors. Nothing to be alarmed about." The girl turned back to the people as Mr. Turner himself came upstairs, obviously not believing the girl. However, when he saw who was captive, he motioned for the men to let them go.
"Captain Jack Sparrow!" he exclaimed. "I didn't expect to see you here." Jack grinned.
"Aye, I thought I'd come to visit my daughter," he replied. "Savvy?" Devin grinned at this remark and embraced her father. "You've grown! Who said you could do that?" She laughed. Jack turned to Anamaria. "And this, is one of my crew, Anamaria." The two shook hands.
"You certainly have grown," the woman noted. "Of course, the last time I saw you, you was a child." With that, the group went down to refresh the would-be trespassers.
A/N: Well, this seems to be a good stopping point right now. As always, read and review! Get ready for the next chapter!
"You will meet us in Port Royal at dawn in four days," Jack ordered. "If we're lucky, yet again, we'll be back into the Caribbean in no time." With that, the two made their way through the countryside.
*********
Devin looked out upon the busy street. Watching the movement of the people somewhat eased her fury at the Turner children. It was only noon, and she knew that Master Will would be in the fencing room shortly. She smiled as she moved from the window and made her way to the fencing room.
She was already dressed when he came in. It was then when she saw how regal, how commanding he looked. From far away, at least. He came up to her and sneered.
"Ready for another lesson then?" he said. He took what he needed and dressed. He was ready to teach this cretin who is worthy of his time, and it wasn't her. When he was ready, they saluted and began.
This bout was much more fierce. Instead of the usual line, they moved around in circles, shuffling in different directions. Soon, all danger forgotten, both of the masks were off before a touch was scored.
Devin was waiting. She had watched his lessons since he began. She knew how he'd react. She had the upper hand. All it took for her victory was a quick parry in two and a remise. She became aware of the sweat on his face, and decided to play with him.
"I see you're already tired," she said, smiling. He swung at her thrice times, in which she dodged.
"You would be talking, girl," the last word he spat out, as if it were a curse. "What, no more words to bandy with?" He was now getting to her. Her brilliant plan was working against her. She kept her temper for a little bit longer, however.
"I'm sure you would know how I felt, which is why I pointed it out," she replied simply, dodging more swipes at her head and shoulders. It was his turn to be angry again.
"At least I was born into a society where I am accepted, where my parents are accepted," he said, grinning, figuring that this would set her off. He was right, to a point. Devin was greatly annoyed, as he knew full well what his paternal grandfather was, but she was too smart to say anything. She saw him as he went through his own repertoire, and knew that the last shot was coming.
She shook beads of sweat away, not daring to move her hand. He came at her, his blade searching for hers in six. She smiled, knowing the blow was here. She disengaged in a complete circle, and when she felt pressure on the blade, she immediately raised her wrist to her forehead, pointing the tip into his stomach. She laughed as she felt her blade bend. She retreated quickly, her face serious now, trying not to provoke him. He took his mask off and reluctantly saluted. When they undressed, he threw his garments at her.
"Put these in the wash," he said severely, and stalked out. Devin grinned to herself yet again, and happily went down to the laundry room.
********* Jack was glad that they had made good time through the country. As he ate with Anamaria, he thought of tomorrow night when his mind would be put at ease about his daughter. Anamaria seemed to sense her captain's worry.
"I'm sure she's fine," she said, trying to soothe his anxiety. It was never good when Captain Jack Sparrow was anxious. Anamaria thought about the night she left the little babe on the Turner doorstep. "She's bound to be very bonnie, just like her mother." The last part sounded far away, but Jack did not seem to notice. They fell silent and night came fully upon them.
The next morning they set out again in high hopes of making it into Port Royal that night. The mere thought was the only thing that sustained Jack through the entire day, for he did not eat, nor did he even drink. The day went by with little stopping. Anamaria was out of breath by noon, so Jack reluctantly stopped for a half hour. He could barely wait for six more hours, when they would be in the house of Mr. Will Turner.
But Jack was anxious to get to Port Royal for a different reason then he knew Anamaria thought he was. True, he cared for his daughter and wished her all the happiness in the world, but news had reached his ears that his crew did not see, and he was worried. Not only that, he was anxious to see how she had grown. He thought of what he was like at sixteen, and he had seen signs of his very own eccentric character in Devin. He shook his head, his thoughts racing.
After making it into the port, Jack and Anamaria soon called upon the help of the drunks to locate where Will's estate was. They found it without too much trouble. They climbed up a conveniently placed vine plant up to a third floor balcony. Jack jumped onto it first, to make sure there was no one there. Seeing the room deserted, he motioned for Anamaria to follow him. They made it out without meeting anyone, but as they left the accommodations, they met Will and Elizabeth's daughter, Aria. One look at them and she screamed. The sounds of footsteps were heard instantaneously, from guards or servants, Jack didn't know.
They didn't have time to react. Men were on them, and pulled their arms behind them. A boy brought up the rear of the first group. Jack looked at him and did a double take. "Will! Is it me, or have you grown! You look just like your father!" The boy didn't say anything for a second, thoroughly confused, but at that moment, a girl in a torn maroon skirt with white tunic under came up the stairs. One look at the group told her all she needed to know.
"Mr. Turner!" she yelled. "We have some visitors. Nothing to be alarmed about." The girl turned back to the people as Mr. Turner himself came upstairs, obviously not believing the girl. However, when he saw who was captive, he motioned for the men to let them go.
"Captain Jack Sparrow!" he exclaimed. "I didn't expect to see you here." Jack grinned.
"Aye, I thought I'd come to visit my daughter," he replied. "Savvy?" Devin grinned at this remark and embraced her father. "You've grown! Who said you could do that?" She laughed. Jack turned to Anamaria. "And this, is one of my crew, Anamaria." The two shook hands.
"You certainly have grown," the woman noted. "Of course, the last time I saw you, you was a child." With that, the group went down to refresh the would-be trespassers.
A/N: Well, this seems to be a good stopping point right now. As always, read and review! Get ready for the next chapter!