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I was born the son of a legend. My mother died while giving birth to me so I never really knew her. Captain Jack Sparrow was called many things in his life...I called him Dad. After I was born, my father didn't think it would be safe for me to grow up on his boat, a newborn baby wouldn't last long out on the sea. So my father did the one thing he could think of, he sent me to be raised by William and Elizabeth Turner. I grew up with a good knowledge as to who I was, and who my father was. He'd come to visit me whenever 'The Black Pearl' was near Port Royal and my father could manage to make his way here without being caught. I remember always having a great deal of respect for my dad...he was my idol. Living with Elizabeth and William had been pretty nice, clean clothes, fresh food, a room to myself, but I found that I absolutely despised any and every rule. My favorite part of living with the Turners was probably Abigail, I called her Abby. She was their daughter and my best friend. She was the same age as me, only two months younger. We grew up together and we were practically inseparable. I lived with them for 13 years, even though I longed to be out on the sea with my dad. I would often pretend I was a pirate and I was sailing away to a destination unknown. I wanted to be a part of my fathers crew, to watch the 'Black Pearl' sail through the sea in all her glory. On my 13th birthday, my wish came true. I remember the day vividly, as if it had only happened yesterday. My dad came in early that morning, as a surprise for me. I'd noticed the miserable looks on Mister and Misses Turners faces, but I paid it no mind. I figured that this would be like every other visit. My dad would come, we'd spend the day together and then he'd take off again. I hated it when he left. But this time it was different. My father brought me a present and I opened it the second I was told I could. Inside of the small package was a medallion. It was pure gold and I gently touched it before looking up at my father excitedly. I remembered hoping it meant what I'd thought it meant. I opened the remainder of my presents. I got a sword from Mr. Turner and a journal from Mrs. Turner. Abby had been uncharacteristically distant and rather down that day, it seemed that she knew what was coming. After we ate cake My dad told me to go to bed, pack my things so that I would be ready to leave early the next morning. I was so shocked that I just kind of stood there for a moment with my mouth opened wide. I came to my senses after a moment and could not help but smile as I ran up the stairs. I was quickly throwing my clothes into a bag when I heard a soft knock on my door. I looked up to see a teary eyed Abby standing timidly in my doorway. I stopped what I was doing and stood up walking closer to her. I asked her what was wrong. She looked up at me, her lip trembling. She told me that she didn't want me to go, that she would miss me too much. I could feel a pang in my chest at her words. I told her how much it meant to me, that it was my dream to sail with my father, be a pirate just like him. Tears started to seep out of her brown eyes and I wiped them away for her as I pulled her into a hug. I promised her that I would come back and that she would be in my thoughts every day. We just kind of stood there in the doorway embracing each other. Finally once she had calmed herself she pulled away and gave me a small smile. She pulled a small box out of her pocket and wished me a happy birthday. I opened the box slowly and was surprised at what I found. It was a small silver ring with a simple design, and a diamond in the center. It was Abby's favorite. She'd put it on a silver chain since it was too small to fit on my finger. I pulled her into another hug and kissed her cheek. I told her I'd never take it off...I've kept my word. The next morning My father and I left before the sun rose and I was quickly introduced to the crew. My dad taught me everything he knew and I could see the pride in his eyes when I did something right. I loved every moment of being a pirate and quickly forgot most of my old life...except for Abby, I would never forget her. We spent 4 years sailing around finding treasure and adventure at every turn. People often commented on how much I looked like my father and I didn't disagree. My hair was the same color and only slightly shorter, I had hit my growth spurt and was now an inch taller then my father. The biggest difference between the two of us was our eyes. His were dark brown where mine were baby blue. I supposed I got my eyes from my mother. Today I was informed by my father that we would be returning to Port Royal to pay a visit to the Turners. It will take us three days to get there, but I can tell that it will seem like an eternity.
I was born the son of a legend. My mother died while giving birth to me so I never really knew her. Captain Jack Sparrow was called many things in his life...I called him Dad. After I was born, my father didn't think it would be safe for me to grow up on his boat, a newborn baby wouldn't last long out on the sea. So my father did the one thing he could think of, he sent me to be raised by William and Elizabeth Turner. I grew up with a good knowledge as to who I was, and who my father was. He'd come to visit me whenever 'The Black Pearl' was near Port Royal and my father could manage to make his way here without being caught. I remember always having a great deal of respect for my dad...he was my idol. Living with Elizabeth and William had been pretty nice, clean clothes, fresh food, a room to myself, but I found that I absolutely despised any and every rule. My favorite part of living with the Turners was probably Abigail, I called her Abby. She was their daughter and my best friend. She was the same age as me, only two months younger. We grew up together and we were practically inseparable. I lived with them for 13 years, even though I longed to be out on the sea with my dad. I would often pretend I was a pirate and I was sailing away to a destination unknown. I wanted to be a part of my fathers crew, to watch the 'Black Pearl' sail through the sea in all her glory. On my 13th birthday, my wish came true. I remember the day vividly, as if it had only happened yesterday. My dad came in early that morning, as a surprise for me. I'd noticed the miserable looks on Mister and Misses Turners faces, but I paid it no mind. I figured that this would be like every other visit. My dad would come, we'd spend the day together and then he'd take off again. I hated it when he left. But this time it was different. My father brought me a present and I opened it the second I was told I could. Inside of the small package was a medallion. It was pure gold and I gently touched it before looking up at my father excitedly. I remembered hoping it meant what I'd thought it meant. I opened the remainder of my presents. I got a sword from Mr. Turner and a journal from Mrs. Turner. Abby had been uncharacteristically distant and rather down that day, it seemed that she knew what was coming. After we ate cake My dad told me to go to bed, pack my things so that I would be ready to leave early the next morning. I was so shocked that I just kind of stood there for a moment with my mouth opened wide. I came to my senses after a moment and could not help but smile as I ran up the stairs. I was quickly throwing my clothes into a bag when I heard a soft knock on my door. I looked up to see a teary eyed Abby standing timidly in my doorway. I stopped what I was doing and stood up walking closer to her. I asked her what was wrong. She looked up at me, her lip trembling. She told me that she didn't want me to go, that she would miss me too much. I could feel a pang in my chest at her words. I told her how much it meant to me, that it was my dream to sail with my father, be a pirate just like him. Tears started to seep out of her brown eyes and I wiped them away for her as I pulled her into a hug. I promised her that I would come back and that she would be in my thoughts every day. We just kind of stood there in the doorway embracing each other. Finally once she had calmed herself she pulled away and gave me a small smile. She pulled a small box out of her pocket and wished me a happy birthday. I opened the box slowly and was surprised at what I found. It was a small silver ring with a simple design, and a diamond in the center. It was Abby's favorite. She'd put it on a silver chain since it was too small to fit on my finger. I pulled her into another hug and kissed her cheek. I told her I'd never take it off...I've kept my word. The next morning My father and I left before the sun rose and I was quickly introduced to the crew. My dad taught me everything he knew and I could see the pride in his eyes when I did something right. I loved every moment of being a pirate and quickly forgot most of my old life...except for Abby, I would never forget her. We spent 4 years sailing around finding treasure and adventure at every turn. People often commented on how much I looked like my father and I didn't disagree. My hair was the same color and only slightly shorter, I had hit my growth spurt and was now an inch taller then my father. The biggest difference between the two of us was our eyes. His were dark brown where mine were baby blue. I supposed I got my eyes from my mother. Today I was informed by my father that we would be returning to Port Royal to pay a visit to the Turners. It will take us three days to get there, but I can tell that it will seem like an eternity.