Hi again!! I'm back from vacation!!!!! I'm sorry if I wasn't very
descriptive in that last chapter! I was sick when I was writing it, so
please forgive me! Enjoy!
The clear blue sky and the smell of saltwater enchants you as you lean against the side of the Interceptor. Looking down, you feel flecks of the sea slightly spray your face as the cunning ship slices through the glassy surface of the ocean. Port Royale is now nothing but a thin strip in the disatance. An excited knot wells up inside you. Just think of all the adventures that await you! You smile as a beautiful sight of dolphins cascading into the air catches your eye.
"You! Lass!" The rough voice of Captain Jack Sparrow jerks you out of your daydream. You push yourself from the side to turn to your position towards the wheel, where Jack grips it with the utmost importance.
"I didn't bring ye along just so ye could stare off into the 'orizon when there's work that needs doin'! Tighten those ropes near the stern!" Jack commands this without ever taking his eyes off the horizon, but you know that you'd better do what he asks. After all, he does think that you know a lot about sailing! You'd better play the part!
"Uh....OK..." where the hell is the stern??! Craning your memory to many past summers at the lake, you catch a glimpse of a memory that suggests that the stern is at the front. You nervously start to shuffle off towards the front when Jack, still without taking his eyes from the sea, simply states,
"The back, luv. The stern is in the back."
"I know!" you chirp, "I was just, uh, checking to see that everything was in order BEFORE going to the back!" Laughing stupidly to yourself, you quickly head towards the "stern", with the "clumpity-clumping" sound of your feet against the wood adding to the awkwardness that you feel. Sidestepping Will, who is currently kneeling on deck sharpening his sword, you cautiously walk towards a line of ropes that are rooted to the back railing of the ship. 'OK, so I guess I have to tighten them. But how?" you think to yourself. Nervous, yet determined, you grab a line of rope and start to tug. Pulling against it, you hear the sound of one of the large billowy white sails screech a tad higher. Starting to understand the concept, you begin to adjust the others in the line more surely of yourself. With a satisfied smile on your face, you swing around while crossing your arms across your chest, and lean against the back, proud that you helped in someway. After a moment of listening to the mild sea breeze whip through the sails, Jack swings back to look at you, the first time that he has taken his eyes off of the ocean for several minutes, and asks,
"Fer God's sake lass! No wonder you're no longer on your father's ship! A bloody burden you must 'ave been! Heighten the other sails!" you flush, feeling an overwhelming sense of embarrassment wash over you as you scan the deck for more ropes to tighten. Sure enough, they lay on each side of the boat. Gulping quietly you walk to the next set, and begin to tighten them. Pushing your hair out of your eyes as you do so, you hear Will speak for the first time in a while, whilst he still sharpens his sword.
"When I was a lad living in England, my mother raised me by herself. After she died, I came out here, looking for my father." After finishing with yet another set of ropes, you gaze upon Will, who has now ceased his sword sharpening and gazes at Jack expectantly, who once again has lost himself amongst the sea.
"Is that so?" Jack notices that you are having trouble with a new set of ropes, and saunters over to help you pull them from their tight position.
"My father, Will Turner. And in jail it was only after you learned my name that you agreed to help. Since that's what I wanted, I didn't press the matter." Will then impatiently strides over to Jack and continues,
"I'm not a simpleton Jack. You knew my father."
Jack freezes as both of you finally finish with the sails. He finally turns to Will and murmurs,
"I knew 'em. Probably one of the few who knew him as William Turner, everyone else just called Bootstrap or Bootstrap Bill."
Will's eyes cloud with curiosity as he asks,
"Bootstrap?" Sauntering back over to the wheel, Jack rambles,
"Good man, good pirate. I swear you look just like 'im!" Jack adds with a slightly cheerful tone to his deep voice. Will disbelievingly shakes his head and declares,
"It's not true, he was a merchant sailor; a good respectable man who obeyed the law!" Swinging around impatiently, Jack returns,
"He was a bloody pirate! A scallywag!" You gasp and flinch slightly as Will quickly brandishes his sword and talks loudly, as if speaking to a crowded room, although you and Jack are the only ones within earshot,
"My father...was NOT a pirate!" Your eyes widen in fear as you realize the seriousness in Will's deep black eyes. Unafraid of Will's ferocity, Jack replies in a voice similar to that of a parent correcting their child,
"Put it away son....It's not worth you getting beat again."
"You didn't beat me; you ignored the rules of engagement. In a fair fight I'd kill you!" Will returns with even more rage to his voice than before. Swinging back around, Jack taunts,
"Then that's no incentive for me to fight fair then, is it?" And with that Jack jerks the wheel to the right, causing the largest sail to shift in position, which in return, causes the long yard to swing across the deck.
"Watch out Will!" you warn as you duck the yard that misses your head by mere centimeters. But before Will can question your warning, however, he is caught by the yard and flung over the side of the ship, gripping to it for dear life.
"Now as long as you're just hanging there, pay attention!" Jack casually picks up Will's dropped sword and gestures with it as he speaks,
"The only rules that really matter are these: what a man can do and what a man can't do. For instance-you can accept that your father was a pirate and a good man or you can't. But pirate is in your blood, boy, so you'll have to square with that someday. And me for example, I can let ye drown....but Violet an' I can't bring this ship into Tortuga all by our onsies, savvy? So...." Jack quickly takes hold of the wheel once more and allows Will to swing back onto the deck. Walking over to Will, still lying on deck, Jack flips over the sword so that the handle is offered to him. "Can you sail under the command of a pirate...or can ye not?" Will warily takes the sword and asks quietly,
'Tortuga?"
"Tortuga!" Jack replies, smiling his gold-toothed smile at both you and Will. Oooooh goodie! Tortuga!
I know, I know, this was a really short chapter! However I'm going to write more within 46 hrs so you're actually going to get more than usual! Please don't forget to review. I'd feel stupid if I kept writing and nobody was reading this anymore!
The clear blue sky and the smell of saltwater enchants you as you lean against the side of the Interceptor. Looking down, you feel flecks of the sea slightly spray your face as the cunning ship slices through the glassy surface of the ocean. Port Royale is now nothing but a thin strip in the disatance. An excited knot wells up inside you. Just think of all the adventures that await you! You smile as a beautiful sight of dolphins cascading into the air catches your eye.
"You! Lass!" The rough voice of Captain Jack Sparrow jerks you out of your daydream. You push yourself from the side to turn to your position towards the wheel, where Jack grips it with the utmost importance.
"I didn't bring ye along just so ye could stare off into the 'orizon when there's work that needs doin'! Tighten those ropes near the stern!" Jack commands this without ever taking his eyes off the horizon, but you know that you'd better do what he asks. After all, he does think that you know a lot about sailing! You'd better play the part!
"Uh....OK..." where the hell is the stern??! Craning your memory to many past summers at the lake, you catch a glimpse of a memory that suggests that the stern is at the front. You nervously start to shuffle off towards the front when Jack, still without taking his eyes from the sea, simply states,
"The back, luv. The stern is in the back."
"I know!" you chirp, "I was just, uh, checking to see that everything was in order BEFORE going to the back!" Laughing stupidly to yourself, you quickly head towards the "stern", with the "clumpity-clumping" sound of your feet against the wood adding to the awkwardness that you feel. Sidestepping Will, who is currently kneeling on deck sharpening his sword, you cautiously walk towards a line of ropes that are rooted to the back railing of the ship. 'OK, so I guess I have to tighten them. But how?" you think to yourself. Nervous, yet determined, you grab a line of rope and start to tug. Pulling against it, you hear the sound of one of the large billowy white sails screech a tad higher. Starting to understand the concept, you begin to adjust the others in the line more surely of yourself. With a satisfied smile on your face, you swing around while crossing your arms across your chest, and lean against the back, proud that you helped in someway. After a moment of listening to the mild sea breeze whip through the sails, Jack swings back to look at you, the first time that he has taken his eyes off of the ocean for several minutes, and asks,
"Fer God's sake lass! No wonder you're no longer on your father's ship! A bloody burden you must 'ave been! Heighten the other sails!" you flush, feeling an overwhelming sense of embarrassment wash over you as you scan the deck for more ropes to tighten. Sure enough, they lay on each side of the boat. Gulping quietly you walk to the next set, and begin to tighten them. Pushing your hair out of your eyes as you do so, you hear Will speak for the first time in a while, whilst he still sharpens his sword.
"When I was a lad living in England, my mother raised me by herself. After she died, I came out here, looking for my father." After finishing with yet another set of ropes, you gaze upon Will, who has now ceased his sword sharpening and gazes at Jack expectantly, who once again has lost himself amongst the sea.
"Is that so?" Jack notices that you are having trouble with a new set of ropes, and saunters over to help you pull them from their tight position.
"My father, Will Turner. And in jail it was only after you learned my name that you agreed to help. Since that's what I wanted, I didn't press the matter." Will then impatiently strides over to Jack and continues,
"I'm not a simpleton Jack. You knew my father."
Jack freezes as both of you finally finish with the sails. He finally turns to Will and murmurs,
"I knew 'em. Probably one of the few who knew him as William Turner, everyone else just called Bootstrap or Bootstrap Bill."
Will's eyes cloud with curiosity as he asks,
"Bootstrap?" Sauntering back over to the wheel, Jack rambles,
"Good man, good pirate. I swear you look just like 'im!" Jack adds with a slightly cheerful tone to his deep voice. Will disbelievingly shakes his head and declares,
"It's not true, he was a merchant sailor; a good respectable man who obeyed the law!" Swinging around impatiently, Jack returns,
"He was a bloody pirate! A scallywag!" You gasp and flinch slightly as Will quickly brandishes his sword and talks loudly, as if speaking to a crowded room, although you and Jack are the only ones within earshot,
"My father...was NOT a pirate!" Your eyes widen in fear as you realize the seriousness in Will's deep black eyes. Unafraid of Will's ferocity, Jack replies in a voice similar to that of a parent correcting their child,
"Put it away son....It's not worth you getting beat again."
"You didn't beat me; you ignored the rules of engagement. In a fair fight I'd kill you!" Will returns with even more rage to his voice than before. Swinging back around, Jack taunts,
"Then that's no incentive for me to fight fair then, is it?" And with that Jack jerks the wheel to the right, causing the largest sail to shift in position, which in return, causes the long yard to swing across the deck.
"Watch out Will!" you warn as you duck the yard that misses your head by mere centimeters. But before Will can question your warning, however, he is caught by the yard and flung over the side of the ship, gripping to it for dear life.
"Now as long as you're just hanging there, pay attention!" Jack casually picks up Will's dropped sword and gestures with it as he speaks,
"The only rules that really matter are these: what a man can do and what a man can't do. For instance-you can accept that your father was a pirate and a good man or you can't. But pirate is in your blood, boy, so you'll have to square with that someday. And me for example, I can let ye drown....but Violet an' I can't bring this ship into Tortuga all by our onsies, savvy? So...." Jack quickly takes hold of the wheel once more and allows Will to swing back onto the deck. Walking over to Will, still lying on deck, Jack flips over the sword so that the handle is offered to him. "Can you sail under the command of a pirate...or can ye not?" Will warily takes the sword and asks quietly,
'Tortuga?"
"Tortuga!" Jack replies, smiling his gold-toothed smile at both you and Will. Oooooh goodie! Tortuga!
I know, I know, this was a really short chapter! However I'm going to write more within 46 hrs so you're actually going to get more than usual! Please don't forget to review. I'd feel stupid if I kept writing and nobody was reading this anymore!