Yay next chapter. Thanks to everyone who reviewd. I TOLD you I'd hurry up with the next chapter. =P
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The air was thick in Port Royale as the sun began to rise over the neighboring mountains. Thick enough to cut with a rather fine sword, as Captain Jack Sparrow would say, as he kneeled behind a stone statue that stood beside the blacksmith's shop. A quick movement and he was hidden from view as peasant women slowly began to leak out of their homes to feed their crowds of chickens, children, and husbands. Jack winced slightly as he slowly stretched out his legs. The price for not being caught where he was most wanted meant very sore legs from kneeling behind bloody statues for long amounts of time.
He plucked his hat off of his head, and laid it in his lap as he remembered the child he'd seen in the Turner's window last night. She definately had his features; high cheekbones, prominant nose, and those eyes. The child's eyes were darker than the kohl he smeared around his own. They had locked eyes for a brief few seconds, and he was stunned, not only by her eyes, but by her hair. Her auburn red curls matched her mother's exactly.
"Captain Jack Sparrow proven wrong by a lowly barwench," he mused quietly to himself. He could remember that night profusely, only because something had actually come out of it. And she was living at the top of the highest hill in Port Royale.
He had gotten rather drunk off a swig too many of his favorite brand of rum, when this pretty little redheaded wench sat herself neatly into his lap. Needless to say, there happened to be one extra room open that night in the pub, and it was one of the most memorable nights with a bar wench he could remember. He hadn't known she was pregnant until about five years afterward when he frequented the same bar, and she attacked him with a loose plank of wood. Actually, make that a loose plank of wood with a lot of bloody nails stuck in the end. Jack's bottom still hurt at the memory.
Jack cursed silenty as the streets began to get more crowded, and he hoped this feeble statue was enough to keep him from being sent to the gallows. He gave a precarious glance at a mangy stray dog that had sniffed it's way to the base of the statue, obviously smelling his unfamiliar pirate stench. The curious dog caught his gaze and backed away slowly, before retreating to his home somewhere across town.
"And if your mother doesn't find out, I'll teach you how to hold one of daddy's swords, okay? But only if you promise to be careful."
"I promise!"
Jack peered cautiously around the statue to see none other than his old friend William Turner walk down the stone steps, hand-in-hand with the child he had seen in their window. He fumbled in his belt and pulled out Gibbs' rum flask and took a good swig. He was going to need all the help he could get if he was going to do this. He had heard Will call the child Caroline...what a perfectly respectable wealthy name for a female. But Jack of course was not a perfectly respectable wealthy man.
Jack slipped out from his hiding place as soon as an old wooden cart rolled by and he slipped noiselessly into the blacksmith's shop. The place was dark, and heavily shadowed so therefore Will and Caroline didn't notice him as he entered. Jack was careful not to trip over any tools as he made his way along the wall. The shop smelled strongly of ash and metal, as Jack quickly noticed, also the almost unbearable heat, as he tuged a little at his shirt collar. The infamous donkey he had run into when he first met Will was still there, tied to the post, stamping it's hooves every so often.
"Cari, hon, get daddy that hammer hanging on the wall by the door?"
Jack froze as Caroline nodded and skipped across the hay-littered floor and brushed against Jack's coat as her hand went to grab the hammer off the peg. Her body froze as she spotted the man standing there and nearly let out a scream, but Jack's dirty hand clamped across her face before she could utter anything. Her leg, however, was not restrained and connected right square to Jack's groin. Jack let out a loud groan of pain as he doubled over, letting go of Caroline as she ran back to her father.
"You!" The sound of a pistol cocking caught Jack's attention as he looked up and found Will pointing an expensive looking pistol at his head. "Who are you, and what business do you have with my daughter?"
Jack knew Will could only see his silhouette for he was still very well concealed in the shadows. Caroline stared at him from behind her father with an awestruck look. She had recognized him as the mystery man she had seen from the night before on her parents' property.
"Answer me!" Will was getting testy and if Jack didn't do something quickly he was going to get a bullet where it mattered. Jack coughed slightly and stood upright, holding his hands up in means of surrender.
"She's not yer daughter, mate," he answered simply, but that didn't seem to ease Will at the slightest. That was, until he recognized the voice that came from the shadowed man. His gun arm lowered a bit and he stepped closer, careful, in case it wasn't who he thought it was. Caroline stared at her father curiously and tugged on his work apron.
"Daddy, what are you doing? He's the bad guy! He's gonna kill you!" Will quieted his daughter, reassuring her that it was alright.
"Jack Sparrow, it sure has been awhile," Will holstered the pistol and smiled as his friend stepped out of the shadows, lowering his arms. Will noticed his pirate friend had aged a little in the past years; traces of gray could be seen in his matted hair and a few more lines were traces along the edges of his eyes. Yet the trademark kohl was still smeared around his eyes.
"Captain Jack Sparrow, mate, you keep forgetting." Jack winked, and bent down to Caroline's level, but she backed away and hid behind Will. Will suddenly remembered, and gave a confused look to Jack.
"What did you mean...when you said she wasn't my daughter?"
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Eh...I rushed at the end. You could say I got lazy. Reviews keep me writing!
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The air was thick in Port Royale as the sun began to rise over the neighboring mountains. Thick enough to cut with a rather fine sword, as Captain Jack Sparrow would say, as he kneeled behind a stone statue that stood beside the blacksmith's shop. A quick movement and he was hidden from view as peasant women slowly began to leak out of their homes to feed their crowds of chickens, children, and husbands. Jack winced slightly as he slowly stretched out his legs. The price for not being caught where he was most wanted meant very sore legs from kneeling behind bloody statues for long amounts of time.
He plucked his hat off of his head, and laid it in his lap as he remembered the child he'd seen in the Turner's window last night. She definately had his features; high cheekbones, prominant nose, and those eyes. The child's eyes were darker than the kohl he smeared around his own. They had locked eyes for a brief few seconds, and he was stunned, not only by her eyes, but by her hair. Her auburn red curls matched her mother's exactly.
"Captain Jack Sparrow proven wrong by a lowly barwench," he mused quietly to himself. He could remember that night profusely, only because something had actually come out of it. And she was living at the top of the highest hill in Port Royale.
He had gotten rather drunk off a swig too many of his favorite brand of rum, when this pretty little redheaded wench sat herself neatly into his lap. Needless to say, there happened to be one extra room open that night in the pub, and it was one of the most memorable nights with a bar wench he could remember. He hadn't known she was pregnant until about five years afterward when he frequented the same bar, and she attacked him with a loose plank of wood. Actually, make that a loose plank of wood with a lot of bloody nails stuck in the end. Jack's bottom still hurt at the memory.
Jack cursed silenty as the streets began to get more crowded, and he hoped this feeble statue was enough to keep him from being sent to the gallows. He gave a precarious glance at a mangy stray dog that had sniffed it's way to the base of the statue, obviously smelling his unfamiliar pirate stench. The curious dog caught his gaze and backed away slowly, before retreating to his home somewhere across town.
"And if your mother doesn't find out, I'll teach you how to hold one of daddy's swords, okay? But only if you promise to be careful."
"I promise!"
Jack peered cautiously around the statue to see none other than his old friend William Turner walk down the stone steps, hand-in-hand with the child he had seen in their window. He fumbled in his belt and pulled out Gibbs' rum flask and took a good swig. He was going to need all the help he could get if he was going to do this. He had heard Will call the child Caroline...what a perfectly respectable wealthy name for a female. But Jack of course was not a perfectly respectable wealthy man.
Jack slipped out from his hiding place as soon as an old wooden cart rolled by and he slipped noiselessly into the blacksmith's shop. The place was dark, and heavily shadowed so therefore Will and Caroline didn't notice him as he entered. Jack was careful not to trip over any tools as he made his way along the wall. The shop smelled strongly of ash and metal, as Jack quickly noticed, also the almost unbearable heat, as he tuged a little at his shirt collar. The infamous donkey he had run into when he first met Will was still there, tied to the post, stamping it's hooves every so often.
"Cari, hon, get daddy that hammer hanging on the wall by the door?"
Jack froze as Caroline nodded and skipped across the hay-littered floor and brushed against Jack's coat as her hand went to grab the hammer off the peg. Her body froze as she spotted the man standing there and nearly let out a scream, but Jack's dirty hand clamped across her face before she could utter anything. Her leg, however, was not restrained and connected right square to Jack's groin. Jack let out a loud groan of pain as he doubled over, letting go of Caroline as she ran back to her father.
"You!" The sound of a pistol cocking caught Jack's attention as he looked up and found Will pointing an expensive looking pistol at his head. "Who are you, and what business do you have with my daughter?"
Jack knew Will could only see his silhouette for he was still very well concealed in the shadows. Caroline stared at him from behind her father with an awestruck look. She had recognized him as the mystery man she had seen from the night before on her parents' property.
"Answer me!" Will was getting testy and if Jack didn't do something quickly he was going to get a bullet where it mattered. Jack coughed slightly and stood upright, holding his hands up in means of surrender.
"She's not yer daughter, mate," he answered simply, but that didn't seem to ease Will at the slightest. That was, until he recognized the voice that came from the shadowed man. His gun arm lowered a bit and he stepped closer, careful, in case it wasn't who he thought it was. Caroline stared at her father curiously and tugged on his work apron.
"Daddy, what are you doing? He's the bad guy! He's gonna kill you!" Will quieted his daughter, reassuring her that it was alright.
"Jack Sparrow, it sure has been awhile," Will holstered the pistol and smiled as his friend stepped out of the shadows, lowering his arms. Will noticed his pirate friend had aged a little in the past years; traces of gray could be seen in his matted hair and a few more lines were traces along the edges of his eyes. Yet the trademark kohl was still smeared around his eyes.
"Captain Jack Sparrow, mate, you keep forgetting." Jack winked, and bent down to Caroline's level, but she backed away and hid behind Will. Will suddenly remembered, and gave a confused look to Jack.
"What did you mean...when you said she wasn't my daughter?"
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Eh...I rushed at the end. You could say I got lazy. Reviews keep me writing!