Chapter 9
Hha..okay. I'm back. WHOO. Went to Canada.twas wonderful! And not I'm back. Time to finish the chapter!
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As they ran toward the cave Bootstrap stumbled out to meet them.
"Ahoy Jack!" He yelled in the distance.
"Ahoy William!" Jack shouted back drunkenly.
"BOOTSTRAP!"
Jen ran over and hugged William "Bootstrap Bill" Turner.
"Eh? Who be ye lass?" Bootstrap's eyes sparkled merrily as he teased her.
"Who do you think?" Jen grinned.
"I think that.ye're me little goddaughter that I lef' be'ind 'ere in Tortuga a bit while back!"
Jen laughed.
"Ye're 'er Godfather?" Jack looked stupidly between the two, "Well, I've been outta th' loop fer a bit huh? Leavin on me trips an' laevin' Jen 'ere.Since when di' Bootstrap come to Tortuga an' not tell me?!"
"Haha Everytime I came, ye weren' 'ere Jack."
(an: remember. Bootstrap looks just like Will who looks just like Orlando Bloom)
"Ah."
"So. Where ye be runnin' off ter?" Bootstrap asked.
"Well I suppose me n' Jack'll take ye back to th' cottage!"
"Aye! Sounds li' a plan!"
The three of them walked down the bustling dirty streets of Tortuga back to the homely little cottage.
"Where be ye parents?"
Bootstrap peered into the wooden house, turning left and right.
To the left was two doors, bedrooms, obviously. To the right was a fireplace with a fire crackly away merrily. And there was a stove and oven as well as racks for the dishes and silverware and little pegs on which the pots and pans hung. In the middle of the room, more towards the fireplace, was a beautiful cherry wood table that was nicely polished and there were six chairs to match.
Bootstrap headed through the room and started up the flight of stairs which was lit dimly by a few torches on the walls.
"Hasn' chang'd a bit since I las' been 'ere." He smiled warmly, "I still 'ave th' same room?"
"Of course! Mum and Father kept that room especially for ye. They won't even let Jack sleep in it."
Jack mumbled, "But that ain't a bad thing love!"
"Wha's that Jack?" Bootstrap turned around to face Jack, a baffled look on his face.
"There's only 4 rooms in this house right Jen?"
"Aye. There's two downstairs and 2 upstairs. Me parents sleep in the first room downstairs and they use the second room for things they bring back. The room to the left is my room and the rooms to the left is your room and we each have our own washrooms."
"But.Where does Ole' Captain Jack Sparrow, 'ere, sleep?" Bootstrap's piercing gaze analyzed the two, watching them closely with intense emotion showing in his eyes.
"Jack.have you been bedding my goddaughter?" Bootstrap asked in a tone of voice that told them it was obvious he was trying to control his rising anger.
"Oh! Uncle Willi-" Jen started to say frantically.
"I haven' been beddin' yer goddaughter. We jus' happen ter be sleepin' in the same room on th' same bed ever' night." Jack replied nonchalantly.
"ye sleep in th' same room on th' same bed ever' single night?!" Bootstrap half yelled, both angry and shocked, "what in th' bloody corners of hell do yer parents think about this?!"
"Well me father was killed a bit while ago an' me mum went off somewhere." Jack said matter-of-factly.
"Not you, Jen."
"Mum and Father know.but they don't mind because they know I'd never let Jack touch me."
"Aii...no wonder why ye parent's run off ever' couple o' months. They can' put up with ye two!"
"Uncle William, you know that's not true!"
"Well, since ye be so formal, Miss Smith, I believe Jack shall be taking me around Tortuga to catch me up on some things." Bootstrap smiled, speaking in a formal English accent that he'd learned in London.
"Oh yes! I'll have you both know, I got hitched in London!" Bootrap grinned widely.
"WHAT?!" Both Jen and Jack's jaws dropped open in shock, "WHO?!"
"A wonderful lady. Actually. We got marr'd a bit back. A bout 3 years ago. Then I brought her down to the Caribbean an' she be livin' in.Port.Port.Port James. N' fact. We have a little boy. Little William Turner. Beautiful little lad. He's only oh.2 ½ years old! Wonderfully adorable. I'd like ye to meet 'im! However, his mother wants him to have a better life in London where he'll be safe from th' nasty pirates."
(an: ahhh yes. Wonderful William is finally introduced to the story. And he's only 2 ½ years old!! ^__^)
"I'd LOVE to!!" Jen laughed, "I bet he looks just like ye Uncle William! Don't ye want to see 'im Jack?"
"Eh.Not really."
"But he's Uncle William's spawn! *(* We must see him before he goes back to London!"
"No. Children are just like little wild turkeys runnin' ever'where." Jen rolled her eyes.
"Come on! It'll be fun!"
"But! But! I JUST CAME BACK YESTERDAY! Ye have NO idea how bloody tired I am right now." Jack exploded.
"Ah.I'll go downstairs to see if there's sumthin ter eat!" Bootstrap walked down the hallway, and down the stairs into the "kitchen".
"You two work it out!" he called over his shoulder.
"Come on Jack! Please?" Jen pleaded.
"No."
"Please Jack! Don't make me beg you."
"Er.."
Jen pouted.
"ARGH! FINE! Bloody women! Always pout to get their way. ARRGHH" Jack yelled frustrated.
"Thank you Jack! I love you!" Jen pounced on him and kissed him.
"Oh! So ye didn't love me before?"
"Yes I did."
"Ah whatever. I need me a bottle o' rum. NOW." Jack strolled down the stairs with Jen right behind him
Bootstrap was sitting downstairs at the table, having a delightful conversation with Ana Maria. Jen joined them at the table while Jack rummaged through the racks and shelves and drawers for rum.
"Oi! Jack! Toss me a bottle of rum will ye?"
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sorry for the short chapter. LOL! But yeah! The plans begin!!!! ^__^
I I I I I \/ please review!!!!! And thank you to all the wonderful readers who did give me reviews! You guys ROCK! And.thank you to everyone who gave/gives me constructive criticism. It helps me a lot! Ideas are appreciated but don't get your hope up too much cause I may or may not use them! And I'm sorry to all the readers who enjoy reading story crossovers but I pretty sure there will DEFINITELY be NO crossovers anytime in the near and far future.
REVIEW PLEASE!!
Hha..okay. I'm back. WHOO. Went to Canada.twas wonderful! And not I'm back. Time to finish the chapter!
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As they ran toward the cave Bootstrap stumbled out to meet them.
"Ahoy Jack!" He yelled in the distance.
"Ahoy William!" Jack shouted back drunkenly.
"BOOTSTRAP!"
Jen ran over and hugged William "Bootstrap Bill" Turner.
"Eh? Who be ye lass?" Bootstrap's eyes sparkled merrily as he teased her.
"Who do you think?" Jen grinned.
"I think that.ye're me little goddaughter that I lef' be'ind 'ere in Tortuga a bit while back!"
Jen laughed.
"Ye're 'er Godfather?" Jack looked stupidly between the two, "Well, I've been outta th' loop fer a bit huh? Leavin on me trips an' laevin' Jen 'ere.Since when di' Bootstrap come to Tortuga an' not tell me?!"
"Haha Everytime I came, ye weren' 'ere Jack."
(an: remember. Bootstrap looks just like Will who looks just like Orlando Bloom)
"Ah."
"So. Where ye be runnin' off ter?" Bootstrap asked.
"Well I suppose me n' Jack'll take ye back to th' cottage!"
"Aye! Sounds li' a plan!"
The three of them walked down the bustling dirty streets of Tortuga back to the homely little cottage.
"Where be ye parents?"
Bootstrap peered into the wooden house, turning left and right.
To the left was two doors, bedrooms, obviously. To the right was a fireplace with a fire crackly away merrily. And there was a stove and oven as well as racks for the dishes and silverware and little pegs on which the pots and pans hung. In the middle of the room, more towards the fireplace, was a beautiful cherry wood table that was nicely polished and there were six chairs to match.
Bootstrap headed through the room and started up the flight of stairs which was lit dimly by a few torches on the walls.
"Hasn' chang'd a bit since I las' been 'ere." He smiled warmly, "I still 'ave th' same room?"
"Of course! Mum and Father kept that room especially for ye. They won't even let Jack sleep in it."
Jack mumbled, "But that ain't a bad thing love!"
"Wha's that Jack?" Bootstrap turned around to face Jack, a baffled look on his face.
"There's only 4 rooms in this house right Jen?"
"Aye. There's two downstairs and 2 upstairs. Me parents sleep in the first room downstairs and they use the second room for things they bring back. The room to the left is my room and the rooms to the left is your room and we each have our own washrooms."
"But.Where does Ole' Captain Jack Sparrow, 'ere, sleep?" Bootstrap's piercing gaze analyzed the two, watching them closely with intense emotion showing in his eyes.
"Jack.have you been bedding my goddaughter?" Bootstrap asked in a tone of voice that told them it was obvious he was trying to control his rising anger.
"Oh! Uncle Willi-" Jen started to say frantically.
"I haven' been beddin' yer goddaughter. We jus' happen ter be sleepin' in the same room on th' same bed ever' night." Jack replied nonchalantly.
"ye sleep in th' same room on th' same bed ever' single night?!" Bootstrap half yelled, both angry and shocked, "what in th' bloody corners of hell do yer parents think about this?!"
"Well me father was killed a bit while ago an' me mum went off somewhere." Jack said matter-of-factly.
"Not you, Jen."
"Mum and Father know.but they don't mind because they know I'd never let Jack touch me."
"Aii...no wonder why ye parent's run off ever' couple o' months. They can' put up with ye two!"
"Uncle William, you know that's not true!"
"Well, since ye be so formal, Miss Smith, I believe Jack shall be taking me around Tortuga to catch me up on some things." Bootstrap smiled, speaking in a formal English accent that he'd learned in London.
"Oh yes! I'll have you both know, I got hitched in London!" Bootrap grinned widely.
"WHAT?!" Both Jen and Jack's jaws dropped open in shock, "WHO?!"
"A wonderful lady. Actually. We got marr'd a bit back. A bout 3 years ago. Then I brought her down to the Caribbean an' she be livin' in.Port.Port.Port James. N' fact. We have a little boy. Little William Turner. Beautiful little lad. He's only oh.2 ½ years old! Wonderfully adorable. I'd like ye to meet 'im! However, his mother wants him to have a better life in London where he'll be safe from th' nasty pirates."
(an: ahhh yes. Wonderful William is finally introduced to the story. And he's only 2 ½ years old!! ^__^)
"I'd LOVE to!!" Jen laughed, "I bet he looks just like ye Uncle William! Don't ye want to see 'im Jack?"
"Eh.Not really."
"But he's Uncle William's spawn! *(* We must see him before he goes back to London!"
"No. Children are just like little wild turkeys runnin' ever'where." Jen rolled her eyes.
"Come on! It'll be fun!"
"But! But! I JUST CAME BACK YESTERDAY! Ye have NO idea how bloody tired I am right now." Jack exploded.
"Ah.I'll go downstairs to see if there's sumthin ter eat!" Bootstrap walked down the hallway, and down the stairs into the "kitchen".
"You two work it out!" he called over his shoulder.
"Come on Jack! Please?" Jen pleaded.
"No."
"Please Jack! Don't make me beg you."
"Er.."
Jen pouted.
"ARGH! FINE! Bloody women! Always pout to get their way. ARRGHH" Jack yelled frustrated.
"Thank you Jack! I love you!" Jen pounced on him and kissed him.
"Oh! So ye didn't love me before?"
"Yes I did."
"Ah whatever. I need me a bottle o' rum. NOW." Jack strolled down the stairs with Jen right behind him
Bootstrap was sitting downstairs at the table, having a delightful conversation with Ana Maria. Jen joined them at the table while Jack rummaged through the racks and shelves and drawers for rum.
"Oi! Jack! Toss me a bottle of rum will ye?"
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sorry for the short chapter. LOL! But yeah! The plans begin!!!! ^__^
I I I I I \/ please review!!!!! And thank you to all the wonderful readers who did give me reviews! You guys ROCK! And.thank you to everyone who gave/gives me constructive criticism. It helps me a lot! Ideas are appreciated but don't get your hope up too much cause I may or may not use them! And I'm sorry to all the readers who enjoy reading story crossovers but I pretty sure there will DEFINITELY be NO crossovers anytime in the near and far future.
REVIEW PLEASE!!