Chapter 2: Return to Port Royale
Jack was releived to see that Hawk had no trouble fitting in with the rest
of the crew. He made an excelent lookout, and everyone seemed to like and
respect him for his ablilities, not the fact his father was the captian.
Now, they were headed for Port Royale. Jack had received a letter several
years before from his old friends the Turners informing him that he was one
of their daughter's godparents. The girl, Cassandra, would be thirteen now,
and he hadn't seen her since she was seven. He knew her birthday was coming
up, and figured he should visit at least on that all-important day. He also
wanted to take the opprtunity to introduce Hawk, just so the boy had
somewhere to go if something should happen to him.
"Allright, then Anamaria, we'll take one of the boats on shore," Jack turned back to the gathered crew,"If you put ONE scratch on my ship, i'll see to it you ALL die the most horrible deaths I can think up!" They all nodded somberly, knowing that that ship was his world, and he'd make good on any threats regarding his Pearl. Jack and Hawk rowed into port, meeting the dockmaster. The man was dressed primly in his red uniform, glasses perched on his long nose. He surveyed the scraggily newcomers with distaste.
"That'll be one shilling and your names, gentlemen..." he asked. Hawk glanced up from where he was securing the boat, watching Jack shell out a coin.
"And your name's, sir?"
"Uh... Smith. Jack Smith. And that's my son Ben."
"Thank you sir." Hawk grinned at his father as they hurried up the main pathway,"Smith?"
"Hey, it worked didn't it?" Jack glared down at the boy. A few minutes later, they were walking in the Brown Blacksmith shop where Will Turner worked. A fat man with a bottle in hand who had long since passed out sat near the bellows. Will himself was bent over the forge, intent on something inside it, and mumbling to himself. Jack cleared his throat, causing the young blacksmith to jerk upwright and hit his head hard on the planking above the forge. He cursed loudly and turned around to see who had inturupted him.
"Allright, then Anamaria, we'll take one of the boats on shore," Jack turned back to the gathered crew,"If you put ONE scratch on my ship, i'll see to it you ALL die the most horrible deaths I can think up!" They all nodded somberly, knowing that that ship was his world, and he'd make good on any threats regarding his Pearl. Jack and Hawk rowed into port, meeting the dockmaster. The man was dressed primly in his red uniform, glasses perched on his long nose. He surveyed the scraggily newcomers with distaste.
"That'll be one shilling and your names, gentlemen..." he asked. Hawk glanced up from where he was securing the boat, watching Jack shell out a coin.
"And your name's, sir?"
"Uh... Smith. Jack Smith. And that's my son Ben."
"Thank you sir." Hawk grinned at his father as they hurried up the main pathway,"Smith?"
"Hey, it worked didn't it?" Jack glared down at the boy. A few minutes later, they were walking in the Brown Blacksmith shop where Will Turner worked. A fat man with a bottle in hand who had long since passed out sat near the bellows. Will himself was bent over the forge, intent on something inside it, and mumbling to himself. Jack cleared his throat, causing the young blacksmith to jerk upwright and hit his head hard on the planking above the forge. He cursed loudly and turned around to see who had inturupted him.