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"Awe, come on Elizabeth," Jack grinned good-naturedly,"Aren't you glad to see me?"
"Sure, but what are you doing here? And who is that boy?" Elizabeth glanced up the stairs where Hawk and Cassie had gone.
"That's what I wanted to talk to you about," Jack grimaced,"He's me son... I wanted to ask a favor."
"Ask," Will encouraged, thinking he already knew what his old friend would ask.
"If anything should happen to me... not that it would, but... I want him to have a place to go... well, you're parents, you know what I mean!"
"Of course, Jack," Elizabeth smiled sympatheticly,"You know you can count on us." Jack gave them both a grateful, and genuine, smile.
Four Years Later Ben "Hawk" Sparrow watched Port Royale come into sight from a jib halfway up the main mast of the Black Pearl. At twenty, he'd grown into his wirey frame and looked for all the world like a younger, and cleaner, version of his father. His father, who was currently in a Spanish prison. It seemed General Gonzalez still hadn't forgiven him for avioding capture all these years. And from pilliaging his flagship... Hawk grinned to himself.
"Ben!" Anamaria yelled up to the young man,"Come down here!" Hawk sighed. Everyone called him Hawk, except for Anamaria Elizabeth and Cassandra Turner. It seemed to be a woman thing. He climbed down the rigging landing on the deck with a thump.
"Yes, Ana?" Hawk asked. The dark-skinned pirate looked up at him.
"Why are we here? I thought we would've been going to trying to save the Captian..." She glanced out to sea where they had come from wistfully,"Not going back here..."
"I figure we could use a little help. The Turners might be willing to help." Anamaria sighed.
"Right," she answered as Hawk moved back towards the rigging,"Why the bloody hell not..."
Hawk steered one of the Pearl's life boats into a vacant slip, tying off the rope attatched to the front. The dock attendant came over, looking him up and down disdainfully.
"Your name and three shillings, sir..."
"Smith. Benjamin Smith," Hawk handed the man three coins and hurried down the dock. He had nearly made it to the Turner Estate when an impressive-looking soldier stopped him.
"Who are you?" The soldier asked,"You look familiar."
"Oh, well, i'm a merchant. I was looking for the blacksmith."
"Really. At his home? And how, by chance, would you know where he lives if you just got into Port Royale?"
"Ah, but how would you know how long i've been here? You don't even know who I am."
"Would you be, by chance, related to Jack Sparrow," the newly- appointed Admiral Norrington asked.
"No. Who's this Jack Sparrow? My name's Smith. Or Smitty, if you like."
"Really, Mr. Smith, eh? You resemble Mr. Sparrow very closely. I know he has a son who comes here every so often. His name is Benjamin, I believe. Strange, don't you think?"
"Well, I-"
"BEN!" Someone yelled from behind the young man. Hawk winced. Thanks ever so, Cass, he thought. The Admiral smiled grimly.
"Ben? What are you..." Cassandra Turner stopped, looking curiously at Norrington,"What's wrong? What's going on?" Cassie took on her "Queen Cassandra the Mighty" look, glaring at Norrington suspiciously.
"Cassandra, how nice to see you. Christopher was looking for you. Perhaps you should go find him. He needs to talk to you. I'm merely dealing with the riff-raff..."
"Riff-Raff? You are talking about a close friend of mine, Admiral. Who came to see me. He and I need to be going. Come, Ben. Mother will be thrilled to see you, and father wanted to talk to you," Cassie took Hawk by the arm, pulling him after her. He caught his first glance of her in four years, and what he saw stunned him. The girl who had been more interested in swordplay than fashion and society, and fasinated by pirate stories had grown into a woman. A very attractive young woman. Hair the color of honey fell past her shoulders, and her blue-grey eyes were as penetrating as ever. Cassie caught Hawk staring at her, smiling slyly.
"Cassandra, do you know who he is?" Norrington looked angry,"He's a pirate. He belongs in jail."
"Admiral Norrington," Hawk turned, bowing gracefully,"Have I ever attacked Port Royale? No," Hawk showed Norrington his wrists,"No brands. Nothing. So what, exactly, can you prove? That I just happen to be a known pirate who has never actually been caught doing anything wrong here, who is visiting a friend." The boy grinned, threw the older man a salute and followed Cassie through the front gates of the Turner Estate.
"Well, you're timing hasn't improved," Cassie glanced back at Norrington,"Neither have your manners. However..." she looked him over with a grin.
"Look who's talking... I almost had 'em convinced that I wasn't Ben Sparrow when you showed up hollering my name like a lunatic. So who's Christopher?"
"Oh, the Admiral's vapid son. He's probably going to ask me to marry him. Agian. This'll be the fifth time this year. His proposals are so... corny... it's getting repetitive." Hawk grinned as they opened the door and went inside. It was exactly like he remembered it, classy, cozy and functional. All reflections of Elizabeth Turner, who was currently sitting at a mahogany desk writing out invitations to her upcoming dinner party in honor of Cassie's birthday. She looked up as the two came into the parlor.
"Ben!" Elizabeth looked slightly shocked,"What are you doing here?"
"Awe, come on Elizabeth," Jack grinned good-naturedly,"Aren't you glad to see me?"
"Sure, but what are you doing here? And who is that boy?" Elizabeth glanced up the stairs where Hawk and Cassie had gone.
"That's what I wanted to talk to you about," Jack grimaced,"He's me son... I wanted to ask a favor."
"Ask," Will encouraged, thinking he already knew what his old friend would ask.
"If anything should happen to me... not that it would, but... I want him to have a place to go... well, you're parents, you know what I mean!"
"Of course, Jack," Elizabeth smiled sympatheticly,"You know you can count on us." Jack gave them both a grateful, and genuine, smile.
Four Years Later Ben "Hawk" Sparrow watched Port Royale come into sight from a jib halfway up the main mast of the Black Pearl. At twenty, he'd grown into his wirey frame and looked for all the world like a younger, and cleaner, version of his father. His father, who was currently in a Spanish prison. It seemed General Gonzalez still hadn't forgiven him for avioding capture all these years. And from pilliaging his flagship... Hawk grinned to himself.
"Ben!" Anamaria yelled up to the young man,"Come down here!" Hawk sighed. Everyone called him Hawk, except for Anamaria Elizabeth and Cassandra Turner. It seemed to be a woman thing. He climbed down the rigging landing on the deck with a thump.
"Yes, Ana?" Hawk asked. The dark-skinned pirate looked up at him.
"Why are we here? I thought we would've been going to trying to save the Captian..." She glanced out to sea where they had come from wistfully,"Not going back here..."
"I figure we could use a little help. The Turners might be willing to help." Anamaria sighed.
"Right," she answered as Hawk moved back towards the rigging,"Why the bloody hell not..."
Hawk steered one of the Pearl's life boats into a vacant slip, tying off the rope attatched to the front. The dock attendant came over, looking him up and down disdainfully.
"Your name and three shillings, sir..."
"Smith. Benjamin Smith," Hawk handed the man three coins and hurried down the dock. He had nearly made it to the Turner Estate when an impressive-looking soldier stopped him.
"Who are you?" The soldier asked,"You look familiar."
"Oh, well, i'm a merchant. I was looking for the blacksmith."
"Really. At his home? And how, by chance, would you know where he lives if you just got into Port Royale?"
"Ah, but how would you know how long i've been here? You don't even know who I am."
"Would you be, by chance, related to Jack Sparrow," the newly- appointed Admiral Norrington asked.
"No. Who's this Jack Sparrow? My name's Smith. Or Smitty, if you like."
"Really, Mr. Smith, eh? You resemble Mr. Sparrow very closely. I know he has a son who comes here every so often. His name is Benjamin, I believe. Strange, don't you think?"
"Well, I-"
"BEN!" Someone yelled from behind the young man. Hawk winced. Thanks ever so, Cass, he thought. The Admiral smiled grimly.
"Ben? What are you..." Cassandra Turner stopped, looking curiously at Norrington,"What's wrong? What's going on?" Cassie took on her "Queen Cassandra the Mighty" look, glaring at Norrington suspiciously.
"Cassandra, how nice to see you. Christopher was looking for you. Perhaps you should go find him. He needs to talk to you. I'm merely dealing with the riff-raff..."
"Riff-Raff? You are talking about a close friend of mine, Admiral. Who came to see me. He and I need to be going. Come, Ben. Mother will be thrilled to see you, and father wanted to talk to you," Cassie took Hawk by the arm, pulling him after her. He caught his first glance of her in four years, and what he saw stunned him. The girl who had been more interested in swordplay than fashion and society, and fasinated by pirate stories had grown into a woman. A very attractive young woman. Hair the color of honey fell past her shoulders, and her blue-grey eyes were as penetrating as ever. Cassie caught Hawk staring at her, smiling slyly.
"Cassandra, do you know who he is?" Norrington looked angry,"He's a pirate. He belongs in jail."
"Admiral Norrington," Hawk turned, bowing gracefully,"Have I ever attacked Port Royale? No," Hawk showed Norrington his wrists,"No brands. Nothing. So what, exactly, can you prove? That I just happen to be a known pirate who has never actually been caught doing anything wrong here, who is visiting a friend." The boy grinned, threw the older man a salute and followed Cassie through the front gates of the Turner Estate.
"Well, you're timing hasn't improved," Cassie glanced back at Norrington,"Neither have your manners. However..." she looked him over with a grin.
"Look who's talking... I almost had 'em convinced that I wasn't Ben Sparrow when you showed up hollering my name like a lunatic. So who's Christopher?"
"Oh, the Admiral's vapid son. He's probably going to ask me to marry him. Agian. This'll be the fifth time this year. His proposals are so... corny... it's getting repetitive." Hawk grinned as they opened the door and went inside. It was exactly like he remembered it, classy, cozy and functional. All reflections of Elizabeth Turner, who was currently sitting at a mahogany desk writing out invitations to her upcoming dinner party in honor of Cassie's birthday. She looked up as the two came into the parlor.
"Ben!" Elizabeth looked slightly shocked,"What are you doing here?"