"Jack, we were only kidding." Said Will.
"Just forget about it, let's move on." Said Jack. He was not in a good mood. Sarah, her laughter, it was beautiful! Within the hour they went down for dinner. Everything went well. By the end Sarah was ready to hit the hay. She climbed over to her cabin, those potatoes were good! If only she could have more. She made plans to herself to later that night go to the kitchens and get some. She climbed into her bad and went to sleep. She woke up about midnight and crept to the kitchens. But when she got there, she heard bustling; she decided it would be best if she stayed in the shadows. She crept through the kitchen till she found the man. It was Jack Sparrow, as always, getting his rum. But it was odd, she stayed in the shadows, she could feel something was up. Jack walked over to the corner and pulled out the floorboard. What was he looking at? She climbed up to the rafters and inched her way towards him. He had in his hand a picture, who was it? She crept closer, he then laid the picture carefully inside a single box and took out a note book and started writing, and what was he writing? Sarah didn't think that Jack Sparrow would be the one to carry such a thing, he must've wanted it a secret. She crept back to her cabin, she didn't want to be discovered so easily, maybe she could find out what was in the journal, and who was in that picture? She had to find out, she made plans for tomorrow night, what was Jack hiding? She fell asleep.
"Just forget about it, let's move on." Said Jack. He was not in a good mood. Sarah, her laughter, it was beautiful! Within the hour they went down for dinner. Everything went well. By the end Sarah was ready to hit the hay. She climbed over to her cabin, those potatoes were good! If only she could have more. She made plans to herself to later that night go to the kitchens and get some. She climbed into her bad and went to sleep. She woke up about midnight and crept to the kitchens. But when she got there, she heard bustling; she decided it would be best if she stayed in the shadows. She crept through the kitchen till she found the man. It was Jack Sparrow, as always, getting his rum. But it was odd, she stayed in the shadows, she could feel something was up. Jack walked over to the corner and pulled out the floorboard. What was he looking at? She climbed up to the rafters and inched her way towards him. He had in his hand a picture, who was it? She crept closer, he then laid the picture carefully inside a single box and took out a note book and started writing, and what was he writing? Sarah didn't think that Jack Sparrow would be the one to carry such a thing, he must've wanted it a secret. She crept back to her cabin, she didn't want to be discovered so easily, maybe she could find out what was in the journal, and who was in that picture? She had to find out, she made plans for tomorrow night, what was Jack hiding? She fell asleep.