Chapter 2
Young Jack Turner sat on the windowsill in his bedroom, his gaze scanning the street and beyond that the glimmering sea. It shined reflections of the cobalt sky and the orange-red setting sun. It was beautiful, the most stunning scene he had seen in years.
But the most beautiful scene to Jack was the lovely Isabella Rofion. He sighed as thoughts of her came to his mind, he had not been allowed to see her any longer and that next thought saddened his juvenile heart.
Word had gotten around that Will had indeed turned to piracy and was abroad sailing under Jack Sparrow. And since everyone now knew, young Turner had been treated as sort of a misfit, he was shunned by everyone…..save his own mother. The men in town felt bad for her and gave their sincere apologies. And now cause of Will, Isabella's father had forbidden her to see Jack or write him.
Tears began to graze the sixteen year old boy's cheeks, he had nothing left…..but an empty heart. Where Will's love had been, and then Isabella's there was nothing anymore, only a dark dank hole.
"Jack?" he turned his head to see his mother standing in the door way, she had a candle in her hand and he night attire on. "Are you alright dear?"
Jack nodded shortly then hopped from the windowsill.
Elizabeth smiled sadly as she noticed the streams down the boy's cheeks. "I was coming to say goodnight."
"Oh well, goodnight mother." he walked over and gave her a small hug.
"Goodnight Jack. I love you." She smiled at the thought that came to her mind as she said those words along with that name.
"Sweet dreams mother."
Jack turned back and walked to his bed without putting his bed wear on, he wanted to think. His father had been gone a lot longer than planed.
When he had spoke of this with his friends they had told him that pirates never kept their words. His mother had said He would be back. He did not know who to believe.
' What if he is dead.' they had not received any letters from Will in years.
Jack stood up and walked to the dresser, he opened it up and pulled out some clothes and a bag, he grabbed some stationary and a handkerchief. He stuffed the items into the strong leathery bag, then slinging the pack over his shoulder he ran out of his room and down the stairs. Not at all making a sound.
He ran lightly into the kitchen and grabbed some dried meats and fruits, he stuffed them into his bag and sprinted into the main hallway.
'I have to find him.' was Jack's last thought before he opened the door locked it again, then ran out and down the street, heart pounding in his chest.
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As he reached the dock he looked for a boat. He saw all the larger ships and his heart quailed. He could not get on of those out of the bay, he would crash.
He turned his head to the side and almost gasped in joy.
On the side tied loosely to the dock was a small boat. It was not to big either. He could 'Commandeer' it without making a scene. He smiled and made his way stealthily towards the small boat.
He climbed in and set down his pack, then he began to row. There was not a strong enough wind to bring the boat out of the bay. He rowed and rowed, sweat began to drip from his forehead.
He had never endured work like this before, he was strong for his age, but not the strongest. He could manage, but it was hard labor. He smiled to himself. 'This is just the beginning.' he thought with pride. 'I will find father. I promise.'