Chapter 4

Will struggled against the rough hands that held him tightly. He had sailed into Montego Bay in attention to get some supplies. The he would leave quicker than one could say Will Turner has been here.

But no, he just had to get caught by Commodore Jefferson of the Bay. 'Why?' he asked himself as he was pushed in the direction of the jail.

He was led down a flight of stairs and into a dark dank cell, where the steel bars were closed loudly behind him.

He tugged uselessly at the bonds that held his hands together. 'Did they have to leave them?'

He thoughts stopped when he noticed a dark figure behind the cell door, his arms were folded behind his back and he wore a large red hat with a white feather that stuck out way to far, in Will's opinion.

"Will Turner….." the man began to speak, his voice was clear and proud.

Will popped his head up, his long curled black locks glinting softly in the torchlight.

"First Mate Will Turner……if you don't mind Commodore?" he added turning his proud deep brown eyes to the barred window. Outside the stars glinted in the new darkness.

"What does it matter?" Commodore Jefferson snapped, bringing his face into the light so Will could better see him.

He was actually quite stunning. His skin was tanned and his eyes were of a deep amber. His hair was jet black and he had an eerie smile. He wore all red and had a sword at his right side.

"You will not be here much longer. I have arranged a special 'Party' for you….you will not miss it."

The pirate smiled and tugged at the ropes about his hands. "Wonderful, I love parties." he muttered as the commodore turned and began to walk away, his lithe form disappearing beneath heavy blanket of darkness.

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Sparrow awoke to the soft sound of feet making their way down the stairs and into his makeshift room. He had given the boy his own room, since it was the warmest….but now, he had been liable to have the coldest, most water rotted room on the whole blasted ship. Not that the ship was horrible or wretched to him, but at the moment as he pulled his water logged blankets over his tired form. It was the worst ship in the world.

He opened his eyes to see Jack's face looking into his. He sighed angrily and sat up in the hammock, as best as anyone could sit up in a hammock.

"Yes little Will?" he grinned at the name. He had had too much rum that night.

" When are we going to find my father?" Jack asked impatiently. He put is hands on his hips and rolled his eyes.

"When I get enough sleep."

That was not the answer he wanted. "Jack Sparrow…." the child whined.

"Captain, if you please." was the only answer he got from the pirate before Sparrow turned over and let out a groan as his sore ribs connected with the wrong side of the hammock. He tried to reposition himself, but each time he found it very uncomfortable.

He let out an agitated sigh and sat up. "Fine boy! You have ruined my sleep so let us be going."

Jack jumped up and grabbed Sparrow's hand in attempt to pull him out of the makeshift bed. But the Captain swatted his hand away.

"Ah-tat-tat! Don't touch me while I'm tired and grumpy. It is not a smart thing to do."

Without another question the boy let go of Jack's hand and the Captain stood up from the hammock.

As they made their way up the stairs Jack stood still a moment. He had never seen a sky so beautiful. The pink and gold mixed together to make pure orange clouds, along the top or bottom of those clouds a thin line of purple was noticeable. He smiled softly to himself.

'No wonder father loves the sea…..you never see this at home.'

He looked to the water that had the exact same reflection on it, the boat began to take in some of the colors on the side.

Sparrow made his way through the boat, checking every knot, tie, and piece of dampened wood on The Pearl.

"What about my father?" the boy called, annoyed that Sparrow was not listening to him.

"Your father…?" Sparrow made his way back to Jack. "Is…..in the custody of Commodore Jefferson, in jail in Montego Bay."

Young Turner only stared at Jack for a moment, his mouth opening as if trying to say something. "What?!" he looked up at Sparrow. "Well are we going to save him?"

Captain Sparrow looked at the boy sympathetically and bent down. "You ever heard the code of the pirate boy?"

"No, but what does that matter."

Sparrow stood again. "You fall behind, you get left behind."

"But we can't just leave him Jack!" The boy exclaimed stretching his arms out.

Sparrow thought about it a moment. What was he saying, Will had saved him from the gallows……he had done what was right and could have been put in jail and hung for the same. He did it cause it was right. 'Why can't I go against the code just this once?' he thought caressing his twin braids that made up his beard. He smiled down at Jack.

"Crew!" in a minute a group of at least a dozen men were there at their posts. Ready to set sail when the Captain said. Something caught his eye, one woman stood at the steering wheel. She was smiling at Jack.

"Turn this ship back, towards Montego Bay. We are rescuing First Mate Will! You here, and anyone who goes against me can walk the plank." All the men began to turn the ship around, and Jack smiled down at Turner. "We're saving your father."