Ok, here Tis, nobody kill me. J
I n this chapter you will feel an odd sense of De-Ja-Vu. Hehe. And so does Jack.
Chapter 5
Jack watched from an opening in a crack as the gallows were readied for the prisoner. He gulped back the horrible feeling in his gut as he peaked through the small and barely noticeable crack in the wall.
He turned to see Sparrow sitting on a stack of unused leather and cleaning his old steel blade with small pieces of the cowhide.
The man was humming a soft tune to himself and Turner could not recognize what his father's old friend was singing.
He scooted a bit closer and watched as the pirate cleaned the blade with perfection that you would never see anywhere else, save on the man's ship.
"What ya singing?" he asked quietly.
Sparrow laughed and brought his blade out, sheathing it swiftly. He turned glinting eyes on his little companion and smiled impishly.
"An old song your mother taught me long ago." The older Jack smiled and leaned against the brick wall behind him, brining his old hat down over his eyes he began to sing to the child, but he never let his voice get too loud.
Yo ho, yo ho, a pirate's life for me.
We pillage and plunder and rifle and loot.
Drink up me 'earties, yo ho.
We kidnap and ravage and don't give a hoot.
Drink up me 'earties, yo ho.
Yo ho, yo ho, a pirate's life for me.
We extort and pilfer and filch and sack.
Drink up me 'earties, yo ho.
Maraurd and embezzle and even highjack.
Drink up me 'earties, yo ho.
Yo ho, yo ho, a pirate's life for me.
We kindle and char and inflame and ignite.
Drink up me 'earties, yo ho.
We burn up the city, we're really a fright.
Drink up me 'earties, yo ho.
Yo ho, yo ho, a pirate's life for me.
We're rascals and scoundrels and villains and knaves.
Drink up me 'earties, yo ho.
We're devils and black sheep and really bad eggs.
Drink up me 'earties, yo ho.
Sparrow laughed, slapping his leg lightly.
"That's me favorite part, lad." he smiled once more before getting to his feet heavily. "Love really bad eggs." Jack grimaced.
"You Don't eat 'em?" he asked cautiously.
Sparrow smiled wickedly and walked for the wooden door.
"We should get goin'. Your pa's little shindig is comin' up soon."
Jack hoped lightly over to the door and smiled as the pirate pushed the old thing open. It creaked and protested at the movements, but no one seemed to notice. All were much to busy down in the cells with Will to care much about an old creaky door.
With a rather loud and obnoxious creak the piece of wood swung open and showed all the brick fortress, glowing in the new morning sunlight.
Jack Sparrow put his hand upon the boy's mouth and pointed to The area beneath the gallows.
"You lad, sneak under there. Once he's strung up, cut 'ur father loose and make a run for the docks. I'll keep 'em occupied." he smiled as Jack began to creep forward, his now tattered pants and old shirt and jerkin catching the sun as he crept underneath the bridge.
No one was near, so he crawled towards two lonely buckets.
His heart hammered in his chest and he had forgotten all things but his instructions. And even they seemed a bit blurry and confusing.
'Come on Turner. You can do it.' he pushed himself on with the somewhat encouraging words. Then another thought came to his mind and he smiled devilishly. 'You're a pirate.'
Jack crept forward, hunched over and crawling on the tips of his fingers and toes so if he needed to get up, he would be able to.
He looked back to see Sparrow creep from the storage house, a smile upon his bearded face.
Sparrow had taught him how to crawl thus. He had taught him an awful lot. During the journey to Montego Bay, Sparrow had taught Jack how to fight, crawl, creep, commandeer. He had even taught the boy how to do his hair and his small but noticeable beard and mustache.
In reality, Jack looked at himself a moment, he looked more like Jack than his own father or mother. He had his hair in long black scruffy locks. Some beaded and some decorated with different things.
He now wore Jack's extra red bandanna on his brow and forehead, his black hair fell over it.
He did not have a hat like Sparrow, nor a gun. But he was well on his way to getting one. Sparrow had said that if he was good and did not fuss, he would give him his old gun that was slung on his waist.
His thoughts were interrupted when a small crowd of people began to fill into the square. Some seemed rather excited, while other held umbrellas and yawned more than need be.
Without resistance he crawled past the unsuspecting on lookers and came underneath the Gallows.
The boards above his head creaked as executioners and guards walked heavily carrying their sharp spears and waiting for the hanging to be over.
Jack stopped and leaned against the old boards as he waited for them to drag his father in so he could save him.
"How long will this last?" one man above him asked while letting his spear butt clank onto the wood.
A sigh came from beyond and the other soldier replied.
"Soon as he's dead."
The boy gulped back the fear and readied himself for the job at hand.
A crowd was beginning to form around the podium, and many of them were whispering, telling mostly of Will Turner and his family, or at least the gossip they had heard. None of what they said was true of course.
"I heard, his son died when he was just a babe, and he left after that." one woman said.
Jack scoffed inwardly, 'daft woman. I am Jack Turner!' he felt a surge of energy at those words and kept letting them run on and on inside his head.
'I am Jack Turner.' he smiled. 'Son of Will Turner, the pirate.'
The drummers began and he turned his eyes to the far side of the courtyard, he frowned as he watched his father walk slowly, proud. No slouch in his form and no gold and silver fillings, he could hardly be told of as a true pirate.
The steps creaked as the soldiers lead him up to the gallows, and Jack shivered as he drew the dagger from it's sheath in his boot.
The apprehension. The waiting was a horrible feeling. The boy could hardly think as horrible thought rattled his mind.
'Father is going to die. What if I cannot save him in time?' The thoughts that plagued his mind where interrupted as foot steps right above him alerted the child that they were putting the noose round his father's smooth neck.
"Will Turner, you were brought here today for your willful crime commission, against the crown. The set crimes being numerous in quantity, and sinister in nature."
His breath stopped in his throat and he stood as high as he could to get prepared to run.
"The most grievous of these are said here with; piracy- smuggling- impersonating an officer of the Spanish Royal Navy- sailing under false colors- looting- poaching- pilfering- and depravity. And for these crimes, you are sentenced to on this day, hung by the neck until dead."
Jack's throat closed and he let out a sob of fear.
The voices had become even more persistent now.
'You are to little. Too scared. You cannot save your father.'
A soft voice took all the others on, but it seemed to come to him more and easier than nay other.
"You can do anything Jack. You are a pirate, and a pirate, smart, brave, or none of these, can do anything."
Jack Sparrow's voice seemed to be joyful and excited.
He found bravery in himself now, he was not the son of a pirate. He WAS a pirate. And he could do anything.
Sucking in a breath full of the salty air that surrounded the entire place, he tiptoed to the edge, still out of sight and waited.
"Any last statements you would like to make, Mr. Turner?"
He heard his father's voice above, as downtrodden as ever.
"My only regret is that I left my little Jack to live without me, for my own selfish wants." A sob escaped the man's lips. "Forgive me Jack."
The boy's eyes grew stern and he tightened his grip on the dagger till his knuckled turned white.
"I do forgive you father." he whispered.
"May God have mercy on your soul."
Hanging his head and taking in one last deep breath, he listened as someone shoved his way through the crowd.
"Excuse me love. Pardon me my dear. Watch the hat."
Looking back up eyes determined, he smiled and waited for the last possible moment.
Behind him, people sneered and woman shrieked at the nobleman that was making his way through the crowd. But if any of them would have seen his smile, a glint of gold would have alerted them.
The drum roll began and people whispered as they watched.
"MOVE!" a roar came from the crowd as the man pushed by, sword held high.
Steel against sheath came from the crowd, and as the executioner pulled the lever, the sharp twang of blade pushing into wood was heard.
The lever was pulled and Will dropped through the hole, the noose stile tight round his neck, he struggled to stay atop the thin sword blade that his savior had thrown, much like he had done so many years before.
Jack leapt forward as the signal was giving a low voice in the crowd yelling out.
"Kill the whelp!"
He knew that Sparrow had told him that that would be the signal for him to run up the podium and free Will.
His steps rang loudly in his ears as he jumped up the steps, the executioner came forward with a huge sword in his hands, he brought his sword down.
One gun shot rang in the air, and the huge man dropped to the ground with a thump, blood flowing from a wound to the heart.
Jack's hair flowed behind him as he ran past the body and to his father who looked much the same as he always had. But Jack had no time to reminisce.
Quickly, he slashed at the rope that was tied to the gallows pole.
The rope gave way and Will fell with a cry through the hole in the wood that was supposed to be his bane.
Jack could see guards running out from door that stood in the walls and balcony type places where important people sat.
He gulped down the fear and doubt that rose into his head and jumped off the platform, his body smacked straight into that of the most annoyed and angry looking commodore he had ever seen.
He got up and began to run, he met Will and Jack who were running towards the sea.
For the first time in about an hour he saw Jack; the man was wearing the most beautiful clothing he had ever seen, but beneath he could see the tatters of Sparrow's old outfit.
"Run lad!" Jack shouted and pushed him forward.
All three ran as fast as they could, panting heavily, and dripping with sweat from the hard job and worry that had filled each of their hearts.
Will tossed the length of rope he had acquired from his neck to Sparrow who ran up and caught it.
"Duck Jack!" his father's voice came to him swiftly, and he obeyed.
Dropping to his legs, he let both men run before him carrying the length of rope.
It caught three soldiers dressed in blue in the neck's and they fell back with a grunt in unison.
Turning they caught two more on the steps, on their feet. The two flipped head first and instantly blacked out.
Running forward, Jack ran up and punched one soldier, while Will raced round and brought his hand up the side of the guard's face, causing the man to be stunned for a moment. That was all that was needed, Jack and will coiled the rope around the two men and met around one pillar, looking about anxiously. They pulled once more to knock the men to unconsciousness.
Two guards came forward, Jack and Will punched them and with great speed and unity tumbled forward in a beautiful sight of tumbling color.
Both their back's to the pillar, They starred out for the boy.
Will grew worried for a moment, but them heard the pitter patter of small booted feet behind him. He knew who it was and did not need to look.
Jumping to the other side of the pillar, Will caught one man in the jaw, while Jack punched another in the gut.
Jack Turner, Slashed one with his knife, while his father, Will took a sword from an attacking soldier.
Lifting his eyes Jack saw, they were surrounded by more than twenty soldiers, all lowering their bayonets.
Will tried to attack once more, but saw no more. Jack sighed and scratched his head.
"It didn't work last time either." he murmured as if stumped by some hard question, he shrugged and smiled slyly.
Will smiled at his son reassuringly as if to say: 'Don't worry Jack, we will make it out.'
"I thought I might endure some manner of ill conceived escape attempt."
All three turned to see Commodore Jefferson scoffed brining his sword up to Will's neck as a sort of hint.
"De-ja-vu." Sparrow exclaimed, then put his hand down noticing everyone looking at him. "I always wanted to say that." he murmured.
Sparrow smiled, "Oh me next!" he put a finger up and quoted: "If all I have achieved here, is that a hanged man will earn too empty pairs of boots instead of one, so be it. At least my conscience will be clear." He grinned as Will turned his head to look at him. "Sorry mate. Just couldn't resist."
"You forget your place Sparrow!" Jefferson growled, and to Jack it sounded like a lion's purr, in the depth of night.
Sparrow pushed Will aside and stood in front of him, no grin decorated his face now and there was no joy in his eyes.
"It's right here- Between you and Will."
Jack Turner watched the exchange of words with interest, summing his courage he stepped forward so he was also between his father and the angry commodore.
"As is mine."
Will's face turned pale and he started to step forward.
"Son?'
Jack pushed him back and shook his head.
"No father. I can not loose you."
Sparrow smiled.
"Well, we best be on our way." he said loud enough for all to hear. He started to turn, but Commodore Jefferson caught his blade on the pirate's throat and looked at him angrily.
"You are not going anywhere Sparrow, neither are you Turner!"
Jack Turner remembered the thing in his belt that has weighed him down so much before. 'The gun.'
He took it out slowly and with the swiftness of a man turned it on Jefferson, a shot ran out in the fading sunlight and all watched as the commodore groaned and clutched at his stomach.
Blood was quickly spreading, a staining was growing on his blue and gold outfit.
All the guards turned and tried to help their leader, and although Jack was sad for the loss of a human life, better this man than his father.
Turning on his heel, Will ran for the veranda, both Jack's on his heels.
All three jumped over, another shot rang in the air and a cry was sounded.
The splash of water assaulted his senses, young Turner did not know where to go. He wanted to see who was hurt, he knew it someone. But he could not find his way in the splashing commotion of waves.
A/N: Ok, I know it has been forever since I updated. Do not kill me! And I know this is cliffie but do not get mad!! Please!! I will try and update soon!!!! Just don't kill me, savvy?