A/N okay so my last chapter was rather sad and gloomy. I have tried to pick
up a bit, more interaction from the three children!! I promise this is
leading somewhere (I hope!!). Anyway please R &R, constructive criticism is
welcome!! ^_^ anything that helps me improve!!
Chapter Four
But when Bill left the gloomy atmosphere of his once happy home, he became normal again. The sea winds, and bright sunlight refreshed him as he stepped from the doorway. It was like he came alive again, regenerated after his period of concealment. It was two months since his father had died, and at last he had the confidence and reassurance to leave his mother alone. He did not like leaving her, one look at her sad face, and clinging eyes had almost made him stop and run to her. But no, it was better for both of them this way.
He could not stay forever in the house, and his mother had to get use to be on her own. He stepped towards the dock, avoiding the centre of town, the location of the gallows, he had no desire to see another innocent person sent to their death by the unfair and irrepressible navy officers. They seemed to be everywhere, like the rats that plagued the town. The rats searched for food, the navy for sin.
They should look a bit closer to home, Bill thought to himself, as he stared up at the gigantic ships, bobbing on the water.
The navy had come all the way from England to take control of their way of life. Well they weren't needed, and Bill for one wouldn't be the only person glad to see the back of them. But they were here to stay.
He stood there, staring out at the ships for a very long time, when he felt a hand on his shoulder. He turned to see Jack and Rosie standing behind him.
"Bill." She said, warmly. He sensed genuine affection in her voice, and was extremely glad of it. He nodded, and smiled.
Jack had stepped passed them, and was staring at the ship 'The Cruiser' that had just arrived in the port.
"She's beautiful." He breathed.
Rosie looked up from where she was whispering with Bill. "Fancy 'er do you, Jack?"
"Not half." The boy said. "Imagine being Captain of that." He said, still awe-struck with the beautiful ship. She towered above him, a flag blowing wildly in the wind, a navy flag.
"I will be one day."
Rosie choked with laughter. "Oh come on Bill, you get sea sick." She accused.
Jack grinned. "Aye, Bill, you'd never brave the sea."
Bill nodded fiercely. "Would too."
"Gonna be a merchant sailor like your daddy?" Rosie asked.
Bill scowled at the mention of his father. His father had been an extremely competent sailor, who adored the sea with every fibre of his being. He had loved his small, but reliable ship 'The Musketeer', and had hoped his son would follow proudly in his footsteps. But from an early age Bill had showed a disliking for the ocean, much too the disappointment of his father.
"I shamed him enough whilst he lived, Rosie, I won't let 'im down now." Bill said, confidently, puffing out his chest.
Jack grinned. "You gonna be a merchant then? You'll 'ave to fight off the pirates." He told him.
Bill shook his head. "Nah, I ain't gonna be a merchant."
"Told you." Jack said, turning back to face the ship. His hands reached out and he imagined himself stroking her grand wheel. He could almost feel the power in his hands.
"Father was an honest merchant, worked hard every damned day of his life, and you know what he got for it?" Bill demanded.
"Bill. . ." Rosie said, she could clearly see where this was leading.
"He got killed, brutally murdered. . ."
"That's what guilty people get." Jack told him.
Bill made to lunge at Jack, but Rosie stopped him. "Leave it Bill, Jack didn't mean anythin' by it." She turned to Jack. "Jack!" she hissed.
"Like I was saying, you don't get nothin' by being honest."
"I wonder how many men it would take to commandeer a ship like that?" Jack muttered to himself, clearly he was not listening to a word spoken by either of his friends. Rather imagining himself Captain of a grand vessel.
"I'm gonna be a pirate."
Rosie laughed at the ludicrous idea, but then her countenance changed when she saw he was being serious. "My aunty says pirates always get what they deserve." She said, angrily. If there was one thing that bothered Rosie about life, was the danglers on society, those lazy men, who couldn't be bothered to earn a living. No, they had to steal it. That and the 'women of ill repute'.
"My father didn't deserve to die." Bill said, through clenched teeth.
Jack grinned. "Rosie, there's thousand o' hundreds o' pirates sailing those seas, and they ain't all bad."
"Yes they are, every last one o' 'em. Every bloody bone in their despicable lyin' bodies!"
"I bet the navy kill more people then pirates do." Bill continued.
Rosie scoffed. "You must be desperate to make up stupid lies like that!"
"You're so naive Rosie. Go back to your aunt. What would a girl know anyway?" Bill said, angrily.
The last comment stung. Rosie hated being reminded that she was 'only a girl', hardly worthy to be hanging around with Jack and Bill. "Maybe I will." She shouted.
"Go on then!"
"If you even think such stupid thoughts again, Bill Turner. . .you wait and see what I'll do." She turned to Jack. "And you Jack Sparrow, I doubt your father would approve." Knowing she had touched a nerve, she turned and flaunted away.
That night, the three of them went to the theatre to see Marcie perform. All arguments that had passed between them earlier were forgotten. It was like that, their friendship was tested every other day, but no matter how or why they fell out, they would always make up.
After the performance Jack took his friends back stage, where they showered Marcie with praise. She lapped it in, loving every second of it. But Jack picked up instantly on her forced smiles, and fake laugh. The haunted look in her eyes told the real truth, she wasn't planning on staying for much longer. The theatre no longer presented any mystery, any challenge. She looked at Jack with a sorrowful look, as she pretended to laugh.
It started the cogs of worry, ticking in Jack's mind. And that night, as he snuggled under the covers, he could not sleep a wink. His mind was full of a horror-filled world of misery, pain and despair, of darkness and gloom, in short a world without Marcie.
A/N Please review!! Oh and Marcie is short for Marcella. Don't know if it's a real name or figment of my imagination!! Thanks to everyone who has reviewed!! Don't stop now!! ^_^
Chapter Four
But when Bill left the gloomy atmosphere of his once happy home, he became normal again. The sea winds, and bright sunlight refreshed him as he stepped from the doorway. It was like he came alive again, regenerated after his period of concealment. It was two months since his father had died, and at last he had the confidence and reassurance to leave his mother alone. He did not like leaving her, one look at her sad face, and clinging eyes had almost made him stop and run to her. But no, it was better for both of them this way.
He could not stay forever in the house, and his mother had to get use to be on her own. He stepped towards the dock, avoiding the centre of town, the location of the gallows, he had no desire to see another innocent person sent to their death by the unfair and irrepressible navy officers. They seemed to be everywhere, like the rats that plagued the town. The rats searched for food, the navy for sin.
They should look a bit closer to home, Bill thought to himself, as he stared up at the gigantic ships, bobbing on the water.
The navy had come all the way from England to take control of their way of life. Well they weren't needed, and Bill for one wouldn't be the only person glad to see the back of them. But they were here to stay.
He stood there, staring out at the ships for a very long time, when he felt a hand on his shoulder. He turned to see Jack and Rosie standing behind him.
"Bill." She said, warmly. He sensed genuine affection in her voice, and was extremely glad of it. He nodded, and smiled.
Jack had stepped passed them, and was staring at the ship 'The Cruiser' that had just arrived in the port.
"She's beautiful." He breathed.
Rosie looked up from where she was whispering with Bill. "Fancy 'er do you, Jack?"
"Not half." The boy said. "Imagine being Captain of that." He said, still awe-struck with the beautiful ship. She towered above him, a flag blowing wildly in the wind, a navy flag.
"I will be one day."
Rosie choked with laughter. "Oh come on Bill, you get sea sick." She accused.
Jack grinned. "Aye, Bill, you'd never brave the sea."
Bill nodded fiercely. "Would too."
"Gonna be a merchant sailor like your daddy?" Rosie asked.
Bill scowled at the mention of his father. His father had been an extremely competent sailor, who adored the sea with every fibre of his being. He had loved his small, but reliable ship 'The Musketeer', and had hoped his son would follow proudly in his footsteps. But from an early age Bill had showed a disliking for the ocean, much too the disappointment of his father.
"I shamed him enough whilst he lived, Rosie, I won't let 'im down now." Bill said, confidently, puffing out his chest.
Jack grinned. "You gonna be a merchant then? You'll 'ave to fight off the pirates." He told him.
Bill shook his head. "Nah, I ain't gonna be a merchant."
"Told you." Jack said, turning back to face the ship. His hands reached out and he imagined himself stroking her grand wheel. He could almost feel the power in his hands.
"Father was an honest merchant, worked hard every damned day of his life, and you know what he got for it?" Bill demanded.
"Bill. . ." Rosie said, she could clearly see where this was leading.
"He got killed, brutally murdered. . ."
"That's what guilty people get." Jack told him.
Bill made to lunge at Jack, but Rosie stopped him. "Leave it Bill, Jack didn't mean anythin' by it." She turned to Jack. "Jack!" she hissed.
"Like I was saying, you don't get nothin' by being honest."
"I wonder how many men it would take to commandeer a ship like that?" Jack muttered to himself, clearly he was not listening to a word spoken by either of his friends. Rather imagining himself Captain of a grand vessel.
"I'm gonna be a pirate."
Rosie laughed at the ludicrous idea, but then her countenance changed when she saw he was being serious. "My aunty says pirates always get what they deserve." She said, angrily. If there was one thing that bothered Rosie about life, was the danglers on society, those lazy men, who couldn't be bothered to earn a living. No, they had to steal it. That and the 'women of ill repute'.
"My father didn't deserve to die." Bill said, through clenched teeth.
Jack grinned. "Rosie, there's thousand o' hundreds o' pirates sailing those seas, and they ain't all bad."
"Yes they are, every last one o' 'em. Every bloody bone in their despicable lyin' bodies!"
"I bet the navy kill more people then pirates do." Bill continued.
Rosie scoffed. "You must be desperate to make up stupid lies like that!"
"You're so naive Rosie. Go back to your aunt. What would a girl know anyway?" Bill said, angrily.
The last comment stung. Rosie hated being reminded that she was 'only a girl', hardly worthy to be hanging around with Jack and Bill. "Maybe I will." She shouted.
"Go on then!"
"If you even think such stupid thoughts again, Bill Turner. . .you wait and see what I'll do." She turned to Jack. "And you Jack Sparrow, I doubt your father would approve." Knowing she had touched a nerve, she turned and flaunted away.
That night, the three of them went to the theatre to see Marcie perform. All arguments that had passed between them earlier were forgotten. It was like that, their friendship was tested every other day, but no matter how or why they fell out, they would always make up.
After the performance Jack took his friends back stage, where they showered Marcie with praise. She lapped it in, loving every second of it. But Jack picked up instantly on her forced smiles, and fake laugh. The haunted look in her eyes told the real truth, she wasn't planning on staying for much longer. The theatre no longer presented any mystery, any challenge. She looked at Jack with a sorrowful look, as she pretended to laugh.
It started the cogs of worry, ticking in Jack's mind. And that night, as he snuggled under the covers, he could not sleep a wink. His mind was full of a horror-filled world of misery, pain and despair, of darkness and gloom, in short a world without Marcie.
A/N Please review!! Oh and Marcie is short for Marcella. Don't know if it's a real name or figment of my imagination!! Thanks to everyone who has reviewed!! Don't stop now!! ^_^
