A/N Thanks for all the encouraging reviews so far!! Little Jack Sparrow
dolls for everyone!! Please review and tell me what you think. I'm not
going to do what some authors do, and say I need so many reviews before I
continue. I'll probably continue regardless, but I'd love to know what you
think. And I can take criticism.
Chapter Five ~ Marcie has a headache
Although he hated to admit it, Bill was slightly scared of his female rival, he obeyed Rosie's wish, and never mentioned the idea of indulging in a life of piracy in front of her again. He saved that topic for when him and Jack were alone, which seemed to be getting more and more often.
Rosie's aunt, was a strict woman, and she did not greatly approve of her darling niece running around with two rag-tag boys.
So Rosie was snatched from the hands of her friends and taken inside, to learn to be a lady.
"Lady, pah!" Bill scoffed, as the two sat on the end of the pier.
"Missing 'er?" Jack asked with a grin.
"Yeah right!" Bill grumbled. "She's just being plain inconsiderate."
"Not 'er fault she's a girl." Jack said, rather philosophically for him.
"Plain inconsiderate." Bill continued, clearly he wasn't listening.
"At least now we can talk bout pirates without having our 'eads bit off!" Jack said.
Bill nodded, rather absently. "'Eard bout that Anne Bonny, she was gonna be hung, but she were pregnant. . .they can't hang you if you're pregnant."
"Good thing bout being a girl." Jack replied, with a grin.
Bill scowled. "An excuse." He stared across the rippling waters. "Jack?"
"Hmmm."
"You wanna be my first mate?"
Jack burst into laughter. Then realising Bill was serious, he turned to face him. "You better watch your cheek Bill Turner, I won't be captained by no one, I be me own captain." He claimed. "Maybe Rosie will be your first mate!"
Jack ducked to avoid Bill's hand. Bill glared at him, before returning his gaze to the ocean.
"Going to see Marcie tonight?" He asked after a while, breaking the silence.
Jack shook his head. "Nah."
"Why not?"
"She says not." Jack had learnt not to question Marcie, whatever she said, she had a reason to say it. Therefore he obeyed her, unquestioningly, well most of the time. Bill stared at him with a crooked smile.
"Mummy's boy." He said, rather nastily.
But Jack didn't raise to the bait, instead he answered, calmly and coldly. "How's your mum handlin' wit' out your pa?"
Bill fumed in silent contemplation of his father's fate. He closed his eyes and could see his father's body swinging from a noose. It wasn't right.
"Better watch it Bill, you could end up tha' same way."
"I'd be proud. . ." Bill began.
Jack pushed himself up, and walked away. Bill followed.
"Wha's wrong?"
"Look Bill, your pa was guilty, an' you shouldn't end up like 'im, you shouldn't wanta end up swinging from a hangman's noose."
"He was innocent, I'd die to prove that."
"You two bickering again? Can't leave you for ten minutes, an' your at each other's throats." Rosie called.
"Your aunty let you out."
"She's I'm in the garden," she said, with a laugh.
The three walked slowly back through the port. Jack led them back to his house. His father was out, preaching in the pub. It was strange how such a religious man found his answers at the bottom of a bottle. He had quite a stash, Jack had stolen a bottle of rum once, and shared it with Rosie and Bill. It was definitely an acquired taste.
Marcie was at the theatre, it was almost as though she had moved in there on a permanent basis. Not that Jack minded, he too spent more time at the theatre then at home, or anywhere really as long as his father wasn't there.
He led Bill and Rosie into the backyard. They sat chattering on the rocks, talking about nothing in particular. Then the conversation turned on to the subject of fire, how it led on to this it was not certain, but the end result led to disaster.
"Let's make a fire." Whose suggestion it was, they will not now admit.
But one of the three came up with the disastrous idea. They started to collect firewood, and dry leaves to start it with. About half an hour later, Marcie stuck her head out of the back door.
"Jack darling, I've got a splitting headache, I had to come home early. I'm going to bed, try and keep the noise down."
"You okay?" He asked, concerned, dropping the wood he had just collected.
She smiled. "I'm okay, nothing that a good rest can't sort out." She nodded at Rosie and Bill, before retiring back into the house, and disappearing up the stairs.
The three continued to build up the fire, before long Jack lighted it, and the group sat round, staring at the captivating orange flames. Fires burnt quickly in the Caribbean, thriving in the heat, that's why it was so important to put them out, douse the flames when you leave.
The three sat there for quite a while, when Jack's sharp ears heard the opening of the front door, and the unmistakable step of his father. His face whitened with fear.
"Come on, let's go back to the docks for a bit." And without looking at his friends, he ran to the gate and sung it open, Rosie and Bill followed him, having forgotten the fire completely.
The gate swung shut behind them, as they trotted obediently after Jack.
The orange flames began to roar out of control, they consumed the garden in less then fifteen minutes, and after twenty they had reached the house.
Jack's father sat in his chair, his eyes closed, the Bible falling gently from his sleeping hand. The flames spread to the kitchen, feeding on the wooden panels, and floor. Neither of the occupants of the house, Mr Sparrow or Marcie were aware of the danger as they slept on. Jack, Rosie and Bill chatted happily, as they strolled to the docks. The ship they had been admiring that morning had weighed anchor and left. Jack stared at the empty spot on the horizon where it had been stationed earlier in the day.
The fire continued through the house, as the children watched the moon shining across the calm water.
It's strange how tragedy can be so close, yet so far away.
A/N2 Please review!!
Chapter Five ~ Marcie has a headache
Although he hated to admit it, Bill was slightly scared of his female rival, he obeyed Rosie's wish, and never mentioned the idea of indulging in a life of piracy in front of her again. He saved that topic for when him and Jack were alone, which seemed to be getting more and more often.
Rosie's aunt, was a strict woman, and she did not greatly approve of her darling niece running around with two rag-tag boys.
So Rosie was snatched from the hands of her friends and taken inside, to learn to be a lady.
"Lady, pah!" Bill scoffed, as the two sat on the end of the pier.
"Missing 'er?" Jack asked with a grin.
"Yeah right!" Bill grumbled. "She's just being plain inconsiderate."
"Not 'er fault she's a girl." Jack said, rather philosophically for him.
"Plain inconsiderate." Bill continued, clearly he wasn't listening.
"At least now we can talk bout pirates without having our 'eads bit off!" Jack said.
Bill nodded, rather absently. "'Eard bout that Anne Bonny, she was gonna be hung, but she were pregnant. . .they can't hang you if you're pregnant."
"Good thing bout being a girl." Jack replied, with a grin.
Bill scowled. "An excuse." He stared across the rippling waters. "Jack?"
"Hmmm."
"You wanna be my first mate?"
Jack burst into laughter. Then realising Bill was serious, he turned to face him. "You better watch your cheek Bill Turner, I won't be captained by no one, I be me own captain." He claimed. "Maybe Rosie will be your first mate!"
Jack ducked to avoid Bill's hand. Bill glared at him, before returning his gaze to the ocean.
"Going to see Marcie tonight?" He asked after a while, breaking the silence.
Jack shook his head. "Nah."
"Why not?"
"She says not." Jack had learnt not to question Marcie, whatever she said, she had a reason to say it. Therefore he obeyed her, unquestioningly, well most of the time. Bill stared at him with a crooked smile.
"Mummy's boy." He said, rather nastily.
But Jack didn't raise to the bait, instead he answered, calmly and coldly. "How's your mum handlin' wit' out your pa?"
Bill fumed in silent contemplation of his father's fate. He closed his eyes and could see his father's body swinging from a noose. It wasn't right.
"Better watch it Bill, you could end up tha' same way."
"I'd be proud. . ." Bill began.
Jack pushed himself up, and walked away. Bill followed.
"Wha's wrong?"
"Look Bill, your pa was guilty, an' you shouldn't end up like 'im, you shouldn't wanta end up swinging from a hangman's noose."
"He was innocent, I'd die to prove that."
"You two bickering again? Can't leave you for ten minutes, an' your at each other's throats." Rosie called.
"Your aunty let you out."
"She's I'm in the garden," she said, with a laugh.
The three walked slowly back through the port. Jack led them back to his house. His father was out, preaching in the pub. It was strange how such a religious man found his answers at the bottom of a bottle. He had quite a stash, Jack had stolen a bottle of rum once, and shared it with Rosie and Bill. It was definitely an acquired taste.
Marcie was at the theatre, it was almost as though she had moved in there on a permanent basis. Not that Jack minded, he too spent more time at the theatre then at home, or anywhere really as long as his father wasn't there.
He led Bill and Rosie into the backyard. They sat chattering on the rocks, talking about nothing in particular. Then the conversation turned on to the subject of fire, how it led on to this it was not certain, but the end result led to disaster.
"Let's make a fire." Whose suggestion it was, they will not now admit.
But one of the three came up with the disastrous idea. They started to collect firewood, and dry leaves to start it with. About half an hour later, Marcie stuck her head out of the back door.
"Jack darling, I've got a splitting headache, I had to come home early. I'm going to bed, try and keep the noise down."
"You okay?" He asked, concerned, dropping the wood he had just collected.
She smiled. "I'm okay, nothing that a good rest can't sort out." She nodded at Rosie and Bill, before retiring back into the house, and disappearing up the stairs.
The three continued to build up the fire, before long Jack lighted it, and the group sat round, staring at the captivating orange flames. Fires burnt quickly in the Caribbean, thriving in the heat, that's why it was so important to put them out, douse the flames when you leave.
The three sat there for quite a while, when Jack's sharp ears heard the opening of the front door, and the unmistakable step of his father. His face whitened with fear.
"Come on, let's go back to the docks for a bit." And without looking at his friends, he ran to the gate and sung it open, Rosie and Bill followed him, having forgotten the fire completely.
The gate swung shut behind them, as they trotted obediently after Jack.
The orange flames began to roar out of control, they consumed the garden in less then fifteen minutes, and after twenty they had reached the house.
Jack's father sat in his chair, his eyes closed, the Bible falling gently from his sleeping hand. The flames spread to the kitchen, feeding on the wooden panels, and floor. Neither of the occupants of the house, Mr Sparrow or Marcie were aware of the danger as they slept on. Jack, Rosie and Bill chatted happily, as they strolled to the docks. The ship they had been admiring that morning had weighed anchor and left. Jack stared at the empty spot on the horizon where it had been stationed earlier in the day.
The fire continued through the house, as the children watched the moon shining across the calm water.
It's strange how tragedy can be so close, yet so far away.
A/N2 Please review!!
