POTC: a sequel
Chapter 4
Disclaimer: I don't own theses characters. Things would be different if I did.
A/N: Sorry about the lack of updates. My life got a bit hectic and this fic was kinda pushed into a drawer and forgotten for a while. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Downstairs, Will and Elizabeth sighed with relief. Norrington had just left. "That didn't go too badly." Will said. Elizabeth just looked at him. Before she could say anything, the pair heard a cry from upstairs, followed by a thump. Will and Elizabeth looked at each other, then raced upstairs. Elizabeth ran into Charles' room, while Will hurried into Jessica's. "Elizabeth, in here!" Elizabeth ran in, and stopped in shock. Jessica stood with a candleholder raised above her head, wide eyed. Unconscious on the floor below the window was a figure- a figure who, even in the dim light, was very familiar to both adults. "Jessica, are you alright?" Elizabeth asked, rushing over and taking the 'weapon'. Jess nodded. "I'm alright. But I think I killed him." Will walked over. "No, he's still breathing. He's alive." "Although if he doesn't have a darn good reason for being here, I may just kill him myself." Elizabeth muttered, as the man stirred and stood up. He swayed alarmingly for a moment, then looked around. Will stepped forward. "Jack Sparrow, what are you doing here?" "Ah, young Will Turner. Good to see you mate." The pirate and the half- pirate embraced briefly, then Elizabeth stepped up. "Mr Sparrow, kindly explain why you have broken into our house." The pirate turned and swayed again. "Miss Swann." "That's Mrs Turner." His eyebrows shot up. "So you did tie the knot did you? Well, I suppose congratulations are in order. " He pulled a bottle from his coat. "Cheers!" He made to drink, but found the bottle grabbed from his hands and thrown out the window. Jessica had been temporarily forgotten during the exchange, and she didn't like being forgotten. But she was noticed again as she grabbed her candleholder off her mother, as Elizabeth went to hit the intruder with it. The pirate turned to size Jessica up. "And who have we here?" "I'm Jessica Turner." Jess answered, hiding the candlestick behind her. Jack's eyebrows rose again. "Turner. Ah, so Bootstraps has a granddaughter now, does he?" he asked Will. "I see that you're not a eunuch after all." Will glared. Jess looked at the three adults in confusion. "Who's Bootstraps? And how do you know my parents?" "Bootstraps is your grandfather. Don't know if he's still alive though." " That's enough." Elizabeth cut in. "Jack Sparrow, if you do not wish to be hung, you will leave immediately. Will, you're coming with me. Jessica, go to bed." "But mother.." "But nothing, Jessica Scarlett Turner. Get into bed this instant or you will not see the light of day for a month. Will, come on." Will sighed, mouthed an apology to Jack and followed his wife out of the room. "Well, that wasn't at all scarce. " Jack muttered, to himself more that to Jessica. "Well then, Miss Turner, I'd best be making meself scarce. I've no doubt your darling mother was deadly serious about having me hanged." He went to climb out the window, but Jess stopped him. "Wait, Please." Jack stopped and turned. "You knew my grandfather?" "Aye, that I did lass." "And you know my parents?" "You could say that." "How well?" Jack sighed. "Just be blunt, lass. I'm in no mood for twenty questions." "Fine. Do you know what happened on August 17th about 13 or 14 years ago, maybe more?" Sparrow sat on the window ledge. "Aye, about 14 years ago. What makes you ask?" Jess sat on her bed. "They're always acting weird on the day. I know there's something they're not telling me." Jack considered. "How old are you, Miss Turner." "I'm 13. Nearly 14." "Well, if your parents have kept something hidden from you for nigh on 14 years, don't you think that there may be a damn good reason for it?" Jess was silent. Jack nodded. "So you see sense?" "Yes, I can see what you mean." Jess sighed. "Thankyou anyway, Mr Sparrow." "That's captain Sparrow. And you're welcome, luv. Well, I'm off." Jack clambered out the window and was gone. Jess got into her nightgown and got into bed, She was soon asleep.
Disclaimer: I don't own theses characters. Things would be different if I did.
A/N: Sorry about the lack of updates. My life got a bit hectic and this fic was kinda pushed into a drawer and forgotten for a while. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Downstairs, Will and Elizabeth sighed with relief. Norrington had just left. "That didn't go too badly." Will said. Elizabeth just looked at him. Before she could say anything, the pair heard a cry from upstairs, followed by a thump. Will and Elizabeth looked at each other, then raced upstairs. Elizabeth ran into Charles' room, while Will hurried into Jessica's. "Elizabeth, in here!" Elizabeth ran in, and stopped in shock. Jessica stood with a candleholder raised above her head, wide eyed. Unconscious on the floor below the window was a figure- a figure who, even in the dim light, was very familiar to both adults. "Jessica, are you alright?" Elizabeth asked, rushing over and taking the 'weapon'. Jess nodded. "I'm alright. But I think I killed him." Will walked over. "No, he's still breathing. He's alive." "Although if he doesn't have a darn good reason for being here, I may just kill him myself." Elizabeth muttered, as the man stirred and stood up. He swayed alarmingly for a moment, then looked around. Will stepped forward. "Jack Sparrow, what are you doing here?" "Ah, young Will Turner. Good to see you mate." The pirate and the half- pirate embraced briefly, then Elizabeth stepped up. "Mr Sparrow, kindly explain why you have broken into our house." The pirate turned and swayed again. "Miss Swann." "That's Mrs Turner." His eyebrows shot up. "So you did tie the knot did you? Well, I suppose congratulations are in order. " He pulled a bottle from his coat. "Cheers!" He made to drink, but found the bottle grabbed from his hands and thrown out the window. Jessica had been temporarily forgotten during the exchange, and she didn't like being forgotten. But she was noticed again as she grabbed her candleholder off her mother, as Elizabeth went to hit the intruder with it. The pirate turned to size Jessica up. "And who have we here?" "I'm Jessica Turner." Jess answered, hiding the candlestick behind her. Jack's eyebrows rose again. "Turner. Ah, so Bootstraps has a granddaughter now, does he?" he asked Will. "I see that you're not a eunuch after all." Will glared. Jess looked at the three adults in confusion. "Who's Bootstraps? And how do you know my parents?" "Bootstraps is your grandfather. Don't know if he's still alive though." " That's enough." Elizabeth cut in. "Jack Sparrow, if you do not wish to be hung, you will leave immediately. Will, you're coming with me. Jessica, go to bed." "But mother.." "But nothing, Jessica Scarlett Turner. Get into bed this instant or you will not see the light of day for a month. Will, come on." Will sighed, mouthed an apology to Jack and followed his wife out of the room. "Well, that wasn't at all scarce. " Jack muttered, to himself more that to Jessica. "Well then, Miss Turner, I'd best be making meself scarce. I've no doubt your darling mother was deadly serious about having me hanged." He went to climb out the window, but Jess stopped him. "Wait, Please." Jack stopped and turned. "You knew my grandfather?" "Aye, that I did lass." "And you know my parents?" "You could say that." "How well?" Jack sighed. "Just be blunt, lass. I'm in no mood for twenty questions." "Fine. Do you know what happened on August 17th about 13 or 14 years ago, maybe more?" Sparrow sat on the window ledge. "Aye, about 14 years ago. What makes you ask?" Jess sat on her bed. "They're always acting weird on the day. I know there's something they're not telling me." Jack considered. "How old are you, Miss Turner." "I'm 13. Nearly 14." "Well, if your parents have kept something hidden from you for nigh on 14 years, don't you think that there may be a damn good reason for it?" Jess was silent. Jack nodded. "So you see sense?" "Yes, I can see what you mean." Jess sighed. "Thankyou anyway, Mr Sparrow." "That's captain Sparrow. And you're welcome, luv. Well, I'm off." Jack clambered out the window and was gone. Jess got into her nightgown and got into bed, She was soon asleep.
