Chapter 6: Explanations and exploits of Captain Jack Sparrow
For the last two weeks Jack had been by Will's side as he slept. He had muttered prayers to whatever higher powers would listen, praying that Will be return to him. He knew that it was his fault this had happened. He knew Will was in this dangerous, long sleep because he hadn't been fast enough.
Jack felt like he was falling now as well. He had known that Will was alive. His sturdy love for Jack had kept him alive. Oh, how Jack wished that he hadn't been simply a memory to Will for the past two years. But alas, fate had other plans for him. The heathen gods had other plans for him. She had other plans for him. But her plans had been so different from the heathen gods. They had been righteous, good plans. He still remembered the day that he decided to leave everything and everyone. The day he decided to become pirate. The day she died. And the first day that he started to hear others thoughts.
The thoughts of the dead; the thoughts of the living. Her thoughts. The thoughts of his lady Pearl. The thoughts of his sister's spirit, entombed in the walls of the glorious ship. She breathed by the way of the wood and of the frame. She had become one with the decks and had always supported Jack's feet as he swayed about her decks. The heathen gods had trapped her spirit in the decks. What had she done? She had given Jack the power to hear the thoughts of others.
Jack still remembered the day, that first day. The first day his mind said, "Hello." Jack lost himself in the memory and failed to notice the pleading of his love to be woken up. It wasn't a good day. Jack had woken up with a bad feeling in the pit of his stomach. He immediately noticed the particular chill in the air, the unnerving stillness of his hut. It was fall, and Jack was a young lad of 14. He and his sister lived together in an abandoned hut, out in the forest of Port Royal. Back then he wasn't known as Jack Sparrow. He was known as Jonathan Henry Welsh. However, he had always preferred that his friends and he had many, call him Jack, not John or even worse, Johnny. He was a shunned socialite from England whose parents had been killed as pirates raided the village. Jack made a narrow escape with his beloved sister, leaving him with 's' long scar, running across the width of his broad pectorals. His sister escaped with a large scar that cut across the whole of her left cheek.
Jack lost his parents when he was eight. His parents had brought their death upon themselves. They had double dealt some privateers, ever tainting the Welsh name. Jack could never be Jack Welsh again. Jack let Serenity pick out his name. She chose it because the first thing she saw when she woke up in their new home was a sparrow. Its nest was on the windowsill and it was twittering happily. Jack and his sister had always been very close, both in age and matters of the heart. When they had both turned 11, the two had become lovers. Jack used to care about God's opinion back then. He was worried it was sinful that they had shared each others intimate embrace.
Serenity always knew how to settle him. She was not serenity to him just in name, but in essence as well. The one constant in his life was she. And what a glorious constant she was. She was kind, sweet, and while she was fragile she was very strong. She was his lover, his sister, and his best friend in the world. But then they were discovered. A lad in Jack's years, name of James Norrington had heard the woman he fancied, Serenity, whisper Jack's true name into his ear. He had followed them to their makeshift home, and watched with repulsion and horror as Jack started to make love to the woman of his dreams. He watched the entire way through, and as Serenity's passion grew so did his rage. His rage and his jealousy. He ran home after the two had fallen into slumber, and informed his father, the current Governor of Port Royal.
What James didn't know was that his father was a black Governor. At heart, his father was a pirate. His crew was the same that had killed Jack's parents. They had planned to kill both Jack and Serenity on the same day, at the same time. Under cover of darkness, they would sneak into the house and kill the two, then leave the bodies to be discovered on the playground. The main reason that they wanted to kill the children was because Serenity knew witchcraft. These men were Bible black tyrants.
Serenity had wanted Jack to be able to hear the thoughts of others. She had wanted him to be able to read her mind. It was an innocent wish, and she prayed to the heathen gods because she figured shed have more luck with them. She was a sweet, naïve girl whose mind, despite all, was still innocent. Jack made sure that it stayed that way. But he had no idea of the cost. One night he went out to the pub, trying to win a few bucks price fighting. That was the night they came. Serenity was a strong girl, but she was also too deep a sleeper for her own good. She never heard the rustle of the fallen leaves or the footsteps on the wooden floor. She never heard anything. But all the world could hear would be a moment's silence, followed by the shot of a pistol as they shot her through the side of the head.
James father raped her corpse, then carried it to the playground as planned. He ignored Jack's absence, he'd get him yet. That dawn, Jack dragged himself into their house, with both a black eye and a bag full of doubloons. He was so tired he didn't even notice her absence, or the chill in the air that he felt when he woke the next morning. He woke up, and went straight to school, thinking Serenity might be there. He could hear the playground school bell ring in his mind, recalling the scene.
For the last two weeks Jack had been by Will's side as he slept. He had muttered prayers to whatever higher powers would listen, praying that Will be return to him. He knew that it was his fault this had happened. He knew Will was in this dangerous, long sleep because he hadn't been fast enough.
Jack felt like he was falling now as well. He had known that Will was alive. His sturdy love for Jack had kept him alive. Oh, how Jack wished that he hadn't been simply a memory to Will for the past two years. But alas, fate had other plans for him. The heathen gods had other plans for him. She had other plans for him. But her plans had been so different from the heathen gods. They had been righteous, good plans. He still remembered the day that he decided to leave everything and everyone. The day he decided to become pirate. The day she died. And the first day that he started to hear others thoughts.
The thoughts of the dead; the thoughts of the living. Her thoughts. The thoughts of his lady Pearl. The thoughts of his sister's spirit, entombed in the walls of the glorious ship. She breathed by the way of the wood and of the frame. She had become one with the decks and had always supported Jack's feet as he swayed about her decks. The heathen gods had trapped her spirit in the decks. What had she done? She had given Jack the power to hear the thoughts of others.
Jack still remembered the day, that first day. The first day his mind said, "Hello." Jack lost himself in the memory and failed to notice the pleading of his love to be woken up. It wasn't a good day. Jack had woken up with a bad feeling in the pit of his stomach. He immediately noticed the particular chill in the air, the unnerving stillness of his hut. It was fall, and Jack was a young lad of 14. He and his sister lived together in an abandoned hut, out in the forest of Port Royal. Back then he wasn't known as Jack Sparrow. He was known as Jonathan Henry Welsh. However, he had always preferred that his friends and he had many, call him Jack, not John or even worse, Johnny. He was a shunned socialite from England whose parents had been killed as pirates raided the village. Jack made a narrow escape with his beloved sister, leaving him with 's' long scar, running across the width of his broad pectorals. His sister escaped with a large scar that cut across the whole of her left cheek.
Jack lost his parents when he was eight. His parents had brought their death upon themselves. They had double dealt some privateers, ever tainting the Welsh name. Jack could never be Jack Welsh again. Jack let Serenity pick out his name. She chose it because the first thing she saw when she woke up in their new home was a sparrow. Its nest was on the windowsill and it was twittering happily. Jack and his sister had always been very close, both in age and matters of the heart. When they had both turned 11, the two had become lovers. Jack used to care about God's opinion back then. He was worried it was sinful that they had shared each others intimate embrace.
Serenity always knew how to settle him. She was not serenity to him just in name, but in essence as well. The one constant in his life was she. And what a glorious constant she was. She was kind, sweet, and while she was fragile she was very strong. She was his lover, his sister, and his best friend in the world. But then they were discovered. A lad in Jack's years, name of James Norrington had heard the woman he fancied, Serenity, whisper Jack's true name into his ear. He had followed them to their makeshift home, and watched with repulsion and horror as Jack started to make love to the woman of his dreams. He watched the entire way through, and as Serenity's passion grew so did his rage. His rage and his jealousy. He ran home after the two had fallen into slumber, and informed his father, the current Governor of Port Royal.
What James didn't know was that his father was a black Governor. At heart, his father was a pirate. His crew was the same that had killed Jack's parents. They had planned to kill both Jack and Serenity on the same day, at the same time. Under cover of darkness, they would sneak into the house and kill the two, then leave the bodies to be discovered on the playground. The main reason that they wanted to kill the children was because Serenity knew witchcraft. These men were Bible black tyrants.
Serenity had wanted Jack to be able to hear the thoughts of others. She had wanted him to be able to read her mind. It was an innocent wish, and she prayed to the heathen gods because she figured shed have more luck with them. She was a sweet, naïve girl whose mind, despite all, was still innocent. Jack made sure that it stayed that way. But he had no idea of the cost. One night he went out to the pub, trying to win a few bucks price fighting. That was the night they came. Serenity was a strong girl, but she was also too deep a sleeper for her own good. She never heard the rustle of the fallen leaves or the footsteps on the wooden floor. She never heard anything. But all the world could hear would be a moment's silence, followed by the shot of a pistol as they shot her through the side of the head.
James father raped her corpse, then carried it to the playground as planned. He ignored Jack's absence, he'd get him yet. That dawn, Jack dragged himself into their house, with both a black eye and a bag full of doubloons. He was so tired he didn't even notice her absence, or the chill in the air that he felt when he woke the next morning. He woke up, and went straight to school, thinking Serenity might be there. He could hear the playground school bell ring in his mind, recalling the scene.