Ok. Second, hopefully better chapter.
Usual disclaimer.
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Chapter Two - Murder
(Four years later)
Jack was wandering through the darkened halls of the Moineau family home. It was early evening, time for small children to be in bed, but the small boy had heard strange noises, like the breaking of glass. His little three- year-old sister Ana-Maria was waddling behind him. The sound had come from their parent's sitting room. Peeping round the door, Jack's eyes widened enormously at the sight of two black clad figures, slipping effortlessly into the room. Their mother sat with her back to the window. She lifted her head, and began to smile at her two children. Ana had pushed her head round the door too; just in time to see a dagger raised high above her mother's body, before it was thrust through her body.
Ana screamed. Jack screamed. Two rough hands were placed over their mouths from behind them, as the two figures slipped from the room.
Struggling to free themselves, the two children came face to face with their silencer. It was their father. He looked down at them sternly, looked straight into their frightened eyes.
"She was a pirate, little ones. She was a bad person."
With that, he pushed them roughly away, and turned on his heel.
"And so are you two pirates." He muttered under his breath.
(Thirteen years later. Jack - 17. Ana - 16)
Jack sat alone in his room. The window was open, allowing the fresh sea air to enter his room. Jack found it strangely comforting. He heard the teasing voice of his older sister Lucinda, outside his door.
"Scared are you? Scared of dancing?"
Jack clenched his fists. He looked at his reflection in the mirror. Shoulder length straight black hair, dark brown eyes, and tanned skin. Nothing like his father. Nothing like Jacob. Nothing like Lucinda. Everything like Ana-Maria; everything like his mother. His dead mother. His murdered mother. (A.N. If anyone's seen 'Benny and Joon' that J.Depp was in, kind of like that.)
Ever since she'd been murdered, he and Ana had been the black sheep of the family. Their father had found a new wife. A stern English woman. This meant two more siblings. Beatrice, and Nathaniel.
Jack rose from his desk and opened his bedroom door. He was greeted by a tub of water in the face. The high, mocking laughter of sister Lucinda cut through the air, mingled with the hearty chortles of his other older sibling Jacob.
Jack shut the door again, as the older two rushed off. His clothes were soaked. His best clothes. There was supposed to be a ball this evening. In an hour. There was no chance of his being ready in time. Changing into dryer, and in his opinion more comfortable clothing, Jack stepped over to his window. Making sure to grab a large, floppy brimmed hat off his desk first.
Jack hated dances. It wasn't the dancing, but the almost embarrassing way that his father tried to push Ana and himself off to dance with wealthy aristocrats, in the hope of ridding himself of his two 'pirate' children.
He opened the window, and slipped out onto the sloping roof that ran along under the ledge. Dropping down onto the servants quarters roof from there, he dropped lightly onto the grass.
Running down to the gates, he placed the hat on his head, and scrabbled over the wall. Rushing down into the bustling hubbub of Port Jashal, Jack felt free. Away from the confined space of the Moineau house, he felt alive.
Ana-Maria was also in her room. Various maids were pulling, pushing, shoving and pinning her into her evening costume. Once again she must face the uppity crowds of highborn aristocrats. Once again she would be forced to dance with Lieutenant Darman, the hateful man her father seemed so eager for her to get on with.
Jack was still running. He didn't want to stop, what was the point of walking everywhere if you could run?
Once he was well hidden in the crowds, he slowed down. Jack just liked to walk around the town. Not doing anything particular, just enjoying the sense of freedom. And the rest from his older siblings teasing.
Suddenly, he was grabbed from behind.
"Master Moineau, I must insist you return to your home. It's too dangerous out here."
It was a city guard. Jack sighed.
"Everyone else seems to be alright."
The guard looked confused. Jack wasted no time in racing off in the opposite direction. However, as quick as he was, he could not stop the fat guard stepping out in front of him.
"Oommppf!"
The man grabbed Jack's wrist. The other guard grasped Jack's other hand, and together, they frogmarched the boy back toward his home. Jack glowered as the hated building hove into view. His prison, his cage for seventeen miserable years of teasing, loneliness and 'being brought up properly'.
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How was that? It will get more angsty. And if anyone reviews and says about OOC stuff, well . . .this is before they were the Jack Sparrow and Ana- Maria that we know and love. Lol. But don't worry; Jack isn't going to be a wimp. Neither is Ana come to that.
Usual disclaimer.
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Chapter Two - Murder
(Four years later)
Jack was wandering through the darkened halls of the Moineau family home. It was early evening, time for small children to be in bed, but the small boy had heard strange noises, like the breaking of glass. His little three- year-old sister Ana-Maria was waddling behind him. The sound had come from their parent's sitting room. Peeping round the door, Jack's eyes widened enormously at the sight of two black clad figures, slipping effortlessly into the room. Their mother sat with her back to the window. She lifted her head, and began to smile at her two children. Ana had pushed her head round the door too; just in time to see a dagger raised high above her mother's body, before it was thrust through her body.
Ana screamed. Jack screamed. Two rough hands were placed over their mouths from behind them, as the two figures slipped from the room.
Struggling to free themselves, the two children came face to face with their silencer. It was their father. He looked down at them sternly, looked straight into their frightened eyes.
"She was a pirate, little ones. She was a bad person."
With that, he pushed them roughly away, and turned on his heel.
"And so are you two pirates." He muttered under his breath.
(Thirteen years later. Jack - 17. Ana - 16)
Jack sat alone in his room. The window was open, allowing the fresh sea air to enter his room. Jack found it strangely comforting. He heard the teasing voice of his older sister Lucinda, outside his door.
"Scared are you? Scared of dancing?"
Jack clenched his fists. He looked at his reflection in the mirror. Shoulder length straight black hair, dark brown eyes, and tanned skin. Nothing like his father. Nothing like Jacob. Nothing like Lucinda. Everything like Ana-Maria; everything like his mother. His dead mother. His murdered mother. (A.N. If anyone's seen 'Benny and Joon' that J.Depp was in, kind of like that.)
Ever since she'd been murdered, he and Ana had been the black sheep of the family. Their father had found a new wife. A stern English woman. This meant two more siblings. Beatrice, and Nathaniel.
Jack rose from his desk and opened his bedroom door. He was greeted by a tub of water in the face. The high, mocking laughter of sister Lucinda cut through the air, mingled with the hearty chortles of his other older sibling Jacob.
Jack shut the door again, as the older two rushed off. His clothes were soaked. His best clothes. There was supposed to be a ball this evening. In an hour. There was no chance of his being ready in time. Changing into dryer, and in his opinion more comfortable clothing, Jack stepped over to his window. Making sure to grab a large, floppy brimmed hat off his desk first.
Jack hated dances. It wasn't the dancing, but the almost embarrassing way that his father tried to push Ana and himself off to dance with wealthy aristocrats, in the hope of ridding himself of his two 'pirate' children.
He opened the window, and slipped out onto the sloping roof that ran along under the ledge. Dropping down onto the servants quarters roof from there, he dropped lightly onto the grass.
Running down to the gates, he placed the hat on his head, and scrabbled over the wall. Rushing down into the bustling hubbub of Port Jashal, Jack felt free. Away from the confined space of the Moineau house, he felt alive.
Ana-Maria was also in her room. Various maids were pulling, pushing, shoving and pinning her into her evening costume. Once again she must face the uppity crowds of highborn aristocrats. Once again she would be forced to dance with Lieutenant Darman, the hateful man her father seemed so eager for her to get on with.
Jack was still running. He didn't want to stop, what was the point of walking everywhere if you could run?
Once he was well hidden in the crowds, he slowed down. Jack just liked to walk around the town. Not doing anything particular, just enjoying the sense of freedom. And the rest from his older siblings teasing.
Suddenly, he was grabbed from behind.
"Master Moineau, I must insist you return to your home. It's too dangerous out here."
It was a city guard. Jack sighed.
"Everyone else seems to be alright."
The guard looked confused. Jack wasted no time in racing off in the opposite direction. However, as quick as he was, he could not stop the fat guard stepping out in front of him.
"Oommppf!"
The man grabbed Jack's wrist. The other guard grasped Jack's other hand, and together, they frogmarched the boy back toward his home. Jack glowered as the hated building hove into view. His prison, his cage for seventeen miserable years of teasing, loneliness and 'being brought up properly'.
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How was that? It will get more angsty. And if anyone reviews and says about OOC stuff, well . . .this is before they were the Jack Sparrow and Ana- Maria that we know and love. Lol. But don't worry; Jack isn't going to be a wimp. Neither is Ana come to that.