Good Ev-ening. You are getting very sleepy. . . you are getting very, very
sleepy, you are asleep! *claps hands* now, when you wake up, you will not,
I repeat, not be mad at the hobbit shortness for taking so long. Alright,
when I snap my fingers, you will wake up. *snaps fingers*
Hello! I'm back with a new chapter! Little Edward is getting ready to go on a trip! *Slaps face* don't tell! *cowers from herself* don't hurt me!
*cough* yup. Read it for yourself. And. . . you're not mad at me are you?
Disclaimer: I don't own Pirates of the Caribbean. But I will on December second!
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I Just Want a Father
Chapter 2- Where is my Father?
Hours later, in the wee hours of the morning, Edward woke to a screeching voice from downstairs.
"EDWARD!" Rose was screaming. "Get down here now! Make breakfast! Quickly!"
Edward hurriedly got dressed and stumbled down the stairs, his eyes adjusting to the bright light of the morning. He was often woken this way, but getting up like that every morning didn't make it any easier. Rose was sitting in the kitchen, a small pot in her hand.
"What's the pot for?" Edward asked.
"For your breakfast," Rose replied.
"What?" Edward exclaimed. "You don't need a pot to make breakfast! What are you making?"
"Eggs," Rose sniped. "And I'm not making them, you are, you selfish brat! I don't have time to make you breakfast! Hurry up!"
Edward slowly got to work making their breakfast. It was too much to hope that Rose would someday make breakfast herself. She was too self- centred for that. If it wasn't that she was too tired to make the breakfast, it was that she couldn't get her hands dirty or that she couldn't find any clean dishes. Any excuse was good enough for her.
Edward finally took the pan off the woodstove and set it on the table. He put the last two eggs on the plate that lay before a small wooden chair. Rose had left only a few minutes before, leaving him to make his own breakfast and to clean up the dishes. Edward sat down heavily and got to work on his eggs.
"Wonder what it's like to live with a caring mother?" Edward wondered out loud as he ate. "I wouldn't have to cook every meal, that's for certain." Edward chewed thoughtfully. He finished his breakfast and washed the dished in the small basin at the opposite end of the room.
"What shall I do today?" Edward said as he dried his hands. "I'll go see Jonathan and Rupert, I think."
Edward slipped on his shoes and trotted outside. He hummed a tune as he made his way down the street. He turned to the harbour and the popular hangout for the children of Tortuga.
"Hey Edward!" his friend Billy called. "We heard you saw the Cap'n Jack!" The boys who were playing nearby all turned to see Edward. "What was he like? Did he really have gold teeth?"
"Aye," Edward replied. "And the beads in his 'air and the jacket on 'is back," Edward rolled his eyes. Of course he did, the boys all saw him.
"Don't be a thinkin that we all saw tha legend 'imself up close," Billy said in retort to the roll of his eyes. "Ye was th'on'y one ta get in tha tavern! We on'y saw 'im from the distance."
"Aye, I believe ye," Edward said. "I'm sorry fer the snark. Rose got up on tha wrong side o' the bed 'gain." The boys groaned in sympathy.
"Oi! Edward!" two voices called from down the dock. Edward turned to see his good friends Rupert and Jonathan running up. He grinned widely.
"Oi!" he called. "What be the rush?"
"To see you o'course!" Rupert exclaimed. "You was th'on'y one te see the Cap'n! We wants to heard what he said to ye!"
"'Fraid I'ma gonna disappoint ye," Edward said sadly. "I didn' get to speak ter 'im ya see. I was so 'cited I just up an' ran 'way!"
"Ye Ran from Captain Jack Sparrow?" Jonathan asked incredulously. "Ye're lying!"
"Wish I was mate," Edward said. "I 'eard him tellin' a story, so I right punched me way up there! But then 'e looked at me strange, see, an'I just up an' ran!" Jaws dropped. The boys stood staring at the little boy in ragged clothing as if he were an alien.
"'E looked at ye strange?" Rupert repeated excitedly. "He saw ye! Maybe he recognised ye from someplace!"
"I can't 'elp but doubt tha'," Edward said, raising an eyebrow. "I ain't never see 'im up close before in me life! He ain't never seen me before."
"You ran!" a boy exclaimed. "Like a little bilge rat from the light!" he threw up his arms and stomped away. Edward looked sheepishly at his friends.
"Don' worry mate, we'll see 'im again," Jonathan told him confidently. "James there-" he indicated the boy stomping away, "-'E's jus' jealous tha' you got tha chance ter see 'im! 'E never even saw 'is shadow!"
"If ye're all so sure," Edward said. "Let's go swimmin'!" The boys shouted excitedly and ran down the dock.
"Las' one in's a bilige rat!" Billy yelled happily. They all threw themselves in the water. They splashed around, yelling in delight.
***
Hours later, Rupert, Jonathan and Edward were to be seen walking slowly home, feet dragging and dripping wet.
"Didja see tha' tackle?" Rupert was saying proudly. The afternoon had progressed into organised wrestling matches. Rupert being one of the strongest he usually came out victorious.
"Aye," Edward said. "It was-"
Three people coming around the corner at the end of the block cut Edward's words short. Edward heard a sharp intake of breath on either side of him.
"Captain Jack Sparrow!" Rupert whispered reverently.
Jack Sparrow, Will Turner and Anamaria had just come around the corner, speaking in quiet voices. Their conversation stilled as they levelled with the three children.
"Good evenin' to ye," Jack said to them. He looked rather disconcerted at their stares. He looked them up and down, taking them all in. He looked to Edward.
"Ain't ye the one I saw las' night?" he asked. "Ye be the child 'o ran 'way from me story tellin'?" he stared Edward in the eye. Edward lowered his gaze and scruffed his feet.
"Aye," he said in barely audible tones. "I saw ye lookin' at me strange." Jack nodded slowly.
"Yer eyes," he said quietly. "It be like a lookin' in the mirror." Edward stared at him.
"Ye think so too?" he asked, breathless.
"Aye." Jack turned to his two companions. "Best be off. We're shovin' off on the morrow. Good day to ye, children."
With that, the three heroes sauntered off down the road, the way the children had come. Rupert and Jonathan stared after them, jaws dropped. Edward stared after the man with his eyes. For five minutes the trio stood there, speechless and mouths gaping. Finally, someone's mother calling her child brought them back to the present.
"Best be getting' home," Edward said gruffly.
"'E did recognize ye, Edward," Rupert said. "'E said ye have the same eyes."
"I 'eard him," Edward said, gazing at the corner where the Captain had disappeared. "I'm off. I'll be needin' to do me chores before Rose gets herself back from tha tavern." Edward waved a goodbye to his friends and ran home.
Once inside, he quickly tidied his room and swept the kitchen floor with an old broom. He set a hasty supper on the table and ran to his room. He flopped on his bed for the second time in as many days, and set himself in for a long hard think.
'Does Captain Jack have a brother? Or maybe some other relatives? Is there some way I could be related to him?' he thought. 'I need to find out who my father is, that's the only way to find out.' Edward set his jaw in determination. He sat down on the cold hard floor and set out his plans.
A while later, a noise downstairs disturbed his thinking process. It was Rose, giggling and drunk from a night at the tavern. Edward hesitated for a moment and then made his way down to the hall. Rose was kissing a strange man very passionately. Edward rolled his eyes and cleared his throat. This went unnoticed. He coughed loudly. Still not reaction, unless there was a slight increase in the passion going into the kiss.
"Rose," Edward said. "Rose. Mother." Nothing. Edward was getting mad. Getting drunk was the worst thing Rose could have done on today of all days. "ROSE!" Rose and her man abruptly broke apart.
"Edward!" Rose said angrily. "What are you doing up? You're supposed to be in bed!"
"No I'm not," Edward said sullenly. "I don't have a bed-time. I'm not an infant."
"Go to bed!" Rose ordered.
"No!" Edward yelled. "I just wanted to have a talk with me mother and she doesn't even care about me! What would ye do without me? Ye don't know how to cook, ye don't know how to clean! Ye'd be nowhere without me!" Edward raged on and on as Rose stood shocked her arm around the stranger.
"Edward!" she said faintly. She seemed to regain some of her composure when Edward stopped yelling. "Gordon, I'm afraid you'll have to leave." Rose gave him a pointed look. The drunken man looked unsure for a moment, then staggered out the door without a word. "Edward, what's gotten into you?" she asked.
"Ye never talk to me! You only care about the work I do!" Edward whined.
"Edward," Rose said warningly. She moved to the shabby living room and took off her tatty coat. "What's all this about?"
"It's about me finding my father." Edward said. Rose whirled around.
"What do ye mean?" she snapped.
"I mean I want to know who my father is, and I want to know now!" Edward shouted.
"I don't know who your father is you selfish brat! You think that if I knew you'd be staying here?" Rose snarled.
"I think you must have at least tried to find out at one point." Edward said. "You must have tried to figure out who you were with the night I was . . . conceived!"
"Conceived? I didn't even know you knew that word!" Rose said, taken by surprise. Edward groaned.
"See what I mean? Ye don't care about me! Ye've missed more than 'alf me childhood! I've been a little bilge rat running along the docks for long enough! I want a real 'ome! With someone who cares about me!" Edward could feel tears coming to his eyes and furiously flicked them away.
"Where did ye learn that word?" Rose asked, oblivious to what he was saying.
"THIS ISN'T ABOUT MY VOCABULARY!" Edward shouted, losing control completely. "YOU DON'T CARE ABOUT ME, SO TELL ME WHO MY FATHER IS!" Rose sat down in a creaky old chair. She took a deep breath.
"I'm not sure who exactly yer father is," she said slowly. "I know there were six men, the two weeks before I found out."
"Who were they? So I know 'em? 'Ave I met them?" Edward bubbled over with questions. But Rose simply raised her hand.
"One was Lee, I've known 'im fer years and years. Philip, ye met 'im once when ye were small. There was Edward, we thought 'e looked like ye when ye were an infant, but you look nothin' like 'im now. James, 'e's the bartender now at the tavern by tha harbour. One was John, you know 'im too, though I don't know when I last saw 'im." Rose thought for a moment.
"Who was the last?" Edward demanded. He matched faces to names as well as he could, but couldn't come up with someone who looked remotely like him. "Who was it?" Rose took a breath.
"Captain Jack Sparrow," she said, her head held high, her face contorted in a mask of hatred. Obviously something had happened to her to be so sickened by saying the name. Edward gasped.
"Captain Jack Sparrow?" he asked faintly. "Of the Black Pearl? The one 'o's 'ere in town now? THE Captain Jack Sparrow?" Rose glared at him.
"Yes, that Captain Jack Sparrow. An' if I ever lay eyes on 'im again 'e won't be fathering anymore children anytime soon." Rose sank into deep thinking, obviously imagining the position Jack Sparrow could be found in after she would be through with him.
"Ye're not serious?" Edward asked. "'E really is me father?"
"Yes 'e is," Rose snapped, breaking out of her reverie. "Are ye 'appy now?"
"Aye," Edward said getting up. "I'll be seeing ye in the mornin'" Edward slowly went to his room.
***
'My father is Captain Jack Sparrow," Edward repeated to himself. "It couldn't be anyone else. He's got my eyes. I've got his eyes. We've got the same eyes. He has to be my father!'
Planning ahead had never been Edward's strong point. If he wanted to do something, he did it, regardless of the consequences. He was an impulsive child, which led him to do what he did next.
He was going to stow away on the Black Pearl.
Edward packed a small bag with a few changes of clothes, some food, and other odds and ends that might be needed while living on a ship. He slung the bag over his shoulder and looked around his room for the last time, or so he told himself.
'I'm not coming back,' he swore. He didn't say it aloud, just swore up and down in his mind. He couldn't risk Rose hearing him. 'I'm leaving to find my father, and unless he's dead, I'm not coming back, no matter what he says.' Edward made his way to the front door.
"Goodbye. . . Mother." Edward opened the door quietly and disappeared into the night.
**
Yay! That was a long chapter. For your patience. I've been very lazy lately . . . as a matter of fact, my mother just spazed at me for taking a nap after school! She's more than a little spazzy, her week isn't complete without six spazzes! Woot, that's a fun word. Spaz. Ha!
Please review if you can find it in your scurvy black hearts to do so! Please excuse any spelling or grammar mistakes, as I said, I'm in a lazy mood lately, so I just can't edit properly without losing focus! :P
I leave you with this random thought:
I smell like stinky cheese!
Hello! I'm back with a new chapter! Little Edward is getting ready to go on a trip! *Slaps face* don't tell! *cowers from herself* don't hurt me!
*cough* yup. Read it for yourself. And. . . you're not mad at me are you?
Disclaimer: I don't own Pirates of the Caribbean. But I will on December second!
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I Just Want a Father
Chapter 2- Where is my Father?
Hours later, in the wee hours of the morning, Edward woke to a screeching voice from downstairs.
"EDWARD!" Rose was screaming. "Get down here now! Make breakfast! Quickly!"
Edward hurriedly got dressed and stumbled down the stairs, his eyes adjusting to the bright light of the morning. He was often woken this way, but getting up like that every morning didn't make it any easier. Rose was sitting in the kitchen, a small pot in her hand.
"What's the pot for?" Edward asked.
"For your breakfast," Rose replied.
"What?" Edward exclaimed. "You don't need a pot to make breakfast! What are you making?"
"Eggs," Rose sniped. "And I'm not making them, you are, you selfish brat! I don't have time to make you breakfast! Hurry up!"
Edward slowly got to work making their breakfast. It was too much to hope that Rose would someday make breakfast herself. She was too self- centred for that. If it wasn't that she was too tired to make the breakfast, it was that she couldn't get her hands dirty or that she couldn't find any clean dishes. Any excuse was good enough for her.
Edward finally took the pan off the woodstove and set it on the table. He put the last two eggs on the plate that lay before a small wooden chair. Rose had left only a few minutes before, leaving him to make his own breakfast and to clean up the dishes. Edward sat down heavily and got to work on his eggs.
"Wonder what it's like to live with a caring mother?" Edward wondered out loud as he ate. "I wouldn't have to cook every meal, that's for certain." Edward chewed thoughtfully. He finished his breakfast and washed the dished in the small basin at the opposite end of the room.
"What shall I do today?" Edward said as he dried his hands. "I'll go see Jonathan and Rupert, I think."
Edward slipped on his shoes and trotted outside. He hummed a tune as he made his way down the street. He turned to the harbour and the popular hangout for the children of Tortuga.
"Hey Edward!" his friend Billy called. "We heard you saw the Cap'n Jack!" The boys who were playing nearby all turned to see Edward. "What was he like? Did he really have gold teeth?"
"Aye," Edward replied. "And the beads in his 'air and the jacket on 'is back," Edward rolled his eyes. Of course he did, the boys all saw him.
"Don't be a thinkin that we all saw tha legend 'imself up close," Billy said in retort to the roll of his eyes. "Ye was th'on'y one ta get in tha tavern! We on'y saw 'im from the distance."
"Aye, I believe ye," Edward said. "I'm sorry fer the snark. Rose got up on tha wrong side o' the bed 'gain." The boys groaned in sympathy.
"Oi! Edward!" two voices called from down the dock. Edward turned to see his good friends Rupert and Jonathan running up. He grinned widely.
"Oi!" he called. "What be the rush?"
"To see you o'course!" Rupert exclaimed. "You was th'on'y one te see the Cap'n! We wants to heard what he said to ye!"
"'Fraid I'ma gonna disappoint ye," Edward said sadly. "I didn' get to speak ter 'im ya see. I was so 'cited I just up an' ran 'way!"
"Ye Ran from Captain Jack Sparrow?" Jonathan asked incredulously. "Ye're lying!"
"Wish I was mate," Edward said. "I 'eard him tellin' a story, so I right punched me way up there! But then 'e looked at me strange, see, an'I just up an' ran!" Jaws dropped. The boys stood staring at the little boy in ragged clothing as if he were an alien.
"'E looked at ye strange?" Rupert repeated excitedly. "He saw ye! Maybe he recognised ye from someplace!"
"I can't 'elp but doubt tha'," Edward said, raising an eyebrow. "I ain't never see 'im up close before in me life! He ain't never seen me before."
"You ran!" a boy exclaimed. "Like a little bilge rat from the light!" he threw up his arms and stomped away. Edward looked sheepishly at his friends.
"Don' worry mate, we'll see 'im again," Jonathan told him confidently. "James there-" he indicated the boy stomping away, "-'E's jus' jealous tha' you got tha chance ter see 'im! 'E never even saw 'is shadow!"
"If ye're all so sure," Edward said. "Let's go swimmin'!" The boys shouted excitedly and ran down the dock.
"Las' one in's a bilige rat!" Billy yelled happily. They all threw themselves in the water. They splashed around, yelling in delight.
***
Hours later, Rupert, Jonathan and Edward were to be seen walking slowly home, feet dragging and dripping wet.
"Didja see tha' tackle?" Rupert was saying proudly. The afternoon had progressed into organised wrestling matches. Rupert being one of the strongest he usually came out victorious.
"Aye," Edward said. "It was-"
Three people coming around the corner at the end of the block cut Edward's words short. Edward heard a sharp intake of breath on either side of him.
"Captain Jack Sparrow!" Rupert whispered reverently.
Jack Sparrow, Will Turner and Anamaria had just come around the corner, speaking in quiet voices. Their conversation stilled as they levelled with the three children.
"Good evenin' to ye," Jack said to them. He looked rather disconcerted at their stares. He looked them up and down, taking them all in. He looked to Edward.
"Ain't ye the one I saw las' night?" he asked. "Ye be the child 'o ran 'way from me story tellin'?" he stared Edward in the eye. Edward lowered his gaze and scruffed his feet.
"Aye," he said in barely audible tones. "I saw ye lookin' at me strange." Jack nodded slowly.
"Yer eyes," he said quietly. "It be like a lookin' in the mirror." Edward stared at him.
"Ye think so too?" he asked, breathless.
"Aye." Jack turned to his two companions. "Best be off. We're shovin' off on the morrow. Good day to ye, children."
With that, the three heroes sauntered off down the road, the way the children had come. Rupert and Jonathan stared after them, jaws dropped. Edward stared after the man with his eyes. For five minutes the trio stood there, speechless and mouths gaping. Finally, someone's mother calling her child brought them back to the present.
"Best be getting' home," Edward said gruffly.
"'E did recognize ye, Edward," Rupert said. "'E said ye have the same eyes."
"I 'eard him," Edward said, gazing at the corner where the Captain had disappeared. "I'm off. I'll be needin' to do me chores before Rose gets herself back from tha tavern." Edward waved a goodbye to his friends and ran home.
Once inside, he quickly tidied his room and swept the kitchen floor with an old broom. He set a hasty supper on the table and ran to his room. He flopped on his bed for the second time in as many days, and set himself in for a long hard think.
'Does Captain Jack have a brother? Or maybe some other relatives? Is there some way I could be related to him?' he thought. 'I need to find out who my father is, that's the only way to find out.' Edward set his jaw in determination. He sat down on the cold hard floor and set out his plans.
A while later, a noise downstairs disturbed his thinking process. It was Rose, giggling and drunk from a night at the tavern. Edward hesitated for a moment and then made his way down to the hall. Rose was kissing a strange man very passionately. Edward rolled his eyes and cleared his throat. This went unnoticed. He coughed loudly. Still not reaction, unless there was a slight increase in the passion going into the kiss.
"Rose," Edward said. "Rose. Mother." Nothing. Edward was getting mad. Getting drunk was the worst thing Rose could have done on today of all days. "ROSE!" Rose and her man abruptly broke apart.
"Edward!" Rose said angrily. "What are you doing up? You're supposed to be in bed!"
"No I'm not," Edward said sullenly. "I don't have a bed-time. I'm not an infant."
"Go to bed!" Rose ordered.
"No!" Edward yelled. "I just wanted to have a talk with me mother and she doesn't even care about me! What would ye do without me? Ye don't know how to cook, ye don't know how to clean! Ye'd be nowhere without me!" Edward raged on and on as Rose stood shocked her arm around the stranger.
"Edward!" she said faintly. She seemed to regain some of her composure when Edward stopped yelling. "Gordon, I'm afraid you'll have to leave." Rose gave him a pointed look. The drunken man looked unsure for a moment, then staggered out the door without a word. "Edward, what's gotten into you?" she asked.
"Ye never talk to me! You only care about the work I do!" Edward whined.
"Edward," Rose said warningly. She moved to the shabby living room and took off her tatty coat. "What's all this about?"
"It's about me finding my father." Edward said. Rose whirled around.
"What do ye mean?" she snapped.
"I mean I want to know who my father is, and I want to know now!" Edward shouted.
"I don't know who your father is you selfish brat! You think that if I knew you'd be staying here?" Rose snarled.
"I think you must have at least tried to find out at one point." Edward said. "You must have tried to figure out who you were with the night I was . . . conceived!"
"Conceived? I didn't even know you knew that word!" Rose said, taken by surprise. Edward groaned.
"See what I mean? Ye don't care about me! Ye've missed more than 'alf me childhood! I've been a little bilge rat running along the docks for long enough! I want a real 'ome! With someone who cares about me!" Edward could feel tears coming to his eyes and furiously flicked them away.
"Where did ye learn that word?" Rose asked, oblivious to what he was saying.
"THIS ISN'T ABOUT MY VOCABULARY!" Edward shouted, losing control completely. "YOU DON'T CARE ABOUT ME, SO TELL ME WHO MY FATHER IS!" Rose sat down in a creaky old chair. She took a deep breath.
"I'm not sure who exactly yer father is," she said slowly. "I know there were six men, the two weeks before I found out."
"Who were they? So I know 'em? 'Ave I met them?" Edward bubbled over with questions. But Rose simply raised her hand.
"One was Lee, I've known 'im fer years and years. Philip, ye met 'im once when ye were small. There was Edward, we thought 'e looked like ye when ye were an infant, but you look nothin' like 'im now. James, 'e's the bartender now at the tavern by tha harbour. One was John, you know 'im too, though I don't know when I last saw 'im." Rose thought for a moment.
"Who was the last?" Edward demanded. He matched faces to names as well as he could, but couldn't come up with someone who looked remotely like him. "Who was it?" Rose took a breath.
"Captain Jack Sparrow," she said, her head held high, her face contorted in a mask of hatred. Obviously something had happened to her to be so sickened by saying the name. Edward gasped.
"Captain Jack Sparrow?" he asked faintly. "Of the Black Pearl? The one 'o's 'ere in town now? THE Captain Jack Sparrow?" Rose glared at him.
"Yes, that Captain Jack Sparrow. An' if I ever lay eyes on 'im again 'e won't be fathering anymore children anytime soon." Rose sank into deep thinking, obviously imagining the position Jack Sparrow could be found in after she would be through with him.
"Ye're not serious?" Edward asked. "'E really is me father?"
"Yes 'e is," Rose snapped, breaking out of her reverie. "Are ye 'appy now?"
"Aye," Edward said getting up. "I'll be seeing ye in the mornin'" Edward slowly went to his room.
***
'My father is Captain Jack Sparrow," Edward repeated to himself. "It couldn't be anyone else. He's got my eyes. I've got his eyes. We've got the same eyes. He has to be my father!'
Planning ahead had never been Edward's strong point. If he wanted to do something, he did it, regardless of the consequences. He was an impulsive child, which led him to do what he did next.
He was going to stow away on the Black Pearl.
Edward packed a small bag with a few changes of clothes, some food, and other odds and ends that might be needed while living on a ship. He slung the bag over his shoulder and looked around his room for the last time, or so he told himself.
'I'm not coming back,' he swore. He didn't say it aloud, just swore up and down in his mind. He couldn't risk Rose hearing him. 'I'm leaving to find my father, and unless he's dead, I'm not coming back, no matter what he says.' Edward made his way to the front door.
"Goodbye. . . Mother." Edward opened the door quietly and disappeared into the night.
**
Yay! That was a long chapter. For your patience. I've been very lazy lately . . . as a matter of fact, my mother just spazed at me for taking a nap after school! She's more than a little spazzy, her week isn't complete without six spazzes! Woot, that's a fun word. Spaz. Ha!
Please review if you can find it in your scurvy black hearts to do so! Please excuse any spelling or grammar mistakes, as I said, I'm in a lazy mood lately, so I just can't edit properly without losing focus! :P
I leave you with this random thought:
I smell like stinky cheese!