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Chapter 7- Escape and Recapture
Edward blinked up at Jack for a moment. Bradley took his seat again, and Jack leaned back against the desk. Edward swallowed hard past the lump that had formed in his throat. He was starting to sweat. Now that it came right down to it, he was scared stiff that Jack wouldn't believe they were father and son.
"C- Captain Jack?" Edward said hesitantly. "Do ye remember the las' time ye was in Tortuga?"
"Aye," Jack said, a smile lighting his face. "Nobody could get 'nough o' me, be'n an 'ero an' all."
"D'ye 'appen to remember talkin' to a li'tle boy, ho you looked into his eyes?" Edward inquired, trying not to let Bradley hear any details about their earlier meeting. Jack narrowed his eyes to think. Suddenly his eyes went wide and he looked at Edward as though he'd seen a ghost.
"Ye?" he exclaimed. "That was ye? Lemme see yer eyes. . . " Jack bent down over Edward and peered at him. "T'is!"
Bradley understood not a word of this conversation. He stood angrily, knocking his chair over. His grey eyes flashed, and oddly, his scars became more prominent.
"Ye said ye'd never seen the boy before," he snapped at Jack. Jack gave him a disgusted look.
"Does no one lis'en to me?" he asking in a long-suffering voice. "I said, not that I can remember. I do remember now. The boy's words've sparked a memory, as ye might say. Now, can the boy continue?" Bradley narrowed his eyes at Jack's easy words, but picked his chair up and sat back down. Rolling his eyes, Jack turned back to Edward.
"Now, wha's that about Tortuga?" Jack asked. Edward chewed his lip.
"Ye don' 'appen to know a. . . er. . . harlot, named Rose, do ye?" Edward asked. Jack smiled at Edward's obvious discomfort on the subject.
"Rose. . . Rose. . ." he muttered. Sudden recognition lit Jack's face. "Ah, yes I remember her! What about it?" Edward looked at the floor.
"She was my mother. . . " he said inaudibly. Jack leaned down to hear.
"Sorry, didn't catch that," he said. Edward stared Jack in the eyes.
"She was my mother, " he said, trying to convey the meaning through his eyes, so alike to Jack's. Jack looked confused for a moment, but then, keeping his eyes locked to Edward's, he understood.
"Oh. . . "Jack said slowly, standing straight. "Oh," he repeated. Bradley stood slowly.
"Jack, did'ye not know?" he said condescendingly. "Yer own lit'le son. An' e's already twelve years old! 'Ow could ye not know?" Jack shot Bradley the dirtiest look Edward had ever seen.
"'Ow do we know tha' lit'le Edward 'ere isn't makin' up stories?" Jack asked Bradley. He seemed suddenly unconcerned about Edward, as though he had suddenly been reduced to nothing of more importance than a rat. Edward's face registered his surprise, no matter how hard he tried to conceal it.
"After all," Jack continued, "We all know 'ow many kids wan' their fathers to be just like me. I've become a national 'ero, fer the children anyway." He threw a smirk in Bradley's direction. "I'm not sure we should be belive'n this child." Edward's jaw dropped at the unrealistic view Jack was taking on the subject. He opened and closed his mouth like a fish, unable to come up with anything reasonable to say.
Bradley was just as thrown. He stared incredulously at Jack. The sight of the strong captain Bradley would have been comical, had the situation not been so grave.
"Ye-Ye. . . Ye don' believe 'e's yer son?" Bradley gasped.
"Got no good reason to," Jack said flippantly. "'E's jus' a child 'ho 'appens to be the child of a whore. No logical reason for me to believe that 'e's me son. Now Bradley, if this is all that you've got to show me, please allow me to return to my ship. I've got pressing business to attend to." Jack stepped to the door, but Bradley beat him to it.
"Ye'll not be going anywhere," Bradley snarled. "'E's yer son an' ye know it, I know it, an' 'e knows it. Ye'll be stayin' here." Bradley stepped quickly outside, and Jack and Edward could clearly hear him locking the door and stepping away. As soon as his footsteps had faded away, Jack came closer to Edward.
"My son," he whispered, more to himself than to Edward. "My son, Edward Sparrow. . . "
"Aye," Edward said. "Tha's me name. Jack, 'ow are ye going to get us outta here?" Jack seemed not to hear and kept repeating "my son" to himself, over and over, as though trying to get used to the idea.
" Jack," Edward said urgently. "We need to get outta 'ere, quickly!" Jack shook his head.
"Aye," he said. "I've got me crew on standby in bat'le positions. When I give th' signal they're all gonna start blowing the ship te pieces. I need's te get me 'and outta 'ere tha's all tha's needed. Then when me crew starts blastin' us, Bradley'll 'ave more on 'is mind than a coupl'a prisoners an' we can knock the door down." Jack wandered over to look at the hinges on which the door hung. The door opened outwards, so if they could possibly get the pins out of the hinges, the door would swing open on the lock.
After a few moment's inspection, Jack wandered back to the chair and sat heavily. He put his boots on the table and a finger to his lips in the universal sign for silence. Edward complied, and sat down in the corner.
A few moments later Bradley came back in, worked up into a horrible temper.
"Somethin' wrong Bradley?" Jack asked with a grin.
"Like ye don' know," Bradley snapped. "Get outta me chair." Jack stood slowly, and Bradley pushed him out of the way and sat down. Jack stepped slowly away from the desk so as not to attract Bradley's attention.
"Edward!" Bradley shouted. Edward jumped up and hurried to the desk. "Ye're 'is son?" Edward nodded. "Why don' 'e believe ye?" Edward raised his eyebrows.
"Why ain't ye askin' 'im?" he asked. "I dunno 'ow 'is brain works." Edward looked up at Jack, but quickly shifted his gaze back to Bradley. Jack was standing with the door open, his hand stuck halfway out, standing with his back to the door so that at first glance you couldn't see what he was doing. Edward kept Bradley's gaze so he wouldn't pay too much attention to Jack.
"I didn't never 'ave a conversation with 'im before. I didn' never find out why 'e don't believe me. 'E's jus' a big bilige rat." Edward heard an almost inaudible click as the door shut behind Jack, and he turned to look at his father. "I don' know why I ever came te find ye," he spat at Jack. "Ye'd never care te 'ave a son. Ye's never even cared 'bout anyone!" Jack sent him a steely glare that made Edward shiver, even though he knew that he was going to get them out of this.
"I 'ave no son," Jack said icily. "I 'ave me ship an' the sea, an' tha's all this pirate needs."
Edward and Jack glared at each other while Bradley looked on in silence. Neither of them looked away, though Edward felt a chuckle come to his throat. He swallowed hard and frowned deeper, until suddenly a crash ripped through the air. Bradley was up out of his chair like a shot.
"Wha's yer nutty crew doin'?" he yelled at Jack before crashing through the door, pausing to lock it from the outside as he went to direct his crew.
"Quickly!" Jack exclaimed. "We don't have much time!" Jack hurried to the door and tugged the pins from the hinges. Jack held the door up as it threatened to open too fast. He squatted down and opened the door a crack. Edward hurried over to look.
Pirates were running back and forth across the decks rolling cannon balls, pulling ropes, shouting challenges. Some of Jack's pirates had swung over to the Nightglider and were fighting with their cutlasses. The Black Pearl was shooting shot after shot after shot; explosions rocked the boat. Seeing the mayhem as the perfect cover for their escape, Jack opened the door wider and crept out. Edward followed just behind, and shut the door so that it looked as though the door was still shut and locked. It wouldn't stay like that for long, the explosions were sure to knock it down, but it would buy them a few moments.
Jack and Edward made their way through the fighting crowd. They crept up to the mast and grabbed a rope at random. They swung over to the Black Pearl and landed heavily on the deck. Gibbs, who had been fighting only a few feet from where they landed, stared at them in shock.
"Jack?" he said incredulously, before the pirate he was fighting drew his attention back. Jack jumped up and pulled Edward down hatch leading to the lower decks. Jack was halfway there when Edward was roughly pulled from his grasp.
"JACK!" Edward screamed. "JACK! HELP!" desperately trying to escape, Edward flailed his arms in Jack's direction. Jack sprang up to help Edward, but the pirate knocked him down and took off toward the Nightglider.
"DAD!" Edward cried, seeing his father sprawled on the decks as though dead. He thrashed and flailed, but nothing loosened the grip the pirate had on him.
Edward's heart sank as he felt himself fly through the air, swinging back over to the Nightglider. He pounded on the pirate's back, but as his hope failed, so did his strength. Edward was thrown roughly onto the deck, and kicked down a flight of stairs, right to Captain Bradley's feet. Captain Bradley bared his rotting teeth in a rude grin.
"Welcome back to the Nightglider, Edward."
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I'm sorry it took so long to get up, but I've been banned from the computer for a week. This had been ready to be put up since last Sunday, but me father's been a real jerk lately, and he don't want me doin' nuthin. Ahh, bad grammar. Haha.
Yes, I'm very sorry, but I've been in trouble. I love you all, and . . . yup, I love you all.
Now. . . I've been really happy! woot for passing exams! *dances* I passed them all with nothing less than an 85! *dances some more* and now I've got the bast term EVER. . . Math 11 advanced, Drama (I LOVE drama class!), English (ENGLISH ROCKS!) and Keyboarding. Keyboarding is boring. . . though as soon as we start typing words it should be fun.
I adore Drama and English! I have them together, which makes it even better! I have the best drama teacher ever! We played this game called push the other day. . . mine and Devon's hands were shaking with the pressure we were putting on the air! Haha. . . yeah.
Please review me hearties!
Disclaimer: I own nothing except my copy of the movie and my cardboard cut- out.
!@#$
Chapter 7- Escape and Recapture
Edward blinked up at Jack for a moment. Bradley took his seat again, and Jack leaned back against the desk. Edward swallowed hard past the lump that had formed in his throat. He was starting to sweat. Now that it came right down to it, he was scared stiff that Jack wouldn't believe they were father and son.
"C- Captain Jack?" Edward said hesitantly. "Do ye remember the las' time ye was in Tortuga?"
"Aye," Jack said, a smile lighting his face. "Nobody could get 'nough o' me, be'n an 'ero an' all."
"D'ye 'appen to remember talkin' to a li'tle boy, ho you looked into his eyes?" Edward inquired, trying not to let Bradley hear any details about their earlier meeting. Jack narrowed his eyes to think. Suddenly his eyes went wide and he looked at Edward as though he'd seen a ghost.
"Ye?" he exclaimed. "That was ye? Lemme see yer eyes. . . " Jack bent down over Edward and peered at him. "T'is!"
Bradley understood not a word of this conversation. He stood angrily, knocking his chair over. His grey eyes flashed, and oddly, his scars became more prominent.
"Ye said ye'd never seen the boy before," he snapped at Jack. Jack gave him a disgusted look.
"Does no one lis'en to me?" he asking in a long-suffering voice. "I said, not that I can remember. I do remember now. The boy's words've sparked a memory, as ye might say. Now, can the boy continue?" Bradley narrowed his eyes at Jack's easy words, but picked his chair up and sat back down. Rolling his eyes, Jack turned back to Edward.
"Now, wha's that about Tortuga?" Jack asked. Edward chewed his lip.
"Ye don' 'appen to know a. . . er. . . harlot, named Rose, do ye?" Edward asked. Jack smiled at Edward's obvious discomfort on the subject.
"Rose. . . Rose. . ." he muttered. Sudden recognition lit Jack's face. "Ah, yes I remember her! What about it?" Edward looked at the floor.
"She was my mother. . . " he said inaudibly. Jack leaned down to hear.
"Sorry, didn't catch that," he said. Edward stared Jack in the eyes.
"She was my mother, " he said, trying to convey the meaning through his eyes, so alike to Jack's. Jack looked confused for a moment, but then, keeping his eyes locked to Edward's, he understood.
"Oh. . . "Jack said slowly, standing straight. "Oh," he repeated. Bradley stood slowly.
"Jack, did'ye not know?" he said condescendingly. "Yer own lit'le son. An' e's already twelve years old! 'Ow could ye not know?" Jack shot Bradley the dirtiest look Edward had ever seen.
"'Ow do we know tha' lit'le Edward 'ere isn't makin' up stories?" Jack asked Bradley. He seemed suddenly unconcerned about Edward, as though he had suddenly been reduced to nothing of more importance than a rat. Edward's face registered his surprise, no matter how hard he tried to conceal it.
"After all," Jack continued, "We all know 'ow many kids wan' their fathers to be just like me. I've become a national 'ero, fer the children anyway." He threw a smirk in Bradley's direction. "I'm not sure we should be belive'n this child." Edward's jaw dropped at the unrealistic view Jack was taking on the subject. He opened and closed his mouth like a fish, unable to come up with anything reasonable to say.
Bradley was just as thrown. He stared incredulously at Jack. The sight of the strong captain Bradley would have been comical, had the situation not been so grave.
"Ye-Ye. . . Ye don' believe 'e's yer son?" Bradley gasped.
"Got no good reason to," Jack said flippantly. "'E's jus' a child 'ho 'appens to be the child of a whore. No logical reason for me to believe that 'e's me son. Now Bradley, if this is all that you've got to show me, please allow me to return to my ship. I've got pressing business to attend to." Jack stepped to the door, but Bradley beat him to it.
"Ye'll not be going anywhere," Bradley snarled. "'E's yer son an' ye know it, I know it, an' 'e knows it. Ye'll be stayin' here." Bradley stepped quickly outside, and Jack and Edward could clearly hear him locking the door and stepping away. As soon as his footsteps had faded away, Jack came closer to Edward.
"My son," he whispered, more to himself than to Edward. "My son, Edward Sparrow. . . "
"Aye," Edward said. "Tha's me name. Jack, 'ow are ye going to get us outta here?" Jack seemed not to hear and kept repeating "my son" to himself, over and over, as though trying to get used to the idea.
" Jack," Edward said urgently. "We need to get outta 'ere, quickly!" Jack shook his head.
"Aye," he said. "I've got me crew on standby in bat'le positions. When I give th' signal they're all gonna start blowing the ship te pieces. I need's te get me 'and outta 'ere tha's all tha's needed. Then when me crew starts blastin' us, Bradley'll 'ave more on 'is mind than a coupl'a prisoners an' we can knock the door down." Jack wandered over to look at the hinges on which the door hung. The door opened outwards, so if they could possibly get the pins out of the hinges, the door would swing open on the lock.
After a few moment's inspection, Jack wandered back to the chair and sat heavily. He put his boots on the table and a finger to his lips in the universal sign for silence. Edward complied, and sat down in the corner.
A few moments later Bradley came back in, worked up into a horrible temper.
"Somethin' wrong Bradley?" Jack asked with a grin.
"Like ye don' know," Bradley snapped. "Get outta me chair." Jack stood slowly, and Bradley pushed him out of the way and sat down. Jack stepped slowly away from the desk so as not to attract Bradley's attention.
"Edward!" Bradley shouted. Edward jumped up and hurried to the desk. "Ye're 'is son?" Edward nodded. "Why don' 'e believe ye?" Edward raised his eyebrows.
"Why ain't ye askin' 'im?" he asked. "I dunno 'ow 'is brain works." Edward looked up at Jack, but quickly shifted his gaze back to Bradley. Jack was standing with the door open, his hand stuck halfway out, standing with his back to the door so that at first glance you couldn't see what he was doing. Edward kept Bradley's gaze so he wouldn't pay too much attention to Jack.
"I didn't never 'ave a conversation with 'im before. I didn' never find out why 'e don't believe me. 'E's jus' a big bilige rat." Edward heard an almost inaudible click as the door shut behind Jack, and he turned to look at his father. "I don' know why I ever came te find ye," he spat at Jack. "Ye'd never care te 'ave a son. Ye's never even cared 'bout anyone!" Jack sent him a steely glare that made Edward shiver, even though he knew that he was going to get them out of this.
"I 'ave no son," Jack said icily. "I 'ave me ship an' the sea, an' tha's all this pirate needs."
Edward and Jack glared at each other while Bradley looked on in silence. Neither of them looked away, though Edward felt a chuckle come to his throat. He swallowed hard and frowned deeper, until suddenly a crash ripped through the air. Bradley was up out of his chair like a shot.
"Wha's yer nutty crew doin'?" he yelled at Jack before crashing through the door, pausing to lock it from the outside as he went to direct his crew.
"Quickly!" Jack exclaimed. "We don't have much time!" Jack hurried to the door and tugged the pins from the hinges. Jack held the door up as it threatened to open too fast. He squatted down and opened the door a crack. Edward hurried over to look.
Pirates were running back and forth across the decks rolling cannon balls, pulling ropes, shouting challenges. Some of Jack's pirates had swung over to the Nightglider and were fighting with their cutlasses. The Black Pearl was shooting shot after shot after shot; explosions rocked the boat. Seeing the mayhem as the perfect cover for their escape, Jack opened the door wider and crept out. Edward followed just behind, and shut the door so that it looked as though the door was still shut and locked. It wouldn't stay like that for long, the explosions were sure to knock it down, but it would buy them a few moments.
Jack and Edward made their way through the fighting crowd. They crept up to the mast and grabbed a rope at random. They swung over to the Black Pearl and landed heavily on the deck. Gibbs, who had been fighting only a few feet from where they landed, stared at them in shock.
"Jack?" he said incredulously, before the pirate he was fighting drew his attention back. Jack jumped up and pulled Edward down hatch leading to the lower decks. Jack was halfway there when Edward was roughly pulled from his grasp.
"JACK!" Edward screamed. "JACK! HELP!" desperately trying to escape, Edward flailed his arms in Jack's direction. Jack sprang up to help Edward, but the pirate knocked him down and took off toward the Nightglider.
"DAD!" Edward cried, seeing his father sprawled on the decks as though dead. He thrashed and flailed, but nothing loosened the grip the pirate had on him.
Edward's heart sank as he felt himself fly through the air, swinging back over to the Nightglider. He pounded on the pirate's back, but as his hope failed, so did his strength. Edward was thrown roughly onto the deck, and kicked down a flight of stairs, right to Captain Bradley's feet. Captain Bradley bared his rotting teeth in a rude grin.
"Welcome back to the Nightglider, Edward."
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I'm sorry it took so long to get up, but I've been banned from the computer for a week. This had been ready to be put up since last Sunday, but me father's been a real jerk lately, and he don't want me doin' nuthin. Ahh, bad grammar. Haha.
Yes, I'm very sorry, but I've been in trouble. I love you all, and . . . yup, I love you all.
Now. . . I've been really happy! woot for passing exams! *dances* I passed them all with nothing less than an 85! *dances some more* and now I've got the bast term EVER. . . Math 11 advanced, Drama (I LOVE drama class!), English (ENGLISH ROCKS!) and Keyboarding. Keyboarding is boring. . . though as soon as we start typing words it should be fun.
I adore Drama and English! I have them together, which makes it even better! I have the best drama teacher ever! We played this game called push the other day. . . mine and Devon's hands were shaking with the pressure we were putting on the air! Haha. . . yeah.
Please review me hearties!