When A Sparrow Sings Its Last Song
Notes: Doesn't that sound creepy? Well Noneof the characters belong ot me except Christopher and Addie. So there.
Chapter Three: The Last Will and Testament of Captain Jack Sparrow
Elizabeth came down to the Captain's quarters. She looked at the little boy.
"Hello. I'm Elizabeth. What's your name?" she asked.
"Christopher." the boy answered.
"What is your mother's name?" Elizabeth asked.
"My father called her Addie." Christopher replied.
"Christopher, does your mother want to come out of the ship?" Elizabeth asked.
"No." Christopher answered plainly.
"Alright. Well, do you want to stay with her or come with Will and I to our house?" Elizabeth asked.
"I'll come with you." Christopher said.
"Elizabeth took his hand and led him out of the ship. Will followed behind them, looking back at the woman sitting at the window. She didn't look back.
Mr. Gibbs met Will and Elizabeth at their house. Elizabeth had put Christopher to bed in the extra bedroom and was coming downstairs when Mr. Gibbs walked in.
"Jack gave me this a few years ago." Mr. Gibbs said. He held out a piece of paper to Will, who took it and opened it.
"Thw Last Will and Testament of Captain Jack Sparrow. He gave you this a few years ago?" Will asked.
"The same time I gave him mine. Only I have mine back now that he's...gone." Mr. Gibbs replied.
Will read further down the list of things. He had left everything to his wife, Addie. Except for one thing.
"Elizabeth, read this." Will said, pointing to a line at the bottom.
"In the case that both I and my wife, Addina Sparrow, shall be deceased and our son, Christopher Sparrow is not yet of age, he will be under the supervision of William Turner the second and his wife Elizabeth Turner." Elizabeth read.
"I didn't know Jack knew that many big words." Mr. Gibbs said.
"That isn't the point. He's left Christopher in our possession. His wife is obviously not fit enough to take care of him." Will said.
"So he stays here?" Elizabeth asked.
"He has to. Where else has he got to go?" Will asked.
Will and Elizabeth went into the guest room to look in on Christopher. He was sound asleep. Elizabeth pulled the covers up to his chin and kissed his forehead.
"He looks so peaceful." Will said.
"But he can't be." Elizabeth replied.
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"See, I've got this problem. Addie and I planning on moving to Port Royale. The Turners still live there, right?" Jack said.
"Aye, they do." Mr. Gibbs replied.
"Well, I'm not sure if Norrington has lifted his sentence on me yet so I was thinking about sneaking in. But I need the proper balance of help, savvy?" Jack explained.
"It sounds like a dangerous prophecy. But I'll help you if you need me. Say, I've never seen him here before." Mr. Gibbs said. Jack turned around to look. A tall man in a dark cloak had just walked into the door.
"Get under the table. Don't forget the rum." Jack said. Mr. Gibbs ducked under the tabel as quickly as he could. Jack attempted to duck under as well, but the man had seen him.
"Jack Sparrow." The man said as he approached.
"Aye. Captain Jack Sparrow, if you'd be so kind." Jack said.
"But I'm not a kind man. If anything you should have learned that by now." The man said.
"Well..as kind as you may not be you are definitely not stupid and you wouldn't kill me in the middle of a crowded tavern, would you? Jack asked.
"Oh Sparrow...don't be so naive." The man said. He pulled out his cutlass and held it high in the air.
"Sing your last song, Sparrow." The man said as he quickly pulled down the sword and let it swipe across Jack's chest. Jack fell the floor in a heap. The man raised his sword again and sawed at Jack's head, attempting to cut it off. After he had cut through the muscle and broken the bones, he ripped the rest off and tossed the head aside as if it were nothing. He then began to cut off the arms. One at a time, he sawed off the rest of Jack's limbs. Blood spattered everywhere and when the man had finished the rest of his work, he gathered the limbs of Captain Jack Sparrow and walked out of the tavern.
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Will yelled and sat up straight in the bed. He found he was covered in a cold sweat. Elizabeth sat up too.
"Are you alright?" she asked.
"Yes. It was just a nightmare." Will replied.
"I thought so. You were screaming in your sleep." Elizabeth said.
Will got up out of the bed and walked out into the hall. Elizabeth followed him. They both rounded the corner to the guest bedroom and opened the door.
Christopher was sitting at the window. He had it opened and his arms dangled out of it. Elizabeth quickly picked him up and sat down with him on the bed.
"Are you alright, Christopher?" she asked. The boy nodded.
"I saw you in the nightmare." He said to Will.
"What do you mean?" Will asked.
"You were dreaming about when my father was killed. I saw you there." Christopher said.
"Yes. I did dream that." Will said.
"My father really was wanting to move here." Christopher explained.
"Really?" Elizabeth asked.
"Yes. But he didn't because he died." Christopher said.
"I see. What else do you remember your father saying?" Elizabeth asked.
"He said Barbossa was after him. He wanted revenge." Christopher replied.
"Barbossa?" Elizabeth said, her mouth gaping open.
Will searched his mind. He had seen the face of the killer...not closely, but he had. Now that he heard the name, he looked closer at the image in his mind. The face was definitely Barbossa's.