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Chapter 2: The Work of A Black Smith

Jonathan watched in awe as his father, Will Turner crafted a brand new sword that was nothing short of flawless. Well, this is how Will would like to put it; Jonathan was more or less forced to watch in awe due to his 'decision' of becoming an apprentice to his father.

"Are we done yet?" Jonathan asked.

"If you want to become a black smith Jon you have to pay attention to one for more than five minutes."

"But it hasn't been five minutes, it's been more like five hours! Can I at least go take a walk?"

"Five Hours? Already? Fine then I'm going to start making dinner be back in an hour."

Jon quickly rushed out of the house and took a deep breath. He cared for his father a lot but sometimes couldn't stand him. Jon guessed that his father did all of this work to keep his mind off of Elizabeth, Jon's mother.

Jonathan's hair was a light brown and relatively short. He was around 6 foot, a bit shorter than his father and had magnificent blue eyes. They were flawless. Jon was actually quite handsome and had actually already been approached by some fathers about possible marriage to their daughters.

Jon neglected all of these offers however, he didn't intend on staying in the Caribbean all his life, he wanted to go out and explore the world. He didn't want to be stuck up in some horrible house with a wife and five kids, that wasn't his plan.

"Hello Jon." Said a voice from behind him.

It was Sarah McKinley, probably the most gorgeous 16-year-old Jon had ever laid eyes on. She had green eyes and brown hair and an amazing figure. Jon unfortunately could barely muster up an ounce of courage to say hello.

"H-hello Sarah."

Sarah had a humungous smile on her face, unlike her usual look, which was usually a glum expression.

"You won't believe what marvelous thing just happened the other night!"

"What?" Jon asked, he started to feel his palms get sweaty.

"Gregory proposed to me the other night isn't it fantastic?"

Jon could feel his heart skip a beat and then his throat begin to enclose.

He could only nod.

"You're invited to the wedding of course and your father too. The Ceremony shall be in a month. I'll see you later!" Jon watched as she practically skipped off into the distance.

Gregory was Commodore Norrington's son who was 20 years old. He wasn't exactly the most handsome of men but indeed had more money than half of them.

Jon sat down and stared blankly into the distance and couldn't bring himself to cry. He decided it best if he goes home.

Sadly, a poorly cooked meal and constant questioning by his father greeted Jon as he entered the door.

"This is almost the same thing as with your mother and I. She was also supposed to marry the commodore and look whom she ended up with! Anything could happen! And I'm sure that if your mother was still alive we'd still be as happy as we were since the day of our marriage."

"Yes, but she loves him."

Will showed deep sympathy towards his son and responded, "Don't worry son, a black smith is a fine match. You're bound to find someone else in this town."

"But that's it father! I don't want to be a black smith I don't want to stay in this town!"

Will gave an expression as if this was the first time he heard such a thing from his son. "You don't want to follow in my footsteps?"

Jon shook his head.

"Then what do you want to do with your life Jon?"

"I-I want to be a sailor."

Will gave an expression that was a mixture of happiness and in some ways pity all in one and told his son. "Son, I think it's time that you hear the tale of The Black Pearl."

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