Chapter 2

They sat in the dining room, Will telling his stories of adventure when the front door swung open. Jack Sparrow swaggered in, his boots leaving clumps of mud on the marble floors.
"Oh Jack! I'm so sorry!" Elizabeth said rising out of her chair.
"It's quite alright. Not the firs' time my crew left me behind." He growled, taking a chair. He kicked his feet up onto the table, where mud splattered all over the place settings and utensils.
"Do make yourself comfortable," Will sneered. "As I was saying, we stopped at an island one night during a storm when..."
"That was no storm." Jack interrupted.
"The waves were fifteen feet high, they were coming onto the deck. I'd call that a storm." Will angrily spat.
"Call it whatever you want, son, it wasn't a storm." Jack said, staring at some dirt on his fingers.
Will glared at him and continued his story. "We were looking for shelter when we came across a man who was half dead."
"I'd call him half alive, I'm not the pessimistic type." Jack said, now picking at some dead skin on his thumb.
Will ignored this statement and returned to telling his story. "We took care of the man and brought him aboard the ship. When he came to, he told us how he had been marooned. That was when I realized he was my father. Pintel had told me how they threw him overboard so I wasn't quite sure how he could have survived. But I realized then, he must have been cursed too. He couldn't have possibly died." Will looked at his quiet father sitting across from him.
He looked up. "Maybe I should tell it from here, Will. I am after all, the person who experienced it all." Will nodded and his father started to tell his story. "I landed at the bottom of the ocean, my leg tied to a cannon. I couldn't move. I had no choice but to try and push the cannon. It is very hard to push something that sinks in the sand so I began to give up. Being cursed, I didn't need food, nor water. So I lived there, underwater for about four years. Eventually the chains rusted and I broke free. I was terribly weak but I managed to swim to the surface. I spent the next week swimming to find land until I eventually came to a very small island. I lived there for another five years until one day, I felt different. I was hungry for once. I found food and I tell you, it was the best feeling ever. I lived off of fish and fruits for the next several months until I saw a ship. I recognized that ship. It was the Black Pearl. At that point the Pearl was just anchored offshore. But then the storm picked up and I took shelter and fell asleep. I awoke aboard the Pearl later, as you said," William stated, nodding to his son.
Jack looked carefully at the man. There was something different about him. Jack tilted his hat forward as to shade his eyes and resumed to picking at the scab on his scarred fingers. "You, my friend, are not Bootstrap," he said, still gazing at his fingers.
"I beg your pardon?" William said, bending a bit closer to Jack.
"Well," Elizabeth said, standing up again. "What do you say we have dinner? Mr. Sparrow, I don't imagine you wanting to join us so we'll be seeing you later."
"Actually...I wouldn't mind having a nice home cooked meal, thanks." He said, tilting his head back up to look at Elizabeth. He grinned and his gold teeth glittered in the candlelight.

Dinner was being served as Jack's eyes gleamed at his different choices of fruits and meats. He picked up an apple from the table and began to study it. "Shame Barbossa could never taste one of these sweet fruits." He grinned, spinning the apple in his hand. He took a bite out of it as the juice spilled over his lips. Elizabeth stared at him with disgust. She was a dignified woman and even though her husband had turned pirate as well, he too had more stature than Jack. And here she was sharing her food with this poor excuse for a man. "Say, love. You wouldn't happen to have any rum would you?" Jack said, his eyes widening as he spoke of his favorite beverage.
"No." Elizabeth said scowling at him.
"Perhaps some brandy then?"
"We have wine, Mr. Sparrow," she said through gritted teeth.
"Oh...that'll do just give me a bottle of that." He said, as he leaned over and grabbed a rather large lamb leg. Elizabeth stood up and opened the wine cabinet. She removed a very expensive looking bottle placed it on the table, and took her seat. "That's a doll." Jack said, now leaning for the wine. He uncorked it, sniffed it, then took a sip. He sat for a moment, trying to decide if he liked it or not, then put the bottle back to his lips and began chugging the wine.
"Mr. Sparrow I have had enough!" Elizabeth yelled, slamming her fork and knife on the table.
"Really? As I see it you haven't had quite anything yet, love."
"OUT!"
"Elizabeth, darling, he hasn't eaten a meal in God knows how long. Let him stay." Will said, trying to console Elizabeth at the same time.
"If he stays, I will surly kill him."
Jack looked at her for a moment. "This is really good, by the way," he said, lifting the leg of lamb in the air as if to toast.
"Jack! Time for bed!" Elizabeth yelled.
"Oh, love, I'm not all the tired, but I appreciate the hospitality all the same." Jack responded.
"Not...you." Elizabeth said, only an inch away from Jack's face. She took her son's hand and brought him upstairs.
"You know, I think I will go and join her. You two will be fine, I assume?" Will began, inching out of his seat. He left the room and only Jack and William were left.

"Let's just settle our differences now. I know very well that you are not William Turner, you know very well that you...are not...William Turner." Jack said, staring at William like he was some sort of dog.
"I don't know what you're talking about." William said, taking a glass and filling it with the now half empty bottle of wine.
"What do you want, Bradley?" Jack said, not taking his eyes off of the man in front of him.
The man took the glass away slowly from his mouth. He chuckled. "Jack. Jack. I think we both know what I'm here for."
"Why don't you fill me in?" Jack said, his eyes now half open, staring at the man named Bradley with scorn.
"That's a pretty ship you got." Bradley said, polishing a knife.
"Why thank you." Jack responded, looking intently at the hands polishing what could be his reason for death. He after all, had no pistol nor even a sword on him.
"Why don't we do a little trade off? You give me the Pearl, and in return, I will reward you handsomely." Bradley said, pulling a rather large bag out of his pocket. He emptied its contents as jewels and gold spilled onto the table. "I think I speak for the both of us when I say that's a pretty good offer for such a ship," he finished with a grin.
"All the treasure in the world would not make me give up the Pearl to the likes of you." Jack retorted, hatred bubbling up inside him. The Pearl was his only treasure. It was an insult to see this man try to barter for it.
"You drive a hard bargain, Jack," he said, stretching out. "I'll leave, and we can discuss this in the morning." He began for the door. "Tell my son I'll see him tomorrow." He opened the door and walked out leaving Jack very alone.
"I'll do nothin' of the sort you bastard."