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A pirate's Life for me

Part 4- Late night adventure

Jack sat down on his bed. It was after lunch. He just finished having lunch with his father and was ready to see Miss. Sparrow again. He loved having lessons with her. She wasn't like his other teachers. His other teachers would be scared off within the week by his father. But, Miss. Sparrow was different. She wasn't scared of him at all. She stood up to him most of the time, or calmly brushed his comments aside.

Jack smiled as he laid down in his bed. She was the greatest. In his mind, she was the best teacher in the world and an even better friend.

Jack remembered something from earlier today.

~Flash Back~

Miss. Sparrow and Mr. Hobson stared at each other for a few seconds, before Mr. Hobson spoke again.

"Sure. I'd be planning to stay in Port Royal for today. As long as ye promise a story in the talon tonight for the guys, I'll lend ye me boat." He lent out his hand to her to finish the deal. "Savvy?"

She took his hand in hers. Shaking it. "Savvy."

~End of Flash back~

Jack sat up. Tonight? A story? He wondered, what about a story? Was it about Pirates? Was it about her advertures, or her father's adventures? Jack had to know! He jumped from his bed and ran across the room. He pulled open his dresser, and tossed a few pieces of clothing from it. He dung down into the bottom of it and found what he was looking for. It was the red bandanna Miss. Sparrow had given him earlier today.

He tucked it away in his pocket. He would have plenty of time to wear it, since he wasn't going to be staying here for very long.

He walked to his door and locked it. Then, went to his bed. He tied a few sheets together to make a rope and climbed out the two story window.

Once his feet hit the ground and let for the markets of Port Royal. He would first have to find out where Miss. Sparrow would be tonight, he was to hear the story she was going to tell.

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Jack had traveled around town, with the red bandanna in place of course. He had been asking around about Miss. Sparrow and where a few pirates might be telling stories to one another. The closest thing he got to the answer was when a woman dressed in a wench's outfit told him about a taloon called 'Rum ahoy'.

Jack nearly rolled his eyes at the oh so cleaver name that it was given. He thanked the woman kindly, who giggled at his boyish charm. At this stage of his life, he still thought girls were... icky.

Jack looked into the sky. It was past dinner time at his house. His father refused to eat dinner with him, so Jack didn't have to worry about his father finding out about his late night adventure. Jack thanked whatever gods were above that no one had found out who he was so far.

Just when Jack thought he knew where Miss. Sparrow was going to be, his luck was going strong and he was about to walk into the 'Rum Ahoy' Taloon, a man grabbed him by the back of his shirt.

"'ello. What's this? We got ourselves a lad 'ere." Said the man with a slight slur. He clearly had a bottle of rum or two. A few other men were around him, looking down at Jack. They were clearly either Pirates, or theives. They were dressed in a plain pirate shirts with bretches. A pistol in one man's hand.

"Let me go." Jack said, reaching behind his head, gripping onto the man's wrist that held him.

"We got ourselves a rich lad. Let's say we clean him of his 'heavy load'." The man said with a smile.

"You don't know who you're messing with!" Jack said, tring to bluff his way out of this. He was used to rough punishment, since his father did that nealry everyday. But, from another man then his father? He would never take it without a fight. "I'm Jack Sparrow! Soon to be pirate and cap'n of me own ship."

The men stopped with their movements, just looking down at Jack.

"Sparrow ye say?" Said the man who was holding him.

"Aye. Sparrow." Jack answered back with a slight glare towards the man. The man who was holding him let go of him as soon as Jack answered.

"Me appoligies 'ister Sparrow. Didn't know you were related to the great cap'n. You won't say a word 'bout all this to ye Cap'n, will ye?" He questioned, somewhat nervous.

"Not if you promise not to pick on childern for money anymore." Jack said, crossing his arms over his chest. he finally felt like he was getting respect! Imagine! An eight year old boy, who, not three monthes ago was too shy or nervous to speak to strangers, was giving Pirates orders! Bargining with them! Jack felt a strong sence of pride built up in his chest from this.

The men who watched Jack were sure the boy aged 4 years before their very eyes. He seemed to come alive with a great sence of pride that swelled inside of him. The men were now sure of what they thought. He had to be a sparrow.

"'course! O 'course! We'd never steal from a child again." Said the man, near begging.

"Right then. Off you go." Said Jack, waving them away. The man walked briskly down the road away form Jack. Jack full out grinned at this. He felt like a true Pirate now. He had the pride of one, the skill as a new Pirate, atleast and had steered a ship by himself! He even scared full grown men!

Jack walked into the 'Rum Ahoy' with his shoulders up and his head held high. He felt like nothing could hurt him right now.

Everyone turned to see who just walked into the Taloon. Only the best swordsmen, bounty hunters and Pirates ever walked into this Taloon, but this boy walked in like it was completely natural to him. He even matched eyes with a few people.

Most were shocked to say the least. Here was an eight year old boy, dressed rather high class, but with a Pirate's bandanna tied tightly and proudly around his head. His hands were blistered from ropes. Any pirate knew exactly what rope burns and blisters looked like. They all slightly winced as they remembered the pain of using ropes with un-bread hands. (A.K.A. Soft hands) The boy held an air around him that was not of a rich man, but a Pirate.

A few people chuckled at the sight, finding a boy who possed as a pirate a joke. Some took offence that such a lad who wear a pirate's bandanna like that. And the rest started to mind their own business, not caring about the boy.

Jack sat himself in a darkened corner, waiting for Miss. Sparrow to arrive. If she didn't show up soon, then he would leave to find her somewhere else. He was no longer scared of walking the dark alleys at night. He felt like nothing in this world could harm him.

Then again, what if the pirates found out that when he told them his last name was Sparrow, that he was lieing? Would they come back for him? Who they kill him for such a crime?

Just then, the door swung open. A bunch of men crowded around someone. Their voices drowing the rest out while they asked questions, or told tales to one another. Then, they were sat at the center table in the room. Jack stood ontop of his chair, to see over the ranks. He had to find Miss. Sparrow.

Just then, the bright red bandanna caught his eye. It looked almost exactly like his, only older and not as kept. He traced it down to the owner's face. It was Miss. Sparrow! The familar blue eyes and dark brown hair brought comfort to Jack's heart. If something happened, she would be there for him. He knew it.

Jack questioned weather he should go over and talk with her, or stay where he was? Then again, he could hear them all from where he was sitting. They were very loud.

"Shhh!" She hushed them. Everyone quieted down in the whole Taloon to listen to what she had to say. Even Jack stopped. he held his breath, almost feeling like he would be caught by breathing.

He sat back down in his chair, deep in the shadows where no one could see him. He listened in on everything they were saying.

"Now, I will tell you about my newest adventure. This one, happened mainly on land. It's not complete yet. Give it a few months and it will be though." She said, talking in a heavier british accent, as was accustomed to most Pirates. She waved her hands more and her posture was looser then before. She looked free. That was the only way to put it. She looked free.

"Tell us!" A man piped up from the side. Jack couldn't see his face clearly through the crowd that was hovering over Miss. Sparrow.

"Now now. Settle down Grimsbe. I have a tale. It stared about three monthes ago. See, me ship, the Santa dela rose was brought down by the navy base of britan. Oh. They thought they caught good old Cap'n Sparrow, but they thought wrong. I let them slap my wrists with shackles. As soon as they did that, I jumped into the ocean." She said, looking around at everyone. Everyone was dead silent, listening to her tale. Jack found himself more caught up in the story then the one she told him about the man who escaped an island by roping sea turtles.

"Well, after that I swam to the shore, near the Port's eastern entrance. I ducked under the royal guards themselves! I even stole the purses off of the guards who were guarding the ship named 'Carta Spice'. I commandiered that ship and made my way here." She said, turning her head slightly, to get a crink out of it.

"You wouldn't believe this gents. But, I found meself a job as a teacher. Found meself a cleaver, but shy boy by the name o' Jack." She said.

Jack smiled, now he was entering the story.

"His old man, is the kind I'd like to take a dull blade to and cut him up, if you know what I mean." She said, getting a few grunts of excitement and a few of disguisted.

"Is he really so bad that you would want to torture the man?" Another man asked.

"Aye. I want to tear the man's guts out and spill them across the sea, I do. The only thing stoppin' me is the boy's sake. Don't want him being all unbalanced because of somethin' I did." She said, her accent growing alittle.

"Ye said ya found sometin' out 'bout the lad. What was it?" ANother man questioned. Jack reliezed the voice as Mr. Hobson's voice.

Miss. Sparrow nodded. "Sure 'nough I did. The lad's mum. She's none other then York's Cap'n Ginger Peter."

There were gasps and most of their wides were wide. The whole place became lited with shock and enlightenment. Jack was still confused. His mother was who?

"You mean THE Cap'n Ginger? Ye aren't pullin' our legs, now are ye?" Mr. Hobson asked.

Miss. Sparrow shook her head. "That's his mum alright. Looks just like her, he does. 'cept for the jaw. Got that from his dad. He has her hair, her eyes, her lips, her love for the sea and even her snapping tongue. That's why I choose that lad. He's going to make something of himself. That's why I'd be passin' me name down to him when I pass away."

"He's the next Sparrow in line?" Someone asked.

"Aye. He's the next Sparrow in line." She said, nodding. "It's my own way of thanking Cap'n Ginger. Wasn't for her, I'd be at the bottom of Davy jone's locker. No tellin' what me poor father, Sparrow the second would do to the poor sap that nearly took me life. Bet he'd start a right old war with the man's country."

A few chuckled were shared through the crowd. Then everyone quieted down.

"Now, not a word is spoken outside of this here taloon. Don't want poor Jack to find out 'bout his mum nor the Navy finding out they have Cap'n Sparrow the third in their port." She said.

"Aye!" Everyone shouted.

Miss. Sparrow smirked at the crowd. "Now, let's say we drink up til we swim lads!"

"AYE AYE!"

Jack slumped in his seat, staring at the floor. He went over everything she said about him. Was it true? Did she really know his mother?

His mother had died when he was three. He couldn't remember what she looked like, nor what she was like at all. But, could she have been a pirate? If she was, that would explain why he loved the sea.

Miss. Sparrow turned her head slightly and eyed the boy in the shadows. She knew it was Jack. He would have to find out about his mother one way or another. Better like this then anything that horrid father of his would say.

Miss. Sparrow watched as Jack crept his way in the shadows from the corner of her eyes. She kept everyone distracted with the temptation of rum, so they wouldn't smoother the boy with attention. That was the last thing he needed right now.

Jack made his way out of the Taloon, walking down the streets. It was already late. The maids would be knocking at his door any second the gather his clothes for wash. He had to hurry home before he was caught.

Jack ran down the roads, ignoring the stares from the local people at the port. He quickly crept past the gates and to his window. He saw that the rope sheet was still out of his window. That meant no one had found out... hopefully. He grabbed the bottom of it and climbed up the 'rope'.

As soon as he reached the top, he pulled the 'rope' in and threw it under his bed. His room was dark, not even a single light on. Didn't he leave a light on? He was sure he did...

"Welcome back Boy. Did you have fun?" Came a voice that sent chills down Jack's back.

Jack's eyes widen, and he turned towards the voice. A light was lite, blinding him for a second. Then, he peered at the person. It was his father. Standing right next to the light. Jack felt his heart stop at that second. He was going to die now. Murdered, by his father for going out.

"Now, Joanathenal. Let's talk about your punishment, shall we?" He questioned in a venmous voice.

Jack gulped and backed towards the window. he could jump out. Then, he could end up braking his legs. Anything was better then this! Jack turned to jump out the window, when a rough hand grabbed him by the back of his shirt. He was pulled back, then punched across the face.

Jack fell to the ground, crawled up from the pain throbbing in his cheek. He looked up as his Father bared down at him, holding a pistol in his hands.

"This is the last time you disobey me, Boy!" He said, pointing the pistol at Jack.

Jack gasped, staring at the barrel of the pistol as it was pointed at him. He could almost hear the smirk go onto his father's face.

"Now Boy. Go join your mother in hell." He said, pulling back the trigger. Jack closed his eyes as he heard a pistol go off.

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I know! Evilness, leaving it like that. I'm sorry! Well, you all should know by now that he lives. Come on. If he died there, then there would be no more story. And it wouldn't come close to the movie. So, how do you think he gets out of it? ^_^ I ain't tellin'.

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