Sorry that I've been gone for so long! I wish I could have written more to the story, but my computer died on me! When I got it back, I started writing this chapter. Hope you like it!
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A Pirate's Life for me
Part 11- Ballroom dancing
Jack tugged at his shirt collar, not liking the feeling of the itchy material around his neck. He was dressed up. His hair
combed back to perfection. His shoes shined. His pose was perfectly structured and his chin was held high, as he looked
himself in the mirror.
He barely recognized the person staring at him. He looked way too much like those high classed royals. He didn't really like it, but he couldn't help but give a relieved sigh. He was used to this, more so then being a normal kid. He was raised to be an intelligent, strong and high classed man. Even though his spirit was that of a free-willed pirate, he couldn't help but wear this skin just as proudly as he wore that of his pirate.
A rapping on the door made him turn. A maid walked in.
"Young Master. It's time for the ball." She said.
Jack nodded at her, dismissing her as well. He looked back into the mirror. "Show time."
Jack made his way down into the entrance hall where the guests were to be greeted. He nodded at a few, and then walked into the rather large ballroom. A large table filled with all kinds of food was at the other end. A few chairs were placed around so the older guests could sit.
Music was playing loudly by the band. A waltz. He looked around the room, chin held high. He couldn't help but hope that Miss. Sparrow was around. He glanced around. But it was fruitless. Of course she wouldn't come. She would probably be thrown out anyway. Jack barely choked the sigh that threatened to make its appearance. He walked across the room, trying to get to the food stand before anyone could bother him.
That's when a young lady appeared. She was about his age and an inch shorter then him. Her brown hair tied back into a bun with curls dripping down. Her deep brown eyes stared at him with respect and arrogance, as with every high classed citizen.
"Hello, sir." She said, giving a slight bow.
"Hello ma'am." Jack said back, nodding at her. He knew exactly what she was hoping for. It would be rude of him not to except. He held out his hand. "May I have this dance?"
A small smile played on her painted lips. "You certainly may." She said, placing her hand in his. He pulled her closer and rested his other hand on her hip. He started to lead her through the dance as the song played on.
He kept counting in his head, One two three, One two three. Hopefully, he wouldn't be caught with his thoughts distracted.
"What is your name?" She questioned.
"Joanathanel" He answered back. He knew his father meant business when he told him he was not to be called Jack anymore. Jack bit back another sigh that started it's way to his throat.
"Joanathanel? That's a slightly unusal name, if it's not too bold for me to say so." She said.
He barely even listened to her. He just gave a slight nod, showing he was listening.
"What is your name?" Jack questioned. He wasn't really interested, but it was common quota that you asked for the lady's name after she asked yours.
"My name is Sorcha. I'm the daughter of Dr. Price over in England. I'm sure you're heard of him." She said in a most arrogant way. Jack wanted nothing more then to laugh at her.
"I've heard of him." He said, even though he hadn't.
"Since you will be in England, maybe you can study under my Father after school?" She suggested. "My Father after all, is in the King's utter respect since he works directly for him. I guess if you asked me kindly, then my Father would take you on as a student of his."
Jack bit his tongue to stop from lashing out. Then he relaxed. Why not play along? He was going to be a Pirate. No need for being honest with someone you're never going to meet again. "I've been thinking of starting a Doctoring career after I am finished with my studies in England." Jack kept an arrogant and high tone in his voice that made him seem like a royal. "If half of what I heard about your Father is true, I would be in your dept if you would suggest to him that I might follow in that career choice."
She nodded, giving a smile. "I'm sure I can convince my Father to let you study under him." Pause. "No. I'm sure I can. By the end of your school, you will be working under my Father's wing."
Jack put on a fake smile.
"After all. I would want my future husband to be in the same profession as my Father." She said absentmindly.
Jack nearly tripped on an invisible bump. Surely he had heard wrong! His father wouldn't.... oh yes he would. He looked at her for a second with a face of shock, before putting the mask of high-royalty back on. He cleared his throat. "Did my father tell you, you were going to be my bride?"
"Of course. It's been planned for years." She said.
Jack's jaw clenched a little. That was the only sign he gave out that he was affected by this sudden news.
'So. My father plans to send me to school just so I will become a gentleman. Then, study under Dr. price. Afterwards, marry his daughter and inherit their estate in England along with his company. Why didn't I see something like this coming?'
His whole future was just planned out right behind his back! He had no choice in the matter. Even if he ran away from all this, his father would merely track him down and haul him back. There was no stopping it. He would become exactly what his father wanted. This made his blood boil.
The song had ended. He bowed to Sorcha and left her for the table, saying he was thristy. He roughly grabbed a glass from the table filled with some type of liquid. He wasn't sure what it was, but at this point he really didn't care.
"Having fun?" Came a voice that usual sent shivers down his spine. But now it just made him angry.
"Oh yes. Loads." Jack said, nearly braking the glass with the death grip he had held it in.
"I can tell you figured out my whole plan." His father said, putting a hand on Jack's shoulder. "You'll thank me someday for this."
"I really doubt that." Jack said, shrugging the hand off. He turned to look at the man. "When I become an adult, you will not be able to rule me like you do now." Jack used a tone that he would never have used had his father and him been by themselves. His Father tenced with anger. "You just remember that while you start 'planning' anything else."
Jack sipped the liquid in his glass before putting the drink down. H walked back over to Sorcha. She may not have been the best company but she was surely better then his Father right now.
He spent the next hour talking with her out on the balcony. They stared at the stars and talked about their lives. Jack only talked about his Mother and Miss. Sparrow mostly, if he talked more then three sentences during the entire time out there.
"Sorcha. I need to ask you something." Jack said.
"Yes?" She questioned, showing interest since this was the first he had asked anything and said more then two words.
"Do you really want to be married to me?" Jack questioned. "I mean, I am not the brightest nor the wealthest. Surely you would want someone with more pride and money then I."
She gave a soft laugh. One that seemed to be the only un-arrogant thing she had done all night. "Joanathanel, you are a fine Lad right now, as far as I can see. I know you will be a fine man. Why would I want to marry anyone else?"
Jack gave a small blush. He then cleared his throat. "Sorcha. I can tell you now, do not have high hopes for me. I doubt we will be married no matter what my father says."
Sorcha gave him a blank look. "Why wouldn't we be?"
"Because. I want to marry someone I love. I just met you. I cannot love you already. I am sorry about this, but please understand." He said.
"I understand. Sometimes arranged marrages are worse then death to some people. I believe you are one. Even though we have just met, I can see a wild spirit in you." She said with a small smile. Then sighed. "It will be a shame to lose such a fine man as yourself though."
Jack gave another blush.
"But atleast I can share one moment with you before I set you free." She said, leaning in. She kissed him on the lips. It only lasted a second, but Jack's muscles tenced no the less.
Jack could feel his cheeks heating with the sudden contact. He watched as Sorcha turned and walked back inside. He stared after her for a few more seconds, before his fingers found there way to his lips. A small smile played on his lips. His first kiss.
And since that moment, Jack knew he would forever be a slave to women.
After the dancing was done, Jack went outside. He stood by a tree, looking out into the ocean. He still had to pack a few things and then get some sleep. Tomorrow, he would be on his way to England. The dread he had tried to push down all night surfaced. His stomach twisted as his mind dwelled on the subject. He was going to leave the two people he grew to care about. He sighed, this time not choking it down.
His lips still tingled from the kiss Sorcha gave him. A smile played on his lips again.
'At least tonight wasn't a total loss.' Jack thought to himself. He did have his first kiss. It wasn't a long or romantic one that he often heard about. It was quick one, like a peak. But, it was kiss non the less. And it left him feeling slightly better about everything.
He heard a sound behind him. He turned on his heels to find his Father standing there. His Father looked very much like the monsters you heard about in stories. The evil, twisted man who hunted down the hero's and killed innocents.
"How dare you disrepect me in there." He said in a slow, even voice. "I should show you what you get for doing that."
"I know the song and dance, Father." Jack said, spitting the word 'father' out like it was venom. "There's nothing you can do about anything right now. I already straightened everything out with Sorcha. We're NOT getting married and I'm NOT going to be working under her father like you so hoped."
"You couldn't!" His father said in disbelief.
"Of course I can." Jack said with a shrug. He walked closer to his Father. His insides had long turned to a twisted knot and somewhere in his mind, a voice was screaming the warnings. But right now he didn't care. This is the last time he would probably see his Father. Why waste the last chance being scared?
Jack decieded somewhere in the course of the night, that he would no longer cry and run from things, or cower beneath something. It something was wrong, he was going to fix it to the very best of his ability. That included his fear of his Father.
"You sound brave." His father said with a slight sneer.
"I'm just no longer afraid." Jack said, brushing past his Father. He looked over his shoulder. "I don't expect letters, so don't write so I don't have to write back."
Jack was talking about his trip. He would be gone and he surely didn't want any letters from his Father. Jack continued to walk away.
His father stood there, thunderstruck. He felt like hugging and harming Jack at the same time. The way Jack just talked, his movements. Everything. He was acting and even looking like... Ginger.
Jack's father rubbed his temples. "No matter what I do, he will become her son." A sinful chuckle escaped his lips. "You win Ginger. You win."
Jack walked into his room, sighing. Fresh tears peaked from his eyes. He closed his door and found a note on the back of it.
He grabbed it and opened it up. Sloppy handwriting and smeared ink. This was no doubt Anamaria's handwriting.
*Dear Jack,
I find it difficult to say this to you, but I am leaving as well. I am heading off with my Father's old crew onboard 'the Chaser'. I leave tomorrow. I hope this will not make matters worse for you. I am sorry about it. I hope you come out of that school soon and look me up. I shall either be onboard 'The Chaser' or Port Royal. If I happen to be on the run, you can find me in Tortuga.
-Your Dearest friend, Anamaria*
Jack folded the letter and placed it into his suitcase. He sighed and sat down on his bed. He looked very solemn, sitting there with the light hitting his back, casting a shadow over the front of him.
Jack looked over at the floor. A few bloodstains were imbedded into the carpet. He gave a sad smile. 'Good old times', he thought to himself. He glanced at his walls. The paint was starting to peel in the right corner. His brows went together. He might want to get this room re-painted. After all, it was a dim color of white that was used on his walls. It was original light blue, like the water. But when he was four, they re-painted the room to white.
Jack looked at his chair. He sat there while he was recovering from his worst beating. Just then, a thought hit him.
'Everyone keeps saying that if I become a Pirate, my life will be like a living death. How can that be, when my life now is a living death?' He thought to himself. He nodded to himself. Being a pirate was the one thing he could become great at. He knew it. He loved riding on the waves and letting the wind catch his hair as the bow of the ship crashed into the waves. He loved the rocking of the ship. He loved the sound of the sails catching the wind. Hell, he even loved the sound of washing the deck! Everything was wonderful on a ship.
He gave a deep breath. At least he would be able to be on a ship. That was about the only bright side to this.
He clenched his fists. 'Miss. Sparrow is gone. Anamaria is gone. I'm losing my contacts to every pirate who comes here. And for the next two to three years, stuck in a gentlemen's school.' He grimaced. 'Oh the grand life of Joanathanel Kapural.'
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I hope you liked this chapter. I worked hard on it. Well, to the point where my spell checker exploded. ::sighs:: I can't spell to save my life. I can't even use the English language correctly! I love grammer and spell check now! ^_^
Oh and Please review!
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A Pirate's Life for me
Part 11- Ballroom dancing
Jack tugged at his shirt collar, not liking the feeling of the itchy material around his neck. He was dressed up. His hair
combed back to perfection. His shoes shined. His pose was perfectly structured and his chin was held high, as he looked
himself in the mirror.
He barely recognized the person staring at him. He looked way too much like those high classed royals. He didn't really like it, but he couldn't help but give a relieved sigh. He was used to this, more so then being a normal kid. He was raised to be an intelligent, strong and high classed man. Even though his spirit was that of a free-willed pirate, he couldn't help but wear this skin just as proudly as he wore that of his pirate.
A rapping on the door made him turn. A maid walked in.
"Young Master. It's time for the ball." She said.
Jack nodded at her, dismissing her as well. He looked back into the mirror. "Show time."
Jack made his way down into the entrance hall where the guests were to be greeted. He nodded at a few, and then walked into the rather large ballroom. A large table filled with all kinds of food was at the other end. A few chairs were placed around so the older guests could sit.
Music was playing loudly by the band. A waltz. He looked around the room, chin held high. He couldn't help but hope that Miss. Sparrow was around. He glanced around. But it was fruitless. Of course she wouldn't come. She would probably be thrown out anyway. Jack barely choked the sigh that threatened to make its appearance. He walked across the room, trying to get to the food stand before anyone could bother him.
That's when a young lady appeared. She was about his age and an inch shorter then him. Her brown hair tied back into a bun with curls dripping down. Her deep brown eyes stared at him with respect and arrogance, as with every high classed citizen.
"Hello, sir." She said, giving a slight bow.
"Hello ma'am." Jack said back, nodding at her. He knew exactly what she was hoping for. It would be rude of him not to except. He held out his hand. "May I have this dance?"
A small smile played on her painted lips. "You certainly may." She said, placing her hand in his. He pulled her closer and rested his other hand on her hip. He started to lead her through the dance as the song played on.
He kept counting in his head, One two three, One two three. Hopefully, he wouldn't be caught with his thoughts distracted.
"What is your name?" She questioned.
"Joanathanel" He answered back. He knew his father meant business when he told him he was not to be called Jack anymore. Jack bit back another sigh that started it's way to his throat.
"Joanathanel? That's a slightly unusal name, if it's not too bold for me to say so." She said.
He barely even listened to her. He just gave a slight nod, showing he was listening.
"What is your name?" Jack questioned. He wasn't really interested, but it was common quota that you asked for the lady's name after she asked yours.
"My name is Sorcha. I'm the daughter of Dr. Price over in England. I'm sure you're heard of him." She said in a most arrogant way. Jack wanted nothing more then to laugh at her.
"I've heard of him." He said, even though he hadn't.
"Since you will be in England, maybe you can study under my Father after school?" She suggested. "My Father after all, is in the King's utter respect since he works directly for him. I guess if you asked me kindly, then my Father would take you on as a student of his."
Jack bit his tongue to stop from lashing out. Then he relaxed. Why not play along? He was going to be a Pirate. No need for being honest with someone you're never going to meet again. "I've been thinking of starting a Doctoring career after I am finished with my studies in England." Jack kept an arrogant and high tone in his voice that made him seem like a royal. "If half of what I heard about your Father is true, I would be in your dept if you would suggest to him that I might follow in that career choice."
She nodded, giving a smile. "I'm sure I can convince my Father to let you study under him." Pause. "No. I'm sure I can. By the end of your school, you will be working under my Father's wing."
Jack put on a fake smile.
"After all. I would want my future husband to be in the same profession as my Father." She said absentmindly.
Jack nearly tripped on an invisible bump. Surely he had heard wrong! His father wouldn't.... oh yes he would. He looked at her for a second with a face of shock, before putting the mask of high-royalty back on. He cleared his throat. "Did my father tell you, you were going to be my bride?"
"Of course. It's been planned for years." She said.
Jack's jaw clenched a little. That was the only sign he gave out that he was affected by this sudden news.
'So. My father plans to send me to school just so I will become a gentleman. Then, study under Dr. price. Afterwards, marry his daughter and inherit their estate in England along with his company. Why didn't I see something like this coming?'
His whole future was just planned out right behind his back! He had no choice in the matter. Even if he ran away from all this, his father would merely track him down and haul him back. There was no stopping it. He would become exactly what his father wanted. This made his blood boil.
The song had ended. He bowed to Sorcha and left her for the table, saying he was thristy. He roughly grabbed a glass from the table filled with some type of liquid. He wasn't sure what it was, but at this point he really didn't care.
"Having fun?" Came a voice that usual sent shivers down his spine. But now it just made him angry.
"Oh yes. Loads." Jack said, nearly braking the glass with the death grip he had held it in.
"I can tell you figured out my whole plan." His father said, putting a hand on Jack's shoulder. "You'll thank me someday for this."
"I really doubt that." Jack said, shrugging the hand off. He turned to look at the man. "When I become an adult, you will not be able to rule me like you do now." Jack used a tone that he would never have used had his father and him been by themselves. His Father tenced with anger. "You just remember that while you start 'planning' anything else."
Jack sipped the liquid in his glass before putting the drink down. H walked back over to Sorcha. She may not have been the best company but she was surely better then his Father right now.
He spent the next hour talking with her out on the balcony. They stared at the stars and talked about their lives. Jack only talked about his Mother and Miss. Sparrow mostly, if he talked more then three sentences during the entire time out there.
"Sorcha. I need to ask you something." Jack said.
"Yes?" She questioned, showing interest since this was the first he had asked anything and said more then two words.
"Do you really want to be married to me?" Jack questioned. "I mean, I am not the brightest nor the wealthest. Surely you would want someone with more pride and money then I."
She gave a soft laugh. One that seemed to be the only un-arrogant thing she had done all night. "Joanathanel, you are a fine Lad right now, as far as I can see. I know you will be a fine man. Why would I want to marry anyone else?"
Jack gave a small blush. He then cleared his throat. "Sorcha. I can tell you now, do not have high hopes for me. I doubt we will be married no matter what my father says."
Sorcha gave him a blank look. "Why wouldn't we be?"
"Because. I want to marry someone I love. I just met you. I cannot love you already. I am sorry about this, but please understand." He said.
"I understand. Sometimes arranged marrages are worse then death to some people. I believe you are one. Even though we have just met, I can see a wild spirit in you." She said with a small smile. Then sighed. "It will be a shame to lose such a fine man as yourself though."
Jack gave another blush.
"But atleast I can share one moment with you before I set you free." She said, leaning in. She kissed him on the lips. It only lasted a second, but Jack's muscles tenced no the less.
Jack could feel his cheeks heating with the sudden contact. He watched as Sorcha turned and walked back inside. He stared after her for a few more seconds, before his fingers found there way to his lips. A small smile played on his lips. His first kiss.
And since that moment, Jack knew he would forever be a slave to women.
After the dancing was done, Jack went outside. He stood by a tree, looking out into the ocean. He still had to pack a few things and then get some sleep. Tomorrow, he would be on his way to England. The dread he had tried to push down all night surfaced. His stomach twisted as his mind dwelled on the subject. He was going to leave the two people he grew to care about. He sighed, this time not choking it down.
His lips still tingled from the kiss Sorcha gave him. A smile played on his lips again.
'At least tonight wasn't a total loss.' Jack thought to himself. He did have his first kiss. It wasn't a long or romantic one that he often heard about. It was quick one, like a peak. But, it was kiss non the less. And it left him feeling slightly better about everything.
He heard a sound behind him. He turned on his heels to find his Father standing there. His Father looked very much like the monsters you heard about in stories. The evil, twisted man who hunted down the hero's and killed innocents.
"How dare you disrepect me in there." He said in a slow, even voice. "I should show you what you get for doing that."
"I know the song and dance, Father." Jack said, spitting the word 'father' out like it was venom. "There's nothing you can do about anything right now. I already straightened everything out with Sorcha. We're NOT getting married and I'm NOT going to be working under her father like you so hoped."
"You couldn't!" His father said in disbelief.
"Of course I can." Jack said with a shrug. He walked closer to his Father. His insides had long turned to a twisted knot and somewhere in his mind, a voice was screaming the warnings. But right now he didn't care. This is the last time he would probably see his Father. Why waste the last chance being scared?
Jack decieded somewhere in the course of the night, that he would no longer cry and run from things, or cower beneath something. It something was wrong, he was going to fix it to the very best of his ability. That included his fear of his Father.
"You sound brave." His father said with a slight sneer.
"I'm just no longer afraid." Jack said, brushing past his Father. He looked over his shoulder. "I don't expect letters, so don't write so I don't have to write back."
Jack was talking about his trip. He would be gone and he surely didn't want any letters from his Father. Jack continued to walk away.
His father stood there, thunderstruck. He felt like hugging and harming Jack at the same time. The way Jack just talked, his movements. Everything. He was acting and even looking like... Ginger.
Jack's father rubbed his temples. "No matter what I do, he will become her son." A sinful chuckle escaped his lips. "You win Ginger. You win."
Jack walked into his room, sighing. Fresh tears peaked from his eyes. He closed his door and found a note on the back of it.
He grabbed it and opened it up. Sloppy handwriting and smeared ink. This was no doubt Anamaria's handwriting.
*Dear Jack,
I find it difficult to say this to you, but I am leaving as well. I am heading off with my Father's old crew onboard 'the Chaser'. I leave tomorrow. I hope this will not make matters worse for you. I am sorry about it. I hope you come out of that school soon and look me up. I shall either be onboard 'The Chaser' or Port Royal. If I happen to be on the run, you can find me in Tortuga.
-Your Dearest friend, Anamaria*
Jack folded the letter and placed it into his suitcase. He sighed and sat down on his bed. He looked very solemn, sitting there with the light hitting his back, casting a shadow over the front of him.
Jack looked over at the floor. A few bloodstains were imbedded into the carpet. He gave a sad smile. 'Good old times', he thought to himself. He glanced at his walls. The paint was starting to peel in the right corner. His brows went together. He might want to get this room re-painted. After all, it was a dim color of white that was used on his walls. It was original light blue, like the water. But when he was four, they re-painted the room to white.
Jack looked at his chair. He sat there while he was recovering from his worst beating. Just then, a thought hit him.
'Everyone keeps saying that if I become a Pirate, my life will be like a living death. How can that be, when my life now is a living death?' He thought to himself. He nodded to himself. Being a pirate was the one thing he could become great at. He knew it. He loved riding on the waves and letting the wind catch his hair as the bow of the ship crashed into the waves. He loved the rocking of the ship. He loved the sound of the sails catching the wind. Hell, he even loved the sound of washing the deck! Everything was wonderful on a ship.
He gave a deep breath. At least he would be able to be on a ship. That was about the only bright side to this.
He clenched his fists. 'Miss. Sparrow is gone. Anamaria is gone. I'm losing my contacts to every pirate who comes here. And for the next two to three years, stuck in a gentlemen's school.' He grimaced. 'Oh the grand life of Joanathanel Kapural.'
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I hope you liked this chapter. I worked hard on it. Well, to the point where my spell checker exploded. ::sighs:: I can't spell to save my life. I can't even use the English language correctly! I love grammer and spell check now! ^_^
Oh and Please review!
