His black hair reached just past his shoulders, sparkling trinkets
glittered in the soft summer sun that glowed down upon him, tied to his
hair, each representing something and yet nothing at all. His skin was
dark-tan from hours of hard labor out doors. His eyes were dark and deep,
lined with coal making him look as though he were laughing at you. He wore
a black choker with spikes that he had gotten from one of his many deceased
friends before they had died.
His clothes were that of a modern-day teenager. A black tee-shirt tucked into black jeans with chains and belts slung across his waist. His feet were bare and muddy from working in the garden after the light rain that had come earlier that day. And at the moment his features were set in a masked expression as he watched his new co-worker help unload his things into the small apartment that they were to share.
"Jack" Came a soft whisper behind him and he whirled to face a young woman. "Elizabeth." He smiled, his accent one that had not been used since the old days, it seemed that he had picked it up on its own accord and had refused its right to be swayed by the slang that was often used.
Jack stood from his hiding spot behind one of the many bushes that lined the Augustus estate. The estate belonged to a very rich man, who had his workers live on the grounds. It was a good place to work, for he paid for their school tuition and what not, but Mr. Augustus was a strict man and ran his estate on a tight schedule.
Jack had been sent to the estate at the age of thirteen, now he was seventeen and had befriended Elizabeth, Mr. Augustus's daughter.
"Why don't you offer to help?" Elizabeth asked, silently laughing at the incredulous look that crossed Jack's face. "Me? Help one of them; I won't be having a thing to do with that eunuch savvy?" Elizabeth laughed, "Yes, Jack whatever you say."
"Come on now, I still haven't rightly thanked you for saving me from that monster this morning." Elizabeth said taking Jack's hand. Jack raised an eyebrow, "Elizabeth sweet, it was a garden snake." He laughed but allowed her to drag him off toward the house, but as he left he felt eyes on him and he shivered from and unknown coldness.
Will groaned as he lifted the last box out of the back of the truck. Why did he have to carry all this when hardly half of it was his? He picked up his two backpacks off the ground and hurried to find Mr. Brown and Mr. Augustus, his soon to be new boss.
He found them in the large hallway that led to the kitchen. He also noticed a boy and girl about his age sitting in the large living room off to the left, as he watched he noticed that he had the feeling he had seen them before. He shrugged it off and turned his attention to the now scowling Mr. Brown.
"William, this is Mr. Augustus, he will be your new employer from now on. I will be staying at the estate for a short period of time to make sure you do not mess this up as you usually do." He added the last part quietly, but loud enough that Will could feel it reverberating through his mind. He gulped and nodded, looking down at his feet.
"Now, go put your stuff up in you room." Mr. Augustus said motioning for one of the maids to show where said bedroom was. The maid, who was a black woman with soft brown eyes and harsh stare, grabbed his bags and began to lead him up the large marble stairs.
"Why do you let him treat you like that?" The maid asked. Will looked at her, "What do you mean?" "Don't even think I didn't see the way he dissed you back there. He had you cowering back before he even said a word." Looking desperately for a change of subject he asked, "And what is your name." "Anamaria, not that it makes much of a difference, you won't be seeing much of me."
She then led him into a large room and left him to his own devices. The room had a slanted ceiling and a large Italian styled window, over- looking the pool and grounds. A large bed sat up against the west wall. Directly across from it were a desk and what Will assumed was a closet. On the walls were paintings of flowers and what not.
Putting his two bags onto the floor beside his bad he pulled out his laptop and plugged it into the wall. Grinning as the screen opened directly into his database, Will began to search the estate's computer systems, looking for a way into them. All seemed to be locked, but he could easily break through.
Then he noticed a weakness in the system, he suspected it belonged to one of the other workers here. Deleting the breaker, he entered the system. It belonged to a Jack Sparrow.
Looking into his history he found that this Sparrow person seemed to have a bit of a thing for lingerie web sights. He pulled up a picture of what he guessed was Jack. He almost laughed as he found that it was the boy he had seen in the living room of the Augustus estate.
"What is it you find so funny about my picture?" Will whirled to find Jack Sparrow leaning up against the door frame, his face a mix of amusement and something else Will couldn't quite place.
Jack almost gasped when the boy turned to face him. His hair fell just past his chin, his skin looked soft as an angel's, his eyes a light brown that showed his every emotion. His lips were parted and his breathe came in short gasps, surprised at his sudden appearance.
"Err, sorry. I didn't realize......that is I didn't........I didn't mean any harm by it. I was just looking for a way to break the system." Jack stayed silent. Walking into the room he noticed the two small bags on the floor. He picked them up and emptied them onto the bed. He seemed to have forgotten that Will was there as he searched through the few items that now lay in plain view.
Two shirts, one red and one a dark green. Two pairs of blue denim jeans. Seven pairs of boxer shorts, a few sets of socks, C.Ds, a few diskettes, and a sketchbook. Opening the sketchbook, Jack found numerous sketches of ships and landscapes of the ocean. On one of the pages was a lightly drawn picture of what seemed like a made-up reality.
But the one picture that caught his mind was that of a sparrow, flying away from the sunset over the ocean waves. He glanced up and caught the gaze of the boy. He found himself wanting to answer a question that hadn't been asked.
Finally, he spoke, "You do not have many things, you are not allowed to have them." It was not a question, it was a statement. Will nodded, "It was not necessary to bring much. I am to work here, not anything more not anything less." "Do you have a name? Or is that not allowed either?"
"William Turner, Will." Will answered shortly, averting his gaze from Jack's. Jack picked up one of the C.Ds, it was Alamarchie. "You have excellent taste in music, though a bit out of touch savvy?" Will laughed, then not knowing what to say stood and began to replace his things into his bags.
"Why would you be doing a thing like that? You are suppose to put those things in closets and drawers!" Will didn't answer, just continued to repack his discarded things. Jack grabbed his shoulders and forced him up against the wall. "I don't know who you think you are boy, but round' here you respect me, and listen to what I say, savvy?"
Will growled, "You earn my respect, it is not a right given to you." With that he pushed pass him, and headed toward the door. When he reached it he turned back to Jack and said, "Your database has a link to it that allows people to easily enter you e-mails and find out your passwords. You should try fixing that, before someone steals your account." With that he left.
His clothes were that of a modern-day teenager. A black tee-shirt tucked into black jeans with chains and belts slung across his waist. His feet were bare and muddy from working in the garden after the light rain that had come earlier that day. And at the moment his features were set in a masked expression as he watched his new co-worker help unload his things into the small apartment that they were to share.
"Jack" Came a soft whisper behind him and he whirled to face a young woman. "Elizabeth." He smiled, his accent one that had not been used since the old days, it seemed that he had picked it up on its own accord and had refused its right to be swayed by the slang that was often used.
Jack stood from his hiding spot behind one of the many bushes that lined the Augustus estate. The estate belonged to a very rich man, who had his workers live on the grounds. It was a good place to work, for he paid for their school tuition and what not, but Mr. Augustus was a strict man and ran his estate on a tight schedule.
Jack had been sent to the estate at the age of thirteen, now he was seventeen and had befriended Elizabeth, Mr. Augustus's daughter.
"Why don't you offer to help?" Elizabeth asked, silently laughing at the incredulous look that crossed Jack's face. "Me? Help one of them; I won't be having a thing to do with that eunuch savvy?" Elizabeth laughed, "Yes, Jack whatever you say."
"Come on now, I still haven't rightly thanked you for saving me from that monster this morning." Elizabeth said taking Jack's hand. Jack raised an eyebrow, "Elizabeth sweet, it was a garden snake." He laughed but allowed her to drag him off toward the house, but as he left he felt eyes on him and he shivered from and unknown coldness.
Will groaned as he lifted the last box out of the back of the truck. Why did he have to carry all this when hardly half of it was his? He picked up his two backpacks off the ground and hurried to find Mr. Brown and Mr. Augustus, his soon to be new boss.
He found them in the large hallway that led to the kitchen. He also noticed a boy and girl about his age sitting in the large living room off to the left, as he watched he noticed that he had the feeling he had seen them before. He shrugged it off and turned his attention to the now scowling Mr. Brown.
"William, this is Mr. Augustus, he will be your new employer from now on. I will be staying at the estate for a short period of time to make sure you do not mess this up as you usually do." He added the last part quietly, but loud enough that Will could feel it reverberating through his mind. He gulped and nodded, looking down at his feet.
"Now, go put your stuff up in you room." Mr. Augustus said motioning for one of the maids to show where said bedroom was. The maid, who was a black woman with soft brown eyes and harsh stare, grabbed his bags and began to lead him up the large marble stairs.
"Why do you let him treat you like that?" The maid asked. Will looked at her, "What do you mean?" "Don't even think I didn't see the way he dissed you back there. He had you cowering back before he even said a word." Looking desperately for a change of subject he asked, "And what is your name." "Anamaria, not that it makes much of a difference, you won't be seeing much of me."
She then led him into a large room and left him to his own devices. The room had a slanted ceiling and a large Italian styled window, over- looking the pool and grounds. A large bed sat up against the west wall. Directly across from it were a desk and what Will assumed was a closet. On the walls were paintings of flowers and what not.
Putting his two bags onto the floor beside his bad he pulled out his laptop and plugged it into the wall. Grinning as the screen opened directly into his database, Will began to search the estate's computer systems, looking for a way into them. All seemed to be locked, but he could easily break through.
Then he noticed a weakness in the system, he suspected it belonged to one of the other workers here. Deleting the breaker, he entered the system. It belonged to a Jack Sparrow.
Looking into his history he found that this Sparrow person seemed to have a bit of a thing for lingerie web sights. He pulled up a picture of what he guessed was Jack. He almost laughed as he found that it was the boy he had seen in the living room of the Augustus estate.
"What is it you find so funny about my picture?" Will whirled to find Jack Sparrow leaning up against the door frame, his face a mix of amusement and something else Will couldn't quite place.
Jack almost gasped when the boy turned to face him. His hair fell just past his chin, his skin looked soft as an angel's, his eyes a light brown that showed his every emotion. His lips were parted and his breathe came in short gasps, surprised at his sudden appearance.
"Err, sorry. I didn't realize......that is I didn't........I didn't mean any harm by it. I was just looking for a way to break the system." Jack stayed silent. Walking into the room he noticed the two small bags on the floor. He picked them up and emptied them onto the bed. He seemed to have forgotten that Will was there as he searched through the few items that now lay in plain view.
Two shirts, one red and one a dark green. Two pairs of blue denim jeans. Seven pairs of boxer shorts, a few sets of socks, C.Ds, a few diskettes, and a sketchbook. Opening the sketchbook, Jack found numerous sketches of ships and landscapes of the ocean. On one of the pages was a lightly drawn picture of what seemed like a made-up reality.
But the one picture that caught his mind was that of a sparrow, flying away from the sunset over the ocean waves. He glanced up and caught the gaze of the boy. He found himself wanting to answer a question that hadn't been asked.
Finally, he spoke, "You do not have many things, you are not allowed to have them." It was not a question, it was a statement. Will nodded, "It was not necessary to bring much. I am to work here, not anything more not anything less." "Do you have a name? Or is that not allowed either?"
"William Turner, Will." Will answered shortly, averting his gaze from Jack's. Jack picked up one of the C.Ds, it was Alamarchie. "You have excellent taste in music, though a bit out of touch savvy?" Will laughed, then not knowing what to say stood and began to replace his things into his bags.
"Why would you be doing a thing like that? You are suppose to put those things in closets and drawers!" Will didn't answer, just continued to repack his discarded things. Jack grabbed his shoulders and forced him up against the wall. "I don't know who you think you are boy, but round' here you respect me, and listen to what I say, savvy?"
Will growled, "You earn my respect, it is not a right given to you." With that he pushed pass him, and headed toward the door. When he reached it he turned back to Jack and said, "Your database has a link to it that allows people to easily enter you e-mails and find out your passwords. You should try fixing that, before someone steals your account." With that he left.
