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THANK YOU TO ANYONE WHO READ THIS!!! I GIVE YOU EACH A MILLION POINTS!!! (all six of you!)
CHAPTER TWO
When Isabella went in to wake Jack the next morning, he was already up. He had spent the night a bundle of nerves and had only slept in small fits.
"Jack?" Isabella asked lightly.
Jack jumped, an obvious sign of his tense nerves. "Yes?"
"Be ready to leave soon, okay?"
Jack looked up nervously. "Is Bill here yet?" He knew he would feel better if he wasn't alone. 'Please let him get here!' He thought to himself.
"Not yet," Isabella replied. "I asked for a small breakfast for you to be ready down in the restaurant area. Why don't you try and eat some before I take you down to the dock? I have to go change."
Jack nodded and began climbing down the steps. The waitress from last night was in the corner in of the room, slowly massaging her head. It was easy for Jack, and anyone else in the room, to see that she was trying to nurse a hangover. She poured herself a drink and took a small sip of it, grimacing.
"Excuse me," Jack said, trying not to be louder than was needed. His mother had always taught him to be considerate to people in this state. Probably because she'd been in it herself more that a few times.
"What izzit?" She moaned into her cup.
"My mum said you had-,"
She pointed to what looked to be more leftovers from last night's stew before Jack could finish.
Jack went over to the bowl and began to peck at it but found he didn't really have much of an appetite. 'Where are you, Bill?' He thought to himself.
A while later, Isabella entered the room wearing another of her tight waisted, bosom accentuating dress, smelling strongly of some sort of perfume or another. "Jack, you don't look like you've eaten much."
"I'm not all that hungry, really."
She smiled at him reassuringly. "You'll be back in a year." She promised. "If you really don't like the sailor's life, you can come back again in a year. That's when the ship will be docking here again."
Having an end date in mind seemed to settle Jack down again. "Okay."
"Has you're friend William come yet?"
Jack's sprits dropped again. "No."
Isabella, too, looked worried. "Jack, I'm afraid we can't wait any longer. I have to bring you to the deck now. Your father will be waiting for you."
"But-,"
"It's no use trying to argue, we have to go."
Jack stood reluctantly and began to follow his mother out the back door.
"Wait!" Jack heard a voice from behind him call. "Hey! Hold up!"
"Bill!" Jack grinned. "I thought you weren't coming!"
"'Course! It just took a little bit longer to convince my mum than I thought it would." He grinned back. "But you weren't going to go without me, right?"
"No, I woulda made them keep the ship there till you came." Jack replied and they did they're handshake together.
Isabella pushed the two of them forward, the relief obvious in her face. "Come on boys, because they won't be holding the ship for either of you."
The day was dark and overcast. A haunting wind was blowing across the dock when Isabella and the two boys arrived.
"Where is he?" Isabella murmured, skimming over the crowd. "Where- oh! There he is! John! John Sparrow!"
A rather thin man with dark hair and eyes looked over the crowd to where the sound of his name was coming from and caught sight of the waving Isabella. "Izzy?"
"Hello, John." She pushed forward the two boys. "These two are the ones coming along with you."
John looked from one to the other. "Which one is mine?"
Isabella patted Jack on the head. "The one that looks just like you."
John nodded and smiled. "Hey, so he does." He put out a hand. "Nice to meet you, son. I'm John Sparrow."
Jack shook his hand with the best firm grip he could muster. Then John turned to Bill with a smile that Isabella recognized as Jack's. "And who are you?"
"Bill." He offered a hand. "I hope it's okay that I'm coming, I sort of invited meself along."
"It's fine," John said with a wave.
Another gust of wind blew across the dock, giving the place a somber feel.
"We'd best be getting on board." John said. Looking at the sky. "Seems we're in for a bit of a storm."
"It's not going to be dangerous, is it?" Questioned Isabella.
"Nah," John said looking back down again. "Probably won't be very big. Just a little wain and it'll be gone. We'll be too far off by the time it really comes for it to do any damage."
He seemed truthful but the way he refused to meet her eye made Jack feel a bit suspicious.
"Well," He clapped a hand on each of the boys. "Shall we head up on deck then?"
The both nodded demurely, trying to image what the impending storm would bring.
Their guesses were not even close.
THANK YOU TO ANYONE WHO READ THIS!!! I GIVE YOU EACH A MILLION POINTS!!! (all six of you!)
CHAPTER TWO
When Isabella went in to wake Jack the next morning, he was already up. He had spent the night a bundle of nerves and had only slept in small fits.
"Jack?" Isabella asked lightly.
Jack jumped, an obvious sign of his tense nerves. "Yes?"
"Be ready to leave soon, okay?"
Jack looked up nervously. "Is Bill here yet?" He knew he would feel better if he wasn't alone. 'Please let him get here!' He thought to himself.
"Not yet," Isabella replied. "I asked for a small breakfast for you to be ready down in the restaurant area. Why don't you try and eat some before I take you down to the dock? I have to go change."
Jack nodded and began climbing down the steps. The waitress from last night was in the corner in of the room, slowly massaging her head. It was easy for Jack, and anyone else in the room, to see that she was trying to nurse a hangover. She poured herself a drink and took a small sip of it, grimacing.
"Excuse me," Jack said, trying not to be louder than was needed. His mother had always taught him to be considerate to people in this state. Probably because she'd been in it herself more that a few times.
"What izzit?" She moaned into her cup.
"My mum said you had-,"
She pointed to what looked to be more leftovers from last night's stew before Jack could finish.
Jack went over to the bowl and began to peck at it but found he didn't really have much of an appetite. 'Where are you, Bill?' He thought to himself.
A while later, Isabella entered the room wearing another of her tight waisted, bosom accentuating dress, smelling strongly of some sort of perfume or another. "Jack, you don't look like you've eaten much."
"I'm not all that hungry, really."
She smiled at him reassuringly. "You'll be back in a year." She promised. "If you really don't like the sailor's life, you can come back again in a year. That's when the ship will be docking here again."
Having an end date in mind seemed to settle Jack down again. "Okay."
"Has you're friend William come yet?"
Jack's sprits dropped again. "No."
Isabella, too, looked worried. "Jack, I'm afraid we can't wait any longer. I have to bring you to the deck now. Your father will be waiting for you."
"But-,"
"It's no use trying to argue, we have to go."
Jack stood reluctantly and began to follow his mother out the back door.
"Wait!" Jack heard a voice from behind him call. "Hey! Hold up!"
"Bill!" Jack grinned. "I thought you weren't coming!"
"'Course! It just took a little bit longer to convince my mum than I thought it would." He grinned back. "But you weren't going to go without me, right?"
"No, I woulda made them keep the ship there till you came." Jack replied and they did they're handshake together.
Isabella pushed the two of them forward, the relief obvious in her face. "Come on boys, because they won't be holding the ship for either of you."
The day was dark and overcast. A haunting wind was blowing across the dock when Isabella and the two boys arrived.
"Where is he?" Isabella murmured, skimming over the crowd. "Where- oh! There he is! John! John Sparrow!"
A rather thin man with dark hair and eyes looked over the crowd to where the sound of his name was coming from and caught sight of the waving Isabella. "Izzy?"
"Hello, John." She pushed forward the two boys. "These two are the ones coming along with you."
John looked from one to the other. "Which one is mine?"
Isabella patted Jack on the head. "The one that looks just like you."
John nodded and smiled. "Hey, so he does." He put out a hand. "Nice to meet you, son. I'm John Sparrow."
Jack shook his hand with the best firm grip he could muster. Then John turned to Bill with a smile that Isabella recognized as Jack's. "And who are you?"
"Bill." He offered a hand. "I hope it's okay that I'm coming, I sort of invited meself along."
"It's fine," John said with a wave.
Another gust of wind blew across the dock, giving the place a somber feel.
"We'd best be getting on board." John said. Looking at the sky. "Seems we're in for a bit of a storm."
"It's not going to be dangerous, is it?" Questioned Isabella.
"Nah," John said looking back down again. "Probably won't be very big. Just a little wain and it'll be gone. We'll be too far off by the time it really comes for it to do any damage."
He seemed truthful but the way he refused to meet her eye made Jack feel a bit suspicious.
"Well," He clapped a hand on each of the boys. "Shall we head up on deck then?"
The both nodded demurely, trying to image what the impending storm would bring.
Their guesses were not even close.