Thanks to:
Riddle-Me-That (I'm was very happy to read that you find my story unique-I was hoping I didn't write something that had already been done)
Mako-chan Wolf (Your 'English teacher' like review complimented my Writing skills-which I always thought was somehow lacking...)
Soccer-Bitch (I thank you for your encouragement)
PiratePrincess91 (One of the reasons I was thinking about changing the name was because 'Jack Brown' hasn't been introduced yet, but that will change in this chapter. And about Jack Sparrow, He hasn't escaped yet because he has little desire to. He can't get the 'Pearl' without A LOT of help, he's not going to die if he stays, he gets free food, a nice room of his own, Commodore Norrington is a decent guy, he cares about what happens to Elizabeth and he feels he somehow owes Will. Mellow? Captain Jack Sparrow? No, no, no, no, he's the same Pirate we all love on the inside, he's just suppressing it for the time being.)
My spring break is over. I have written four chapters, after the next one is posted on Sunday I might not be able to keep up with this story. I will be concentrating on my studies. I will try to keep writing because I enjoy writing this story and it's great to hear that you like it too.
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In a small settlement miles away from Port Royal a merchant ship was docked. "The MaryAnn" was preparing to go on a journey that would take its crew to many different settlements to pick up supplies, then on to London. It was a long journey and it would be many weeks before any of the crew would see this small settlement again.
Paul Taylor was checking to see if everything was in order for their departure, set to take place in a few days. He was a strong and slightly heavy set man with a balding head and kind eyes. The kind old man had a small obsession with attention to detail, that was why he was still going over business so close to the beginning of the voyage. Soon a petite young girl, not older than eight years old, came up and began watching her father work. "Gwen? Why aren't you off playing? We'll be leaving soon you know." Mr. Taylor said when he noticed his daughter standing there. "I know, but I wanted to help you get ready" she replied. "Well, why don't you go see if Mr. Brown has anything for you to do" he said, knowing that what he, himself, was doing would not hold his daughter's interest for long. "Okay" she said cheerily.
Gwen loved Mr. Brown, he was like the big brother she never had. Jack Brown had come at a time in her and her father's lives when they needed some extra love and, Gwen thought, Jack had needed some extra love too. Gwen's mother had just died in a fire, she knew that part but she didn't know what had happened to Jack. One day a Mr. Brown came to her father requesting a job, her dad said that 'he just looked so kind, I had to hire him.' Ever since then she, her father and Jack always went together when her father's work had required a long trip. "Jack," she began as she walked up behind the young man "I want to help, and father said to ask you if you had anything for me to do."
Jack turned around and looked fondly at his self proclaimed 'sister.' "Sorry Gwen, I just finished." He had been inspecting the extra rope to make sure that it wasn't rotten. "Let's go see if there's anything else to do..." "Gwen! Gwen? Where are you?" came a voice from a distance. Jack smiled "You'd better go. You and Jacquelyn won't be seeing each other for a while" When the girl began to pout he continued "You and I can spend as much time together as you want once we set out to sea." The little girl brightened "Okay" she said with a big smile, and then ran off to find her friend.
As Gwen disappeared from view Jack began to think of how wonderful it would be to have a child of his own. This was not the first time he'd imagined starting a family of his own, nor would it be the last. But every time he caught himself beginning to think that way he would remember how his heart was broken and that he would never be able to love another woman as long as he lived.
Just then another sailor came up behind Jack and, seeing the man's expression, asked him "tha yur sis?" "Huh? Oh. No, no...she and I pretend to be brother and sister because she thought she needed another family member to make her family complete." Jack said, coming out of his thoughts. "O, 'kay then" the sailor said, not really caring either way. "Well 'm off t'get me a drink. Want t'come?" "No I'm fine, thanks." Jack replied. Jack went to find Mr. Taylor and help make final preparations for the journey as the sailor walked off to find the nearest bar.
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"Mr. Taylor!" Jack called as he approached the man, when he got to him he asked "How's everything looking?" "Good, good, I think that everything is in order". responded Mr. Taylor, continuing by asking "How about those ropes?" "Perfect, not one thing wrong with them." Was all Jack said in return.
When he didn't say anything more Mr. Taylor looked up from what he was doing. "What's wrong" "Nothing" was Jack's short reply. The old sailor lifted his eyebrows, to show that he knew there was more to it that than that. When Jack realized he wouldn't get away without explaining he continued. "I was thinking about her again, about what it would have been like if we could have started a family."
"You really loved her." Even though they both knew it hadn't been a question Jack nodded his head. "I'm truly sorry that she died, you deserve some happiness Jack" continued the old sailor. "Thank you." After Jack had said this there was a long silence, both of them remembering their lost love.
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The MaryAnn was leaving today, right on schedule. Almost every person that lived in that settlement was gathered on the dock to see off their friends and family. Everyone was hoping that the ship would only see fair winds and calm seas ahead, so that they could return quickly.
Their last stop in the Caribbean was Port Royal, then from there to London. Officially they weren't supposed to get there until three weeks from today, but that was giving time to allow for bad weather. If the weather was good and the loading and unloading of the ship went quickly, they could get there in two weeks.
Either way, Jack was not looking forward to that stop. He had lived there at one point in his life and he never wanted to go back, not after what happened. The only person he had ever told about it was Mr. Taylor, who had become like a father to him. Even then he had told the story as vaguely as he could, it was too painful to even think about. Jack hoped something would come up so they wouldn't have to go to Port Royal. As it was, he planed to stay below deck the whole time they were there.
As the crew of the MaryAnn watched the settlement disappear from view, and they drifted farther and farther away, they wondered what adventures they might find along the way. How would the weather be? Would the winds be strong and constant? Would they meet pirates? The last one was on all the sailor's minds. Every one of them knew that these waters were becoming more dangerous, due to the pirate threat.
Would they get home?
Riddle-Me-That (I'm was very happy to read that you find my story unique-I was hoping I didn't write something that had already been done)
Mako-chan Wolf (Your 'English teacher' like review complimented my Writing skills-which I always thought was somehow lacking...)
Soccer-Bitch (I thank you for your encouragement)
PiratePrincess91 (One of the reasons I was thinking about changing the name was because 'Jack Brown' hasn't been introduced yet, but that will change in this chapter. And about Jack Sparrow, He hasn't escaped yet because he has little desire to. He can't get the 'Pearl' without A LOT of help, he's not going to die if he stays, he gets free food, a nice room of his own, Commodore Norrington is a decent guy, he cares about what happens to Elizabeth and he feels he somehow owes Will. Mellow? Captain Jack Sparrow? No, no, no, no, he's the same Pirate we all love on the inside, he's just suppressing it for the time being.)
My spring break is over. I have written four chapters, after the next one is posted on Sunday I might not be able to keep up with this story. I will be concentrating on my studies. I will try to keep writing because I enjoy writing this story and it's great to hear that you like it too.
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In a small settlement miles away from Port Royal a merchant ship was docked. "The MaryAnn" was preparing to go on a journey that would take its crew to many different settlements to pick up supplies, then on to London. It was a long journey and it would be many weeks before any of the crew would see this small settlement again.
Paul Taylor was checking to see if everything was in order for their departure, set to take place in a few days. He was a strong and slightly heavy set man with a balding head and kind eyes. The kind old man had a small obsession with attention to detail, that was why he was still going over business so close to the beginning of the voyage. Soon a petite young girl, not older than eight years old, came up and began watching her father work. "Gwen? Why aren't you off playing? We'll be leaving soon you know." Mr. Taylor said when he noticed his daughter standing there. "I know, but I wanted to help you get ready" she replied. "Well, why don't you go see if Mr. Brown has anything for you to do" he said, knowing that what he, himself, was doing would not hold his daughter's interest for long. "Okay" she said cheerily.
Gwen loved Mr. Brown, he was like the big brother she never had. Jack Brown had come at a time in her and her father's lives when they needed some extra love and, Gwen thought, Jack had needed some extra love too. Gwen's mother had just died in a fire, she knew that part but she didn't know what had happened to Jack. One day a Mr. Brown came to her father requesting a job, her dad said that 'he just looked so kind, I had to hire him.' Ever since then she, her father and Jack always went together when her father's work had required a long trip. "Jack," she began as she walked up behind the young man "I want to help, and father said to ask you if you had anything for me to do."
Jack turned around and looked fondly at his self proclaimed 'sister.' "Sorry Gwen, I just finished." He had been inspecting the extra rope to make sure that it wasn't rotten. "Let's go see if there's anything else to do..." "Gwen! Gwen? Where are you?" came a voice from a distance. Jack smiled "You'd better go. You and Jacquelyn won't be seeing each other for a while" When the girl began to pout he continued "You and I can spend as much time together as you want once we set out to sea." The little girl brightened "Okay" she said with a big smile, and then ran off to find her friend.
As Gwen disappeared from view Jack began to think of how wonderful it would be to have a child of his own. This was not the first time he'd imagined starting a family of his own, nor would it be the last. But every time he caught himself beginning to think that way he would remember how his heart was broken and that he would never be able to love another woman as long as he lived.
Just then another sailor came up behind Jack and, seeing the man's expression, asked him "tha yur sis?" "Huh? Oh. No, no...she and I pretend to be brother and sister because she thought she needed another family member to make her family complete." Jack said, coming out of his thoughts. "O, 'kay then" the sailor said, not really caring either way. "Well 'm off t'get me a drink. Want t'come?" "No I'm fine, thanks." Jack replied. Jack went to find Mr. Taylor and help make final preparations for the journey as the sailor walked off to find the nearest bar.
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"Mr. Taylor!" Jack called as he approached the man, when he got to him he asked "How's everything looking?" "Good, good, I think that everything is in order". responded Mr. Taylor, continuing by asking "How about those ropes?" "Perfect, not one thing wrong with them." Was all Jack said in return.
When he didn't say anything more Mr. Taylor looked up from what he was doing. "What's wrong" "Nothing" was Jack's short reply. The old sailor lifted his eyebrows, to show that he knew there was more to it that than that. When Jack realized he wouldn't get away without explaining he continued. "I was thinking about her again, about what it would have been like if we could have started a family."
"You really loved her." Even though they both knew it hadn't been a question Jack nodded his head. "I'm truly sorry that she died, you deserve some happiness Jack" continued the old sailor. "Thank you." After Jack had said this there was a long silence, both of them remembering their lost love.
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The MaryAnn was leaving today, right on schedule. Almost every person that lived in that settlement was gathered on the dock to see off their friends and family. Everyone was hoping that the ship would only see fair winds and calm seas ahead, so that they could return quickly.
Their last stop in the Caribbean was Port Royal, then from there to London. Officially they weren't supposed to get there until three weeks from today, but that was giving time to allow for bad weather. If the weather was good and the loading and unloading of the ship went quickly, they could get there in two weeks.
Either way, Jack was not looking forward to that stop. He had lived there at one point in his life and he never wanted to go back, not after what happened. The only person he had ever told about it was Mr. Taylor, who had become like a father to him. Even then he had told the story as vaguely as he could, it was too painful to even think about. Jack hoped something would come up so they wouldn't have to go to Port Royal. As it was, he planed to stay below deck the whole time they were there.
As the crew of the MaryAnn watched the settlement disappear from view, and they drifted farther and farther away, they wondered what adventures they might find along the way. How would the weather be? Would the winds be strong and constant? Would they meet pirates? The last one was on all the sailor's minds. Every one of them knew that these waters were becoming more dangerous, due to the pirate threat.
Would they get home?