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Ch1: On My own
As the huge military ship called "The Enforcer" sailed across the sea, James Sparrow hummed a lyric from a bible song. He had always been a religious man, even as a child, and he had tried exceedingly hard to still these principles into his only son. But these efforts were tried in vain, for his son would never see the light and beauty that religion can bestow upon one's life.
Strange, he thought, that I'm thinking about my son. As harsh at it may seem, James had never felt anything but pity towards his son. It was hard for him to get over the death of his wife.
Emily… he thought, and a sharp pain flooded through him. It was even harder for him to look at, much less love, her son.
After Emily died, James had buried himself in his work and had spent less and less time with Emily's son. He could not call Jack his son.
No, my son would love everything that I love. We would spend hours doing the things that we both enjoyed. And most of all, my son would never cause me pain whenever I peered into those dark brown eyes…
For indeed, Jack had inherited those deep brown eyes from his mother, but Jack had the strong arms and chest of his father. He would be a heart-breaker someday, James thought to himself, just like his dad…
He violently shook those ideas out of his head, and went back to work.
Jack watched the waves roll by as he sat there, huddled into a corner in the galley. The galley had the more rats than any other part of the ship, but no one would ever look for a small boy, huddled into a corner with the corn bread and flour.
Why did I do this? he asked himself,
To spend time with my dad… Then why don't I just go up and talk to him? Why am I so afraid? Secretly he knew the answer, but he would never admit it to anyone, (including himself) that he was scared of his father's reaction. He was scared that his dad would embarrass him in front of the whole crew, and that his dad would turn the ship around and take him home. But most of all, he was scared that the crew would cast him over-board. These allusions, made by the mind of a ten-year-old, were the reason why he kept his whereabouts a secret.
The ship hiccupped into the dock of an island by the name of Tortuga. Slowly, all the passengers began to disembark the ship, save one. James Sparrow was to stay on the ship and load up the supplies, then meet the rest of his colleges in the tavern.
James was glad to stay on the ship, Tortuga was a pirate-infested island. James would have liked to stay on the ship the whole time. He hated pirates. They were filthy, disgusting creatures. James shuddered at the mere memory of what they had did to his wife.
These bloody pirates are the reason she's dead. I will be more than happy to see them gone from our shores, even if it means I have to get to know a few of them… He thought of this as he packed, he was almost ready when he heard footsteps towards his right, and he turned towards it. There he saw his son, standing on the starboard side of the ship, looking up at him with a half-played smile across his face.
He wanted to scream, he wanted to run up to his son and violently ask him what the hell he was thinking. As he suppressed a shudder, whether it was from the breeze or the memory of Emily, he didn't care to know, and kept his voice calm as he addressed his son,
"What are you doing here?"
"I-I," his son stammered, and Jack saw the impatience in his father's eyes,
"I wanted to spend time with you." As he said this, Jack realized, for the first time, how ludicrous the idea of sneaking on a boat just to be with his father seemed. But he ignored that for now, he was much to concerned with his father's response.
"You, you!! You wanted to spend time with me! Don't we spend entirely too much time together anyways?! I can't believe! Uhh, I don't even know how to punish you or what to say!" His father cried out, and Jack knew he was in for it. If his father couldn't think of anything to say or do, this meant that Jack was most definitely in trouble.
Then, suddenly, Jack felt himself being lifted and thrown across the ship. He was about to get up when he heard his father's voice,
"Go on, get up you bloody, fuckin' idiot!" And as he got up he felt himself being thrown again, this time over the edge of the ship. His body landed in the water with an unnatural thud.
"I don't want to ever look at you face, ever! You make me sick!" his father yelled.
Jack stayed right where he was until he heard his father pick up his things and leave the ship. Then he slowly swam to shore. When he got there, he realized that there was a gash on his leg from being thrown down on a metal pole that had been sticking out of the ships port side.
But despite the searing pain in his leg, and his shivering, ice-cold body, he walked all the way up to town.
Tortuga, for he had heard a man call it that, was a fascinating place, Jack mused as he walked through town. He could not help but look at all the people, they acted so happy, so natural. He wondered how people could live like this and be so happy.
He couldn't help but notice that these people were anything but rich, for there were probably hundreds of people in the streets. Jack had never seen anything like this before, and he felt a sudden feeling homeliness that he had never felt in his ten years with his father.
As he wandered through the streets, the sky grew dim. Jack immediately wondered where he was going to sleep.
I could always go back to the ship… No. But if he didn't go back to the ship, where was he supposed to go? These thoughts and more ran through his head, but through all the turmoil, one thing was clear: He would never go back to his father again.
"This is how it began, love. My adventure to becoming a pirate. It is funny to think, mate, that Capitan Jack Sparrow once started out as a small young boy, but we all had to start somewhere. I mean, you can't become a world famous pirate all in one night, love, it took me years to get there…"