~Author's Note~

Sorry it has taken so long. This is my first attempt at a fight scene, so please bear with me. I will not be writing more for a while. On Wednesday I leave for England and Scotland. I won't be back 'till the 18th. So here it is…

Ch7: Death Awaits

James Sparrow sat at the dinning table, as hungry as ever. He had always been a big eater, but after tonight's events he was more so than usual. As he ate his bread and cold meat, he heard a sound come from inside the kitchen.

"Molly, you know you should have a candle, it's five in the bloody morning…" he laughed as he finished his meal.

Jack walked up the path to the once familiar house, Nothing's changed… he mused, disgusted with the man living in that house. He wasn't my father, no, Jeremiah was my father… But he pushed those thoughts out of his mind as he silently opened the door that lead into the house.

James was about to go up to bed when he saw a shadow move across the wall.

"Molly?" he cried, a little worried.

Molly would have made herself known to me… his head screamed. It was not long before the shadow took the form of a man. James looked towards the kitchen and was a young man with wild black hair staring at him.

"What are you doing in my house!" he yelled, backing away. Most men would think that this move was cowardly, but Jack could see that he was edging towards the swords that lay on the mantle piece.

"This was once my house, don't you recognize your own son?" Jack laughed, cutting through the silence like a knife.

"Son, I have no son!" James spat out the words like venom.

"Jack!" he said after a moment of remembrance.

"Father, so good to see you again, but I'm afraid I did not come here to indulge in a reunion."

"What do you mean?" his father asked triumphantly, for he felt the sword beneath his palm, and slowly lifted it and put it behind his back. If Jack noticed this, he pretended not to.

"I woke up this morning to some terrible news…" Jack said, circling the room, and heading into the ballroom. James had no choice but to follow him.

"Hasn't changed, has it?" his father laughed, uneasily now, for he had seen the light in his son's eyes; they spelled murder.

"No, and neither have you." Jack smiled, then turned his attention to the hand that held the sword behind James back.

"What do you want?" his father cried, panicked when he saw the light in his son's eyes. He didn't know what it meant, but he knew it wasn't good.

"Revenge is a fickle thing," Jack continued, still smiling,

"Especially when the one killed was family…" At this, James did not know what to make of his son. He thought for a moment, the pirate!? his mind mused, could he be talking of the pirate?

"I have no idea what you are talking about!" his father firmly said. This caused Jack to laugh, a horrible, merciless laugh,

"Oh father, don't be absurd! You know perfectly damn well what I'm talking about! You killed my friend, and you are going to pay!" Jack cried, taking out his own sword.

His father, recognizing the challenge, but shocked at his son, cried,

"You haven't become one of them have you?!"

"Of course I have, I've been a pirate for some time now! Not that you would know!" Jack said,

"He raised me, was my father and you murdered him! You son of a bitch!" Jack cried and he lunged forward with his sword.

James, blocking the blow with his own sword, began to strike back. It went on like this for some time, blow after blow. Pretty soon, they were both tired. But Jack would not stop until he was dead, so he continued on. They fought through the dinning room, and into the kitchen. Then they finally made it into the courtyard.

By this time, the household servants were alarmed, for they were aware that something wasn't right. Miles, the personal servant to the Governor, came running to the courtyard.

"Sir!" he screamed. Distracted by this, James turned his head,

"Leave us!" he cried, giving Jack the advantage he needed. It one swift move, he had his father pinned on the ground, both swords in his hands.

"Tell me which ship is your best, before I kill you!" he demanded.

"Never-" but the was cut off by both sword points at his neck.

"Tell me!" Jack cried, pushing the sword points into James' neck further.

"The Great Pearl." James said, cursing himself. At this Jack, raised his sword, but was interrupted by the rest of the house hold.

"Stop!" Miles cried,

"Or it's the gallows for you!" Jack thought for a moment, then ran towards Miles, pushing the first sword through his stomach. Miles just stared at him for a moment, then collapsed onto the ground.

One man down, Jack watched the rest of the people's faces scrunch up in fear.

"Get out of here ,all of you! Or there'll be the devil to pay!" he screamed, and to prove his point, he swung around and killed two more men. After that, all of them scattered. They didn't like the Governor anyways, and they did not wish to end up like the three men who were already dead.

With them gone, Jack turned his attention back to his father to find that he had disappeared. Using his tracking skills, he tracked him all the way up the road, where he found him, running into the forest.

"You won't get away!" he screamed, and ran after him.

Whether is was because he had strong muscles, or he was younger, he caught up with his father in no time. His father was about to turn the other way when he heard the click of a pistol. He turned to face Jack, and saw his worst nightmare.

"Jack, you wouldn't kill your old father?" he asked.

"Your not my father," Jack said simply, and fired the gun.

"I do not regret killing my father, mate. My only regret was the pain I caused my love, Nia. She couldn't bear to think of what I had done. But after some time, she got used to the prospect. These next events were what made me an actual pirate, what gave me my name and the Black Pearl. I shall ne'er forget my adventures with Nia and the Black Pearl."