29th December, 1639
I have taken up residency with Will, Liz, and their daughter Nerissa. Things started out well enough at first, but I am afraid that I can hardly tolerate it much longer. While I am grateful to them for supporting me for so long, I don't know how much more I can bear. I feel as though they pity me and enjoy having me around as a little plaything. Will constantly bombards me with liquor -which I have to secretly pour into plants while he is not looking- "reminiscing the good old days." The ones I do not remember, of course. And then he lectures me about his adventures in the Royal Navy and his rise to governor.
And Nerissa, seven seas! Never has the term "awkward teenager" been more appropriate! The girl was rather pleasant at first, and yes, I entertained a few . . . unwholesome fantasies involving her and myself, but I quickly came to my senses. While I find her being smitten with me flattering, the girl is young enough to be my daughter! Alas, I do pity her for her parents' ignorance to the troubles she faces. Her peers taunt her and deliberately sabotage her efforts at becoming an acceptable member of society. And her mother, Poseidon help the child! Liz is aware of Nerissa's crush on me and detests it, finding ways to intrude on any private conversation we try to hold. She is hell-bent on finding Nerissa the perfect suitor. To her perfection comes in the shape of fifty-year-old balding aristocrats with heavy purses. I cannot leave Nerissa to such a fate. So it is for her that I stay, only to hear her out and lend a shoulder on which to cry.
Jack stared blankly at the page for a moment, the words closing in together, making new alien terms. He sighed and pushed himself away from his desk. He stood slowly and crossed his room to the window. He stared out at the starry night for several moments and then decided to go for a walk. He trotted down the stairs and headed for the front door, crossing paths with Nerissa, who was coming out of the library.
"Jack, where are you off to?" she asked, reaching for her cloak to join him.
"Just a walk," he replied.
"Just a walk, dear," Elizabeth appeared beside her daughter, taking the cloak from the girl's hands. "He doesn't need your supervision, dear. I'm sure he can manage it on his own without getting lost."
"Really, I'll be back shortly," he added.
"See there, he doesn't even desire your companionship," Elizabeth smiled and pulled her daughter into the parlor.
Jack shot an evil glare in Elizabeth's direction as she left and reached for the door. Stepping out onto the stoop, he slammed the door behind him. Inside, Nerissa winced at the encounter.
Jack trailed down the lane and wandered through alleys until he found himself at the harbor. He inhaled the salty sea air and felt comforted for the first time in ages. He leaned against a post and as he did so, he felt parchment crumble under his weight. He turned to inspect the document. He read aloud
Wanted by order of King Charles
Captain Jack Sparrow for his willful commission of crimes against the crown. Said crimes being numerous in quantity and sinister in nature, the most egregious of these to be cited herewith – piracy, smuggling, impersonating an officer of the Spanish Royal Navy, impersonating a cleric of the Church of England, sailing under false colors, arson, kidnapping, looting, poaching, brigandage, pilfering, depravity, depredation, and general lawlessness. If you or anyone you know comes in contact with this man, contact the authorities at once. Do not attempt to approach him. He is considered to be armed and dangerous.
He studied the rough sketch of the captain and gasped, dropping the parchment. He turned and darted straight for the nearest pub.
A/N: Most of the wanted sign is taken directly from the movie. Sorry for being such a procrastinator, everyone. Thanx for your patience!