Chapter Three: Reunions and Undesired Memories
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"Who'd ya bring with ya, luv?" Jack asked as he walked into the front room. He stopped dead in his tracks, paling considerably under his dark tan.
Mrs. Bruckworth brought a hand up to her mouth slowly, gasping. "Hello, Jack."
Jack's eyes shifted between Mr. and Mrs. Bruckworth as he started to inch backwards. "Ya know, mates, I think I should get goin'."
Will cocked his head to the side. "Jack? What's the matter? Do you two know each other."
Mr. Bruckworth let out a low chuckle. "Jack Sparrow. I expected you to be long since dead."
"No such luck for you," Jack answered with a shrug, turning to leave.
Mrs. Bruckworth grabbed his wrist. "Jack, please. It's been what... fifteen years? Sixteen?"
"An' it can be fifteen more," the pirate captain growled, tugging his wrist free. "I've no need to disturb your ideal life with your wonderful Richard Bruckworth, so I'll be goin'."
"Let him go, Marie. He's not worth it," Richard Bruckworth said flippantly.
Marie Bruckworth stretched out a shaky hand, as if beckoning the captain back to her. "Jack, you look so much like your father........"
Jack's dark eyes flashed with untold hatred. "How dare you even say somethin' like tha'? Yer the one who murdered 'im." That said, Jack stormed out of the little house, blazing past a very confused Will and Elizabeth, a very upset Marie Bruckworth and a very saddened Ana Maria. He avoided Richard all together.
"What WAS all that?" Elizabeth asked.
"Are you really 'is mum?" Ana Maria asked quietly, her eyes locked with Marie's. She gave a small smile when the aristocrat nodded. "'e talked about you once, but he was very drunk and I didn' know what to make of it all."
"What did he tell you?"
"'e said that 'is mum was British, high class, and moved them both back to London right before his father died where she remarried a..." she looked at Richard and gave a small smile, "....heartless bastard, I believe was the term he used."
"Sounds like the boy," Richard growled.
"Richard! Please, Miss...."
"Ana Maria."
"Ana Maria, we mean him no harm. He hasn't written in years and I thought him long dead."
"If you mean 'im no 'arm, you best leave 'im alone."
"And who are you to him?" Richard asked, his nose slightly in the air. "His whore?"
"I really wish you would stop insulting my friends!" Elizabeth growled.
"I'd be 'is first mate on HIS ship."
Marie smiled. "He has his own?"
"And I pirate brand to go with it, I'm sure," Richard remarked. "After all, he 'looks so much like his father.' Probably acts just the same."
"Please, can we sit down?" Marie asked. "I'll tell you most of what happened, perhaps clear some things up, hmm?"
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"I was fifteen when my father brought me over from London. On our way over our ship was attacked by pirates and I was taken." Marie took a sip of the tea that she held in her hands and sighed slightly. "Jonathan Sparrow was the captain of the pirate's ship, and he treated me well enough. I was fascinated with him.... And fell in love."
Richard rolled his eyes. "That's not the story your father tells."
"Father never knew how to tell a story." She smiled at her audience. "When I was 'rescued' Father quickly discovered I was pregnant. Jonathan and I had a church wedding, and he was willing to let his ship sail away with out him, just to be with Jack and me. When Jack was six we moved back to London because Father offered to pay for his schooling-"
"And her father had Jonathan Sparrow hung like the criminal he was," Richard finished. "No embellishes, Marie."
Elizabeth gasped. "Your father hung your husband?"
"She was betrothed to me," Richard answered for his wife.
"An' couldn't let a pirate run 'round London, could ya?" Jack asked from the door. He looked as if he'd been there a while, listening. "Tell 'em the rest 'o th' story, Richard. Tell 'em 'bout when you married me mum. Tell 'im what you did to 'ol Jack, son of a pirate, eh?"
"Insolent brat!" Richard growled.
"Now now," Jack answered, his hands waving in a calming motion. "'m sure I deserved every one 'o those hits, eh? Bein' as I was an 'insolent brat' an' everythin'. Not that me mum stopped you, hmm?"
"Jack...."
A grin spread across the pirate's face. "I lit out from that place soon as I could. No one wanted me there, an' I know when I don't care for a place. I was too dark to be called yer child, so you 'ad no use fer me," he said, his voice directed at Richard.
"But that's all in the past," Marie whispered. "Jack, you're grown now, we can put all of that in the past, dear."
"Wha'? You killin' me dad? Some things don' get forgotten so easy. Jus' like someone stealin' a ship don't get forgotten."
Will locked eyes with the pirate for a moment. Did he put this man on the same level as Barbossa? Probably on a lower level still.
"A ship? And you have your own?" Richard sneered.
"I do indeed," Jack answered. "The Black Pearl. 'eard of her?"
"I can say I have not."
Marie startled. "You mean the pirate's ship that is so feared?"
"Most of it is left from Barbossa," Ana Maria piped up. "But Jack is a much better pirate than his former first mate would ever have been."
"I'm sure," Richard drawled out. "Marie, dear, haven't we staid in this place long enough? Surely the governor's house would be much more appealing...."
"Richard! I haven't seen my son in years and you expect me to-"
"Go ahead," Jack said from his place leaning against the wall. "Run 'long. I don' mind in the least."
"Jack," his mother pleaded.
A smile crossed the pirate captain's face, but it was not his normal, good-natured smile. "I'd take 'im away now, Mum, or 'e might just find 'imself at the mercy of me crew. 'ey've been wantin' a good fight, and 'e'd be the one to give it to 'em."
Marie's face paled as she looked at her son who was now leaning closely to her face. Jack cocked his head slightly to the side when he realized everyone else was watching him as well. It took a moment for the realization to hit that they weren't looking AT him, but rather behind him. He slowly turned his head to see a tall man towering over him. His eyes met the green-blue ones of the first mate on the ship he knew to be called the Crimson Wave. "Well tha's not good," he managed before something hard connected with his scull and everything sunk into darkness.
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Thanks to everyone for reviewing!
kungfuchick: Yeah... poor Ana Maria. Gotta love that girl. I thought she and Jack were made for each other the moment I saw her slap him the second time. "You stole my BOAT!" Gotta love Ana Maria.....
LaVieSansAmour: Yay! I do love writing cliff hangers and I'm glad someone likes them And good! Mr. Bruckworth is supposed to be a complete jerk. wacks him over the head with a stolen oar
Ivy Crane: Am I THAT predictable? Suppose that makes me dishonest, eh?
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"Who'd ya bring with ya, luv?" Jack asked as he walked into the front room. He stopped dead in his tracks, paling considerably under his dark tan.
Mrs. Bruckworth brought a hand up to her mouth slowly, gasping. "Hello, Jack."
Jack's eyes shifted between Mr. and Mrs. Bruckworth as he started to inch backwards. "Ya know, mates, I think I should get goin'."
Will cocked his head to the side. "Jack? What's the matter? Do you two know each other."
Mr. Bruckworth let out a low chuckle. "Jack Sparrow. I expected you to be long since dead."
"No such luck for you," Jack answered with a shrug, turning to leave.
Mrs. Bruckworth grabbed his wrist. "Jack, please. It's been what... fifteen years? Sixteen?"
"An' it can be fifteen more," the pirate captain growled, tugging his wrist free. "I've no need to disturb your ideal life with your wonderful Richard Bruckworth, so I'll be goin'."
"Let him go, Marie. He's not worth it," Richard Bruckworth said flippantly.
Marie Bruckworth stretched out a shaky hand, as if beckoning the captain back to her. "Jack, you look so much like your father........"
Jack's dark eyes flashed with untold hatred. "How dare you even say somethin' like tha'? Yer the one who murdered 'im." That said, Jack stormed out of the little house, blazing past a very confused Will and Elizabeth, a very upset Marie Bruckworth and a very saddened Ana Maria. He avoided Richard all together.
"What WAS all that?" Elizabeth asked.
"Are you really 'is mum?" Ana Maria asked quietly, her eyes locked with Marie's. She gave a small smile when the aristocrat nodded. "'e talked about you once, but he was very drunk and I didn' know what to make of it all."
"What did he tell you?"
"'e said that 'is mum was British, high class, and moved them both back to London right before his father died where she remarried a..." she looked at Richard and gave a small smile, "....heartless bastard, I believe was the term he used."
"Sounds like the boy," Richard growled.
"Richard! Please, Miss...."
"Ana Maria."
"Ana Maria, we mean him no harm. He hasn't written in years and I thought him long dead."
"If you mean 'im no 'arm, you best leave 'im alone."
"And who are you to him?" Richard asked, his nose slightly in the air. "His whore?"
"I really wish you would stop insulting my friends!" Elizabeth growled.
"I'd be 'is first mate on HIS ship."
Marie smiled. "He has his own?"
"And I pirate brand to go with it, I'm sure," Richard remarked. "After all, he 'looks so much like his father.' Probably acts just the same."
"Please, can we sit down?" Marie asked. "I'll tell you most of what happened, perhaps clear some things up, hmm?"
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"I was fifteen when my father brought me over from London. On our way over our ship was attacked by pirates and I was taken." Marie took a sip of the tea that she held in her hands and sighed slightly. "Jonathan Sparrow was the captain of the pirate's ship, and he treated me well enough. I was fascinated with him.... And fell in love."
Richard rolled his eyes. "That's not the story your father tells."
"Father never knew how to tell a story." She smiled at her audience. "When I was 'rescued' Father quickly discovered I was pregnant. Jonathan and I had a church wedding, and he was willing to let his ship sail away with out him, just to be with Jack and me. When Jack was six we moved back to London because Father offered to pay for his schooling-"
"And her father had Jonathan Sparrow hung like the criminal he was," Richard finished. "No embellishes, Marie."
Elizabeth gasped. "Your father hung your husband?"
"She was betrothed to me," Richard answered for his wife.
"An' couldn't let a pirate run 'round London, could ya?" Jack asked from the door. He looked as if he'd been there a while, listening. "Tell 'em the rest 'o th' story, Richard. Tell 'em 'bout when you married me mum. Tell 'im what you did to 'ol Jack, son of a pirate, eh?"
"Insolent brat!" Richard growled.
"Now now," Jack answered, his hands waving in a calming motion. "'m sure I deserved every one 'o those hits, eh? Bein' as I was an 'insolent brat' an' everythin'. Not that me mum stopped you, hmm?"
"Jack...."
A grin spread across the pirate's face. "I lit out from that place soon as I could. No one wanted me there, an' I know when I don't care for a place. I was too dark to be called yer child, so you 'ad no use fer me," he said, his voice directed at Richard.
"But that's all in the past," Marie whispered. "Jack, you're grown now, we can put all of that in the past, dear."
"Wha'? You killin' me dad? Some things don' get forgotten so easy. Jus' like someone stealin' a ship don't get forgotten."
Will locked eyes with the pirate for a moment. Did he put this man on the same level as Barbossa? Probably on a lower level still.
"A ship? And you have your own?" Richard sneered.
"I do indeed," Jack answered. "The Black Pearl. 'eard of her?"
"I can say I have not."
Marie startled. "You mean the pirate's ship that is so feared?"
"Most of it is left from Barbossa," Ana Maria piped up. "But Jack is a much better pirate than his former first mate would ever have been."
"I'm sure," Richard drawled out. "Marie, dear, haven't we staid in this place long enough? Surely the governor's house would be much more appealing...."
"Richard! I haven't seen my son in years and you expect me to-"
"Go ahead," Jack said from his place leaning against the wall. "Run 'long. I don' mind in the least."
"Jack," his mother pleaded.
A smile crossed the pirate captain's face, but it was not his normal, good-natured smile. "I'd take 'im away now, Mum, or 'e might just find 'imself at the mercy of me crew. 'ey've been wantin' a good fight, and 'e'd be the one to give it to 'em."
Marie's face paled as she looked at her son who was now leaning closely to her face. Jack cocked his head slightly to the side when he realized everyone else was watching him as well. It took a moment for the realization to hit that they weren't looking AT him, but rather behind him. He slowly turned his head to see a tall man towering over him. His eyes met the green-blue ones of the first mate on the ship he knew to be called the Crimson Wave. "Well tha's not good," he managed before something hard connected with his scull and everything sunk into darkness.
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Thanks to everyone for reviewing!
kungfuchick: Yeah... poor Ana Maria. Gotta love that girl. I thought she and Jack were made for each other the moment I saw her slap him the second time. "You stole my BOAT!" Gotta love Ana Maria.....
LaVieSansAmour: Yay! I do love writing cliff hangers and I'm glad someone likes them And good! Mr. Bruckworth is supposed to be a complete jerk. wacks him over the head with a stolen oar
Ivy Crane: Am I THAT predictable? Suppose that makes me dishonest, eh?