A/N: WHOA! This week has been PACKED! Too much stuff to do. Thanks to my
reviewers, I shall take your words to heart. Well, this chappie has Jack in
it, and explains a lot about the plot and mysterious boy.hope you like!
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Gee whiz: if "abbreviation" means to shorten words, why is it such a long word?
DISCLAIMER: I probably should have put this in before.oh well. I don't own POTC, will turner, jack sparrow, or, unfortunately Orlando Bloom (though I can still dream.) I only own Claire and the "boy." Don't worry, you'll know his name soon.
CHAPTER 2: THE CURSE IS RESTORED
"Who are you? And WHAT ON EARTH are you doing in MY room?" Claire spoke without hesitation. "And how do you know my name? Did someone send you? Do you know my family? Are you a pirate? Anytime you feel like answering, go ahead." She was soon out of breath. Although she was scared out of her mind, she didn't show it.
"A boy, long story, my father, yes, sort of, almost, there I just did." The boy answered with an amused look on his face. He jumped down from the window, walking over to Claire. "Just tell me one thing, Miss Turner," he whispered, his face now inches from hers, "do you believe in ghost stories?"
"What?"
"Just answer the question."
"Humph. I hardly believe in ghost stories anymore."
"Well, Clarissa, you best start believing in ghost stories."
Claire was suddenly very confused. "Why?"
"What about curses? Do you believe in them?"
"Sure. Fine. I don't care, just tell me what is going on!"
"Well then, if you do, take this." He opened his hand, revealing a gold medallion with a pirate symbol on it.
"No. I don't want it."
"Take it anyway."
"But-" Claire began to protest, but the boy gently opened her right hand with his own, and put the medallion (which was on a chain) in her hand. A breeze started to come in from the window, and the temperature dropped. Then everything was back to normal. He looked at her face, after putting the medallion in her hand. He continued to look at her, but did not remove his hand from hers. After the silence became unbearable, Claire finally took her hand away and said, "What is this for?"
"It's a link. To yours and your family's past. You'll find out in good time, my dear, don't worry." "How-can-you-just-waltz-in-here-and-act-like--you've-" but Claire was interrupted by a the boy starting to laugh. It sounded so familiar, but she wasn't sure as to where she had heard it before. "Don't you laugh at me, you, you." This only made the boy laugh harder. "What is your name?" Claire asked suddenly, quickly getting tired of the boy's taunts. "Alexander Michael Sparr-um, Cotton." He said with a bow. "But you can call me Alex." "Very well.I need some answers Alex. And I need them NOW." She practically shouted. "Sorry Miss Turner, but I really must be going. But I promise you, we will meet again." He then very lightly kissed her cheek and walked over to the window, then jumped. Just like that. Claire was in shock. That did not just happen. A boy did not just walk into her room, ask her a bunch of dumb questions, give her necklace thingie, kiss her on the cheek, and jump out the window. Quite a crazy line of events. Claire decided to examine the medallion more closely. It looked oddly familiar, she must have seen it somewhere. ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
"I am not doing that for you again, or any other tricks you have up your sleeve. It's not worth it." Alex had jumped onto a boat, and was now speaking to a man.
"Eh laddie, it will be worth your weight in silver and gold. Trust me, one day you'll thank me for this." The man spoke calmly, and surveying Alex with great interest. Never had he seen a pirate so young before. And those blue eyes, so sharp, piercing, even.
"Well it better, or I'm bringing my father into this." With that, Alex jumped off the boat, which had been tied up at a dock, and walked through the village. Since he was looking for his father, he headed straight for the village tavern. And there in the tavern, lo and behold, sat his father, gulping down rum like there was no tomorrow. He was also talking to a few locals in-between swigs, who were hanging off his every word.
"And then they made me their chief," Jack said. (From the movie, I know.)
"Father!" Alex called out. "I thought we were meeting some old friends.by the name of Turner, I believe?" He suddenly had a very mischievous look in his blue eyes.
"Sure, why not Alex? I need to visit Will anyway. Today is their anniversary, you know," Jack said putting down the rum and standing up, and disappointing the locals very much. "Anamaria must come too. ANAMARIA! COME HERE DARLING!" Jack yelled. So Anamaria came, from the other side of the tavern. "We are going to visit some old friends, do you wish to come along?"
"Very well," she said. So the three of them headed out for the Turner's house. When they finally arrived, the knocked on the door. Elizabeth was the one to answer. Her hand flew up to her mouth. Then she said, "Will, I think we have some visitors."
A/N: Well, what did you think? A bit long, I know, but oh well. For those of you who wondered why Alex had blue eyes when his parents didn't, well, I don't know, it just sort of ended up that way. REVIEWS! This story is in your hands! It depends on whether you review or not! So, if you want this story to continue, review, review, and review some more!!!!
Here is a preview of the next chapter:
Claire couldn't believe it. She simply couldn't.
"This isn't happening," she said, mostly to herself, but Alex heard her.
"Oh yes it is, dear," he said, leaning in toward her, "whether you like it or not".
REVIEW!
Gee whiz: if "abbreviation" means to shorten words, why is it such a long word?
DISCLAIMER: I probably should have put this in before.oh well. I don't own POTC, will turner, jack sparrow, or, unfortunately Orlando Bloom (though I can still dream.) I only own Claire and the "boy." Don't worry, you'll know his name soon.
CHAPTER 2: THE CURSE IS RESTORED
"Who are you? And WHAT ON EARTH are you doing in MY room?" Claire spoke without hesitation. "And how do you know my name? Did someone send you? Do you know my family? Are you a pirate? Anytime you feel like answering, go ahead." She was soon out of breath. Although she was scared out of her mind, she didn't show it.
"A boy, long story, my father, yes, sort of, almost, there I just did." The boy answered with an amused look on his face. He jumped down from the window, walking over to Claire. "Just tell me one thing, Miss Turner," he whispered, his face now inches from hers, "do you believe in ghost stories?"
"What?"
"Just answer the question."
"Humph. I hardly believe in ghost stories anymore."
"Well, Clarissa, you best start believing in ghost stories."
Claire was suddenly very confused. "Why?"
"What about curses? Do you believe in them?"
"Sure. Fine. I don't care, just tell me what is going on!"
"Well then, if you do, take this." He opened his hand, revealing a gold medallion with a pirate symbol on it.
"No. I don't want it."
"Take it anyway."
"But-" Claire began to protest, but the boy gently opened her right hand with his own, and put the medallion (which was on a chain) in her hand. A breeze started to come in from the window, and the temperature dropped. Then everything was back to normal. He looked at her face, after putting the medallion in her hand. He continued to look at her, but did not remove his hand from hers. After the silence became unbearable, Claire finally took her hand away and said, "What is this for?"
"It's a link. To yours and your family's past. You'll find out in good time, my dear, don't worry." "How-can-you-just-waltz-in-here-and-act-like--you've-" but Claire was interrupted by a the boy starting to laugh. It sounded so familiar, but she wasn't sure as to where she had heard it before. "Don't you laugh at me, you, you." This only made the boy laugh harder. "What is your name?" Claire asked suddenly, quickly getting tired of the boy's taunts. "Alexander Michael Sparr-um, Cotton." He said with a bow. "But you can call me Alex." "Very well.I need some answers Alex. And I need them NOW." She practically shouted. "Sorry Miss Turner, but I really must be going. But I promise you, we will meet again." He then very lightly kissed her cheek and walked over to the window, then jumped. Just like that. Claire was in shock. That did not just happen. A boy did not just walk into her room, ask her a bunch of dumb questions, give her necklace thingie, kiss her on the cheek, and jump out the window. Quite a crazy line of events. Claire decided to examine the medallion more closely. It looked oddly familiar, she must have seen it somewhere. ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
"I am not doing that for you again, or any other tricks you have up your sleeve. It's not worth it." Alex had jumped onto a boat, and was now speaking to a man.
"Eh laddie, it will be worth your weight in silver and gold. Trust me, one day you'll thank me for this." The man spoke calmly, and surveying Alex with great interest. Never had he seen a pirate so young before. And those blue eyes, so sharp, piercing, even.
"Well it better, or I'm bringing my father into this." With that, Alex jumped off the boat, which had been tied up at a dock, and walked through the village. Since he was looking for his father, he headed straight for the village tavern. And there in the tavern, lo and behold, sat his father, gulping down rum like there was no tomorrow. He was also talking to a few locals in-between swigs, who were hanging off his every word.
"And then they made me their chief," Jack said. (From the movie, I know.)
"Father!" Alex called out. "I thought we were meeting some old friends.by the name of Turner, I believe?" He suddenly had a very mischievous look in his blue eyes.
"Sure, why not Alex? I need to visit Will anyway. Today is their anniversary, you know," Jack said putting down the rum and standing up, and disappointing the locals very much. "Anamaria must come too. ANAMARIA! COME HERE DARLING!" Jack yelled. So Anamaria came, from the other side of the tavern. "We are going to visit some old friends, do you wish to come along?"
"Very well," she said. So the three of them headed out for the Turner's house. When they finally arrived, the knocked on the door. Elizabeth was the one to answer. Her hand flew up to her mouth. Then she said, "Will, I think we have some visitors."
A/N: Well, what did you think? A bit long, I know, but oh well. For those of you who wondered why Alex had blue eyes when his parents didn't, well, I don't know, it just sort of ended up that way. REVIEWS! This story is in your hands! It depends on whether you review or not! So, if you want this story to continue, review, review, and review some more!!!!
Here is a preview of the next chapter:
Claire couldn't believe it. She simply couldn't.
"This isn't happening," she said, mostly to herself, but Alex heard her.
"Oh yes it is, dear," he said, leaning in toward her, "whether you like it or not".
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