Ooh, I have so many reviews! *screams and jumps up and down
unenthusiastically.*
Ok, anyway, sorry for the crappy chapter 3. I know its really really short, but I didn't know what else to add there! Sorry bout the pause yesterday. I have a life, too! :D Anyway, the family's all together now.
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"Your father should be here any minute. Jack! Stop it, Jack! You're uncontrollable. Don't give me that look! Come here, you've got dirt on your cheek," Jack rolled his eyes and walked over to his mother. She took her napkin and dabbed his cheek.
"Come on, we'll go down by the docks and see if you see your father and Jack are down there."
Jack Turner ran out the door. He sprinted down the hill into Port Royal. Jack waited for his mother. "Can I go ahead, Mommy?"
"No, just stay with me, Jack," she smiled as he rolled his eyes. They walked past the bakery, the blacksmith, the jail. They yelled hello to the blacksmith, Mr. Brown, and the baker, Mrs. Tory. Down Main Street, down to the docks.
When Jack and Elizabeth arrived at the docks some minutes later, they saw the Fury just arriving. It docked shortly, and Jack saw his father walk off with another man. He was a dirty, longhaired man that had jewelry and grungy clothes. He walked with a limp, and teetered around though he was drunk. As they came closer, Jack could tell he was a pirate. He ran for his father.
"Daddy!" Jack ran up and hugged his father.
Jack Sparrow raised his eyebrows at the kid. "Is this Jack, Will?"
Will nodded. "Jack William Turner."
Jack Turner looked back and forth to Jack Sparrow and Will. "Hi," he said.
"This is Captain Jack Sparrow," Will said as Jack Sparrow held out a hand.
"You've got confidence, kid. You could make a great pirate someday. No, I don't think you look much like me, though. Too bad. In fact, you like a lot like your father. But Elizabeth should know, she saw your father as a child," Jack Turner, whom we will now refer to as Little Jack, took Jack Sparrow's hand, whom we will now refer to as Jack, and shook it cautiously.
"Are you a pirate?" Little Jack asked.
Jack laughed. "Yes," and he pulled up his sleeve to reveal a "P" and a Sparrow in flight tattooed on his arm.
Little Jack saw the tattoos and gasped. "Mommy, I want one!"
"No, you don't, Jack," Elizabeth shook her head. "Jack Sparrow, you're a bad influence on my child."
"At least I'm an influence. Anyway, he's gonna be a pirate anyway. I can tell. You can always tell somehow. He's got pirate blood in him. Come here," Jack motioned Little Jack over. "Boy, I'll tell you something. You're gonna be a pirate, you know that?" Little Jack nodded. "Well, when you're a pirate you gotta know to be witty, smart, and get drunk quick. And stay away from women and women in Tortuga."
"Jack!" Elizabeth scolded.
"Sorry, ma'am. Just tellin' the kid what he needs to know."
"Yes, I'm sure you are. But he doesn't need to know until he's older. Now, come on, we better not just stand here," Elizabeth started up the street, and Will ran up to her. He took her hand.
"Do you think our Jack's okay to be with Captain Jack?" he murmured.
"I don't know. Does Jack still drink?"
"Of course I do. But don' worry, I'm good with children, Liz. I understand your concern. The kid is just like me when I was his age," Jack came up from behind them.
"And does that mean our son is going to be just like you?" Will smiled and looked ahead.
"No, I think he's goin' to be just like you."
*
Will and Elizabeth sat at each end of the table. Jack and Little Jack sat side by side. Turns out Jack had some manners after all. Lunch was short. After lunch, Will and Elizabeth sat in the parlor and Jack and Little Jack went out by the docks.
Jack walked up to a ship, the Independent. "This is a pretty ship, boy. The Independent. It has a nice name, too. Almost as big as the Pearl. Someday, boy, you might have a ship as good as the Black Pearl. Have you ever heard the story of the curse of the Black Pearl?" Little Jack shook his head. "Well, now, I'll have to tell it to you. It all started out when I came to these very docks, I was takin' a ship, you see. Your mother had this gold medallion. She fell into the water on accident, and the medallion set off a call to the cursed ship the Black Pearl."
The two sat for a bit, while Jack told the story of the Black Pearl. "And now," he concluded, "I am the captain of the Black Pearl."
The boy's eyes were wide. "Really?"
Jack nodded. He looked at his pocket watch. "Well, Mr. Jack Turner, we better get heading up. I'm sure your mother is concerned."
Ok, anyway, sorry for the crappy chapter 3. I know its really really short, but I didn't know what else to add there! Sorry bout the pause yesterday. I have a life, too! :D Anyway, the family's all together now.
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"Your father should be here any minute. Jack! Stop it, Jack! You're uncontrollable. Don't give me that look! Come here, you've got dirt on your cheek," Jack rolled his eyes and walked over to his mother. She took her napkin and dabbed his cheek.
"Come on, we'll go down by the docks and see if you see your father and Jack are down there."
Jack Turner ran out the door. He sprinted down the hill into Port Royal. Jack waited for his mother. "Can I go ahead, Mommy?"
"No, just stay with me, Jack," she smiled as he rolled his eyes. They walked past the bakery, the blacksmith, the jail. They yelled hello to the blacksmith, Mr. Brown, and the baker, Mrs. Tory. Down Main Street, down to the docks.
When Jack and Elizabeth arrived at the docks some minutes later, they saw the Fury just arriving. It docked shortly, and Jack saw his father walk off with another man. He was a dirty, longhaired man that had jewelry and grungy clothes. He walked with a limp, and teetered around though he was drunk. As they came closer, Jack could tell he was a pirate. He ran for his father.
"Daddy!" Jack ran up and hugged his father.
Jack Sparrow raised his eyebrows at the kid. "Is this Jack, Will?"
Will nodded. "Jack William Turner."
Jack Turner looked back and forth to Jack Sparrow and Will. "Hi," he said.
"This is Captain Jack Sparrow," Will said as Jack Sparrow held out a hand.
"You've got confidence, kid. You could make a great pirate someday. No, I don't think you look much like me, though. Too bad. In fact, you like a lot like your father. But Elizabeth should know, she saw your father as a child," Jack Turner, whom we will now refer to as Little Jack, took Jack Sparrow's hand, whom we will now refer to as Jack, and shook it cautiously.
"Are you a pirate?" Little Jack asked.
Jack laughed. "Yes," and he pulled up his sleeve to reveal a "P" and a Sparrow in flight tattooed on his arm.
Little Jack saw the tattoos and gasped. "Mommy, I want one!"
"No, you don't, Jack," Elizabeth shook her head. "Jack Sparrow, you're a bad influence on my child."
"At least I'm an influence. Anyway, he's gonna be a pirate anyway. I can tell. You can always tell somehow. He's got pirate blood in him. Come here," Jack motioned Little Jack over. "Boy, I'll tell you something. You're gonna be a pirate, you know that?" Little Jack nodded. "Well, when you're a pirate you gotta know to be witty, smart, and get drunk quick. And stay away from women and women in Tortuga."
"Jack!" Elizabeth scolded.
"Sorry, ma'am. Just tellin' the kid what he needs to know."
"Yes, I'm sure you are. But he doesn't need to know until he's older. Now, come on, we better not just stand here," Elizabeth started up the street, and Will ran up to her. He took her hand.
"Do you think our Jack's okay to be with Captain Jack?" he murmured.
"I don't know. Does Jack still drink?"
"Of course I do. But don' worry, I'm good with children, Liz. I understand your concern. The kid is just like me when I was his age," Jack came up from behind them.
"And does that mean our son is going to be just like you?" Will smiled and looked ahead.
"No, I think he's goin' to be just like you."
*
Will and Elizabeth sat at each end of the table. Jack and Little Jack sat side by side. Turns out Jack had some manners after all. Lunch was short. After lunch, Will and Elizabeth sat in the parlor and Jack and Little Jack went out by the docks.
Jack walked up to a ship, the Independent. "This is a pretty ship, boy. The Independent. It has a nice name, too. Almost as big as the Pearl. Someday, boy, you might have a ship as good as the Black Pearl. Have you ever heard the story of the curse of the Black Pearl?" Little Jack shook his head. "Well, now, I'll have to tell it to you. It all started out when I came to these very docks, I was takin' a ship, you see. Your mother had this gold medallion. She fell into the water on accident, and the medallion set off a call to the cursed ship the Black Pearl."
The two sat for a bit, while Jack told the story of the Black Pearl. "And now," he concluded, "I am the captain of the Black Pearl."
The boy's eyes were wide. "Really?"
Jack nodded. He looked at his pocket watch. "Well, Mr. Jack Turner, we better get heading up. I'm sure your mother is concerned."