Alright. Hello again. I didn't know Johnny Depp had 13+ tattoos. I knew he
had a few though. I also didn't know he had a son named Jack John
Christopher Depp III (if I'm right). Learn something new everyday. Boo.
Anyway, this is a long chapter. Enjoy!
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Jack hadn't thought about Lis at all since he left Tortuga. Now he was thinking about her. This time he didn't care. 'I have to go back to Tortuga,' he thought. It was about midnight. All was dark in Port Royal, except for a few lights. Jack remembered the ship he saw earlier, the Independent. He slipped out of his room, quietly. As he walked down the stairs, a step creaked. He held his breath. Jack heard a door open. "Jack?" Jack half-expected Will or Elizabeth, but it was Little Jack's voice. Jack looked up to see Will's son, yawning and rubbing his eyes. "What are you doing, Jacky?"
Jacky?!
"Kid, it's Jack. Now go back to sleep. I'm just going out. for a walk. I'll be back." Jack got to the bottom of the stairs and hit the sconce at the bottom. "Oops," he picked it up and shoved in a vase.
"Can I come, Jacky?" Little Jack was slowly walking down the stairs.
Jack turned to face him "Please, don't call me Jacky. And no, I don't think so. I need time alone."
"Ok."
Jack looked at him for a while, waiting for him to go back up, but he didn't. "Well, I'll just be going now," and he walked out the door. Little Jack stepped down the stairs and sneaked out the door.
Jack was walking down the hill to Port Royal at a rapid pace. Little Jack watched him until he entered town. Then Little Jack raced off after him. He was heading for the docks!
Jack squinted in the moonlight. There was a light from one of the stores a few hundred feet away, and that was it. No one was around (at least no one he could see, anyway). The Independent was the last one over. The light glinted off the silver from the ships. Jack could see their names twinkle in the moonlight. The Raven, the Arrester. there it was, the Independent. Jack seized a small boat and rowed out.
Meanwhile, Little Jack approached the docks. He heard a splash of water coming from the farthest side of the dock. He raced down the walkway, towards the splash. A dark figure was in a boat, rowing out to the Independent. Little Jack peered into the darkness as he caught his breath. It wasn't until the dark figure was up onto the ship that Little Jack confirmed his assumption: it was Captain Jack Sparrow.
"Jacky?" Little Jack cried out.
Jack closed his eyes, gritted his teeth and ignored the voice.
"Jacky, I want to come! I'm going to tell my Daddy if you don't come back!" Little Jack flung his arms around.
"Kid, you're as stubborn as your father and obnoxious as your mother. Leave," Jack untied the ropes that bound the ship to the docks.
"No!" Little Jack started screaming. "Jacky Jacky Jacky!!!"
Jack's head darted up. "Kid, shut up! You're gonna get me caught!" Jack heard voices coming from the opposite side of the pier. He hurried to get the ship ready to leave. "Go back to the house, boy. Please." Jack ripped up the anchor and pulled out the sails. "Kid, I'm beggin' yeh, just leave. You'll get yourself in trouble, and your parents will be mad!" Jack was almost ready, and the voices were closer. "Damn kid, just leave!" The boat started drifting away. More lights were on now, and there were voices from everywhere. Jack saw red coats, and Little Jack was still standing on the dock. Someone picked him up and took him away.
Jack turned his attention to getting out of Port Royal. "Let's never come back here again, love," he said to the moon.
Another ship was following him now. He could hear voices commanding him to stop, and one was most familiar: "Jack Sparrow, you will never come back to Port Royal again! I don't care whose permission you have, you will not return!" This voice yelled over and over again.
"Sorry, boys, I had to take a ship. I'm sick of this place. And don't worry, I won't come back again!" The Independent was picking up speed now. The yelling from behind got softer and more distant. The night was quiet and clear. The moon was crisp, and it was just the right night for-
Suddenly the ship shook, and Jack fell from his spot at the wheel. They were attacking their own ship! Jack turned the ship parallel to theirs and ran to load the cannons. He fired them off, one by one. He loaded them again and fired them off again. Then he ran up and steered the ship off toward the direction of Tortuga. He got fired on again. He loaded the cannons once more and fired. They seemed to be dropping off. "Well, that was easy, no doubt," Jack said. He could barely see the lights of Port Royal now, even though there were many more.
Jack turned his attention to Lis. That was why he was even here. For her, for her. He laughed at himself. He could've killed himself. He should turn around right now, surrender, and be hanged. Jack could not believe what he had just done. Though part of the reason was that he was sick of Port Royal and being called "Jacky."
Jack closed his eyes. He guessed it was around two in the morning. He hadn't slept any (and it wasn't the first night). Where was that rum that he salvaged from Will's house? He shuffled around the deck, feeling his way about. Jack felt the cold glass of rum bottles. "Yo ho, yo ho, a pirate's life for me!" Jack started to sing. Elizabeth taught him that song five years ago on that little island. He recalled the memory of that night.
An easterly wind blew through, and Jack shivered. A storm was setting up. He headed below.
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Jack hadn't thought about Lis at all since he left Tortuga. Now he was thinking about her. This time he didn't care. 'I have to go back to Tortuga,' he thought. It was about midnight. All was dark in Port Royal, except for a few lights. Jack remembered the ship he saw earlier, the Independent. He slipped out of his room, quietly. As he walked down the stairs, a step creaked. He held his breath. Jack heard a door open. "Jack?" Jack half-expected Will or Elizabeth, but it was Little Jack's voice. Jack looked up to see Will's son, yawning and rubbing his eyes. "What are you doing, Jacky?"
Jacky?!
"Kid, it's Jack. Now go back to sleep. I'm just going out. for a walk. I'll be back." Jack got to the bottom of the stairs and hit the sconce at the bottom. "Oops," he picked it up and shoved in a vase.
"Can I come, Jacky?" Little Jack was slowly walking down the stairs.
Jack turned to face him "Please, don't call me Jacky. And no, I don't think so. I need time alone."
"Ok."
Jack looked at him for a while, waiting for him to go back up, but he didn't. "Well, I'll just be going now," and he walked out the door. Little Jack stepped down the stairs and sneaked out the door.
Jack was walking down the hill to Port Royal at a rapid pace. Little Jack watched him until he entered town. Then Little Jack raced off after him. He was heading for the docks!
Jack squinted in the moonlight. There was a light from one of the stores a few hundred feet away, and that was it. No one was around (at least no one he could see, anyway). The Independent was the last one over. The light glinted off the silver from the ships. Jack could see their names twinkle in the moonlight. The Raven, the Arrester. there it was, the Independent. Jack seized a small boat and rowed out.
Meanwhile, Little Jack approached the docks. He heard a splash of water coming from the farthest side of the dock. He raced down the walkway, towards the splash. A dark figure was in a boat, rowing out to the Independent. Little Jack peered into the darkness as he caught his breath. It wasn't until the dark figure was up onto the ship that Little Jack confirmed his assumption: it was Captain Jack Sparrow.
"Jacky?" Little Jack cried out.
Jack closed his eyes, gritted his teeth and ignored the voice.
"Jacky, I want to come! I'm going to tell my Daddy if you don't come back!" Little Jack flung his arms around.
"Kid, you're as stubborn as your father and obnoxious as your mother. Leave," Jack untied the ropes that bound the ship to the docks.
"No!" Little Jack started screaming. "Jacky Jacky Jacky!!!"
Jack's head darted up. "Kid, shut up! You're gonna get me caught!" Jack heard voices coming from the opposite side of the pier. He hurried to get the ship ready to leave. "Go back to the house, boy. Please." Jack ripped up the anchor and pulled out the sails. "Kid, I'm beggin' yeh, just leave. You'll get yourself in trouble, and your parents will be mad!" Jack was almost ready, and the voices were closer. "Damn kid, just leave!" The boat started drifting away. More lights were on now, and there were voices from everywhere. Jack saw red coats, and Little Jack was still standing on the dock. Someone picked him up and took him away.
Jack turned his attention to getting out of Port Royal. "Let's never come back here again, love," he said to the moon.
Another ship was following him now. He could hear voices commanding him to stop, and one was most familiar: "Jack Sparrow, you will never come back to Port Royal again! I don't care whose permission you have, you will not return!" This voice yelled over and over again.
"Sorry, boys, I had to take a ship. I'm sick of this place. And don't worry, I won't come back again!" The Independent was picking up speed now. The yelling from behind got softer and more distant. The night was quiet and clear. The moon was crisp, and it was just the right night for-
Suddenly the ship shook, and Jack fell from his spot at the wheel. They were attacking their own ship! Jack turned the ship parallel to theirs and ran to load the cannons. He fired them off, one by one. He loaded them again and fired them off again. Then he ran up and steered the ship off toward the direction of Tortuga. He got fired on again. He loaded the cannons once more and fired. They seemed to be dropping off. "Well, that was easy, no doubt," Jack said. He could barely see the lights of Port Royal now, even though there were many more.
Jack turned his attention to Lis. That was why he was even here. For her, for her. He laughed at himself. He could've killed himself. He should turn around right now, surrender, and be hanged. Jack could not believe what he had just done. Though part of the reason was that he was sick of Port Royal and being called "Jacky."
Jack closed his eyes. He guessed it was around two in the morning. He hadn't slept any (and it wasn't the first night). Where was that rum that he salvaged from Will's house? He shuffled around the deck, feeling his way about. Jack felt the cold glass of rum bottles. "Yo ho, yo ho, a pirate's life for me!" Jack started to sing. Elizabeth taught him that song five years ago on that little island. He recalled the memory of that night.
An easterly wind blew through, and Jack shivered. A storm was setting up. He headed below.