Hello, I'm back! The following chapter is kinda short but important
to the coming story so read and review please! Oh, and I'll be starting my
second potc fan fiction, I have chapter one done. I love it so far, it's
after the pearl and not related to this one at all so... here we go.
Ch.5- Sorry to inform
Rosa sat on the plush green bench in front of the vanity mirror, the servant Mina running a brush through her hair, humming as she did so. Rosa enjoyed the feel of the brush through her hair and watched the sun through the window hitting the blond, turning it gold.
Jack, it had been so long since they had said goodbye. She hopped he was well, there was so much that he had missed like the wedding parties and so on. She smiled, he hated those fancy to do's anyway. The merchant life is not how she had pictured him though; he had a better mind then that.
Robert had been furious when he had found out what Jack had done. Rachel hadn't really been worried, that had been her intent, to get rid of Jack and of course, Rosa was moving out at the end of the year to live with her new husband.
She sighed and looked down at her hand where a large diamond ring glittered. Ralph was a fine man, to be sure, but she really didn't feel comfortable marrying him. Her father had pushed her into it, agreeing for her. This time next year she would be Rosa Whitaker. Mina set down the brush and reached for the comb when there was a knock on the door. Rosa watched Mina through the mirror as she answered, pulling the heavy oak wide and revealing the butler Theo.
"Miss. Johnson, there is a man at the door, asking for you." Theo said. Rosa nodded and stood, following the man from the room, down the hall and stairs. A thin man stood in the entrance hall, a roll of parchment clamped in his hand. Rosa could just make out a red wax seal closing the parchment.
"Miss. Johnson?" The man asked as she reached him. Rosa nodded and the man handed her the roll. "It's urgent, from the ship Maryanne." Rosa opened it with shaking hands, her eyes skimming down the page.
To whom ever this may concern,
I am sorry to inform you that Jack Johnson was killed in a battle on the high seas. Mr. Johnson fought bravely against the pirates who attacked us and saved many other men of the crew. He will be deeply missed. A fearsome pirate delivered the final blow against him, and Jack showed courage and bravery beyond the call of duty. He will be deeply missed among us. With the caller I have sent is two hundred dollars compensation. I know it hardly makes up for the loss of your beloved family member but we hope it will help a little. I urge you to remember that Jack was a good man and died a hero's death.
-With my deepest sympathy
Captain Joshua Delore
Rosa looked up, tears blinding her; heart unable to grasp what was said. Jack was dead, that was impossible, he was alive...he had to be! The man held out a small wooden box and she took it, knowing the contents to be the two hundred dollars mentioned in the letter.
"I knew Jack. He was a good kid." The man said quietly. There was no emotion in his voice and the words had a kind of memorized feel to them She found a way through her grief to remember that he had probably lost many crewmembers and Jack wasn't the first.
She handed the letter to Mary, who had just come from the kitchen. The other woman read the letter and clutched her chest her face blank and expressionless. "No." She whispered. Rosa turned her attention back to the sailor who had brought her this dreadful news.
"Who killed him?" She asked fiercely. The man looked uneasy but Rosa persisted. "Who!"
"Jack Sparrow." The man finally answered. Rosa had never heard that name before and looked at him confused. The man must have noticed her look because he said, "He's a new pirate, pretty young." Rosa nodded and the man turned and left quietly. She hardly noticed, her heart was breaking. Mary wrapped her arms around her and together they cried.
**
The town could talk of nothing else for a week or so. The news that a pirate had murdered Jack Johnson spread quickly but people speculated on whom. Robert Johnson had not shared the information about Jack Sparrow to anyone, not even his wife because she would have talked.
Rosa and Lily cried by the tree, arm in arm having their own private memorial service. Rosa couldn't believe he was gone and watched the harbor through streaming eyes. She had actually been fascinated with pirates but now she felt sick at the thought of them. They were vicious heartless beings, and if she ever met one she'd kill him.
The minute after the funeral she had got to work on her sword skills. This Jack Sparrow would be her's. One day, his blood would stain the end of her sword.
**
Jack had felt awful for the first little while after the letter had been sent but, as months went by, his guilt turned to determination as they came closer and closer to the Caribbean. Roger and Bill had toned up his sword fighting and captain Delore himself had taught Jack the pirate's code. Some of the rules and punishments could turn your stomach but Delore never really followed them. All the men on the Catherine were decent, all trying to make a living.
Bill told Jack at length about his home and wife Rebecca. He had also mentioned a child of the same name as him, being around seven and wrote Rebecca every night, sending her information on his days and getting Jack to do the actual spelling while he dictated.
Bill was only a few years older then Jack and the two became good friends, sitting on Bill's bed during free time and looking at the book Rosa had given him. The story was interesting, written by Joshua Delore who Jack had grown great respect for.
Jack's ambitions also grew, as life on a ship became more like home then anything else. He wanted a ship of his own one day and daydreamed about being captain Sparrow, fearsome pirate of any place. He quickly learned how to anticipate swells in the water beneath the ship and could predict when a storm was coming hours before the clouds began to form. Fights became easy, he wasn't that good at fighting but always had a plan; his gun.
One night, with the moon peaking out from behind a light blanket of cloud and the cool breeze of the Caribbean finally touching them and a place in mind called Tortuga, Roger handed the wheel to Jack.
"Alrigh' Jackie, it's easy. This be calm and deep water. I wan' you ta jus' stand here, hold the wheel an' get a feel fer the ship. She'll tell ya if anythin's wrong, savvy?"
Jack nodded and, shaking slightly, approached the wheel with a tipsy walk he had adopted, making him look slightly drunken. Taking the rough wood in his hands, Jack suddenly felt the power of the Catherine. She was a small ship and speedy, but suddenly she seemed so large. Roger grinned and left, making his way to the crew quarters. Jack eased into it; his mind beginning to wander again so he didn't hear the captain approaching him from behind.
"Wonderful, isn't it?" He asked. Jack jumped and turned to face Delore. "The power of the ship. She's freedom."
"Yes." Jack answered simply, turning his gaze from his father to the waters again. Delore walked to the railing and leaned against it, his back to Jack.
"Sparrow, what brought you out here?" Jack looked up at the rigging, swaying and creaking in the breeze and sighed. What did bring him out here?
"Like you said, 'freedom', and the pay is good." Delore snorted and Jack allowed himself a lopsided smile as Delore turned to look at him again.
"Humor. Your mother had it to, we'd stand here, the way we are now, and talk for hours, about nothing really." Jack blinked in surprise. Delore smiled at the look on Jack's face. "Yes." He said simply. "I know who you are Sparrow."
"I thought you might." Jack said quietly, looking away towards the Caribbean waters. Delore hopped up, sitting on the edge of the ship, his arm looped in a rope so he could keep his balance.
"Some day, Jack." He said quietly. "Some day, you'll make a name for yourself to. Be sure it's a good one." Jack returned his gaze to his father. "Have a name people will remember, a good one that people respect. Let's just say it's my first real try at fatherly advice but, make sure you're a good man, kill if you have no other choice and always wait...for the opportune moment." He jumped down off the side of the ship and went to the stairs. As he descended he looked back at Jack; "Peg-Leg Fritz will get what he deserves. Just make sure you can give it to him." And with that he was gone.
To my reviewers:
Alteng: Always great to hear from you and, you know what, your right, long chapters are the best only this one was kinda short. Oh well. I wanted to set the whole Jack Johnson dead thing plot for later events and couldn't think of a way to do it so...go ahead, use this idea if you want as long as you tell me the name of the story when it comes out so I can read it. I wanted Jack to ern his way, fame will get him places later in life, might as well start at square one eh? I was thinking of putting Bill in later but decided to do it sooner, especially if he's anything like his son-drool. I have my reasons and...I love Tylenol! Sorry, please read and review.
Irish-bird: Finally, a new person! Hey, hows it going? I wanted Jack to have connections all around the world and Ireland is my heritage (grandparents and stuff) though I'm born and raised in my beautiful Canada! Anyways, thank you, I didn't think I was doing good with Jack but, you made me smile. Please, Read and Review!
Dshael: Another new reviewer! Yes! Jack is getting stranger but wait...he gets worse! I love Joshua, why wouldn't I with a hot son...we'll see about his life, frankly, I have the whole thing planned out. We'll just wait and see. Please keep reading and reviewing.
DragonHunter 200: Another Review from you! You make my day, I love hearing from you! I didn't want to drag out Josh not knowing who Jack was and, really they look alike in my mind so he'd be blind not to notice. Thanx, I love being one of someone's favorites!!!! It makes me feel special! Please, Read and Review! I'm not done yet!
Whitewolf XIII: Taylor! Hey!
Ch.5- Sorry to inform
Rosa sat on the plush green bench in front of the vanity mirror, the servant Mina running a brush through her hair, humming as she did so. Rosa enjoyed the feel of the brush through her hair and watched the sun through the window hitting the blond, turning it gold.
Jack, it had been so long since they had said goodbye. She hopped he was well, there was so much that he had missed like the wedding parties and so on. She smiled, he hated those fancy to do's anyway. The merchant life is not how she had pictured him though; he had a better mind then that.
Robert had been furious when he had found out what Jack had done. Rachel hadn't really been worried, that had been her intent, to get rid of Jack and of course, Rosa was moving out at the end of the year to live with her new husband.
She sighed and looked down at her hand where a large diamond ring glittered. Ralph was a fine man, to be sure, but she really didn't feel comfortable marrying him. Her father had pushed her into it, agreeing for her. This time next year she would be Rosa Whitaker. Mina set down the brush and reached for the comb when there was a knock on the door. Rosa watched Mina through the mirror as she answered, pulling the heavy oak wide and revealing the butler Theo.
"Miss. Johnson, there is a man at the door, asking for you." Theo said. Rosa nodded and stood, following the man from the room, down the hall and stairs. A thin man stood in the entrance hall, a roll of parchment clamped in his hand. Rosa could just make out a red wax seal closing the parchment.
"Miss. Johnson?" The man asked as she reached him. Rosa nodded and the man handed her the roll. "It's urgent, from the ship Maryanne." Rosa opened it with shaking hands, her eyes skimming down the page.
To whom ever this may concern,
I am sorry to inform you that Jack Johnson was killed in a battle on the high seas. Mr. Johnson fought bravely against the pirates who attacked us and saved many other men of the crew. He will be deeply missed. A fearsome pirate delivered the final blow against him, and Jack showed courage and bravery beyond the call of duty. He will be deeply missed among us. With the caller I have sent is two hundred dollars compensation. I know it hardly makes up for the loss of your beloved family member but we hope it will help a little. I urge you to remember that Jack was a good man and died a hero's death.
-With my deepest sympathy
Captain Joshua Delore
Rosa looked up, tears blinding her; heart unable to grasp what was said. Jack was dead, that was impossible, he was alive...he had to be! The man held out a small wooden box and she took it, knowing the contents to be the two hundred dollars mentioned in the letter.
"I knew Jack. He was a good kid." The man said quietly. There was no emotion in his voice and the words had a kind of memorized feel to them She found a way through her grief to remember that he had probably lost many crewmembers and Jack wasn't the first.
She handed the letter to Mary, who had just come from the kitchen. The other woman read the letter and clutched her chest her face blank and expressionless. "No." She whispered. Rosa turned her attention back to the sailor who had brought her this dreadful news.
"Who killed him?" She asked fiercely. The man looked uneasy but Rosa persisted. "Who!"
"Jack Sparrow." The man finally answered. Rosa had never heard that name before and looked at him confused. The man must have noticed her look because he said, "He's a new pirate, pretty young." Rosa nodded and the man turned and left quietly. She hardly noticed, her heart was breaking. Mary wrapped her arms around her and together they cried.
**
The town could talk of nothing else for a week or so. The news that a pirate had murdered Jack Johnson spread quickly but people speculated on whom. Robert Johnson had not shared the information about Jack Sparrow to anyone, not even his wife because she would have talked.
Rosa and Lily cried by the tree, arm in arm having their own private memorial service. Rosa couldn't believe he was gone and watched the harbor through streaming eyes. She had actually been fascinated with pirates but now she felt sick at the thought of them. They were vicious heartless beings, and if she ever met one she'd kill him.
The minute after the funeral she had got to work on her sword skills. This Jack Sparrow would be her's. One day, his blood would stain the end of her sword.
**
Jack had felt awful for the first little while after the letter had been sent but, as months went by, his guilt turned to determination as they came closer and closer to the Caribbean. Roger and Bill had toned up his sword fighting and captain Delore himself had taught Jack the pirate's code. Some of the rules and punishments could turn your stomach but Delore never really followed them. All the men on the Catherine were decent, all trying to make a living.
Bill told Jack at length about his home and wife Rebecca. He had also mentioned a child of the same name as him, being around seven and wrote Rebecca every night, sending her information on his days and getting Jack to do the actual spelling while he dictated.
Bill was only a few years older then Jack and the two became good friends, sitting on Bill's bed during free time and looking at the book Rosa had given him. The story was interesting, written by Joshua Delore who Jack had grown great respect for.
Jack's ambitions also grew, as life on a ship became more like home then anything else. He wanted a ship of his own one day and daydreamed about being captain Sparrow, fearsome pirate of any place. He quickly learned how to anticipate swells in the water beneath the ship and could predict when a storm was coming hours before the clouds began to form. Fights became easy, he wasn't that good at fighting but always had a plan; his gun.
One night, with the moon peaking out from behind a light blanket of cloud and the cool breeze of the Caribbean finally touching them and a place in mind called Tortuga, Roger handed the wheel to Jack.
"Alrigh' Jackie, it's easy. This be calm and deep water. I wan' you ta jus' stand here, hold the wheel an' get a feel fer the ship. She'll tell ya if anythin's wrong, savvy?"
Jack nodded and, shaking slightly, approached the wheel with a tipsy walk he had adopted, making him look slightly drunken. Taking the rough wood in his hands, Jack suddenly felt the power of the Catherine. She was a small ship and speedy, but suddenly she seemed so large. Roger grinned and left, making his way to the crew quarters. Jack eased into it; his mind beginning to wander again so he didn't hear the captain approaching him from behind.
"Wonderful, isn't it?" He asked. Jack jumped and turned to face Delore. "The power of the ship. She's freedom."
"Yes." Jack answered simply, turning his gaze from his father to the waters again. Delore walked to the railing and leaned against it, his back to Jack.
"Sparrow, what brought you out here?" Jack looked up at the rigging, swaying and creaking in the breeze and sighed. What did bring him out here?
"Like you said, 'freedom', and the pay is good." Delore snorted and Jack allowed himself a lopsided smile as Delore turned to look at him again.
"Humor. Your mother had it to, we'd stand here, the way we are now, and talk for hours, about nothing really." Jack blinked in surprise. Delore smiled at the look on Jack's face. "Yes." He said simply. "I know who you are Sparrow."
"I thought you might." Jack said quietly, looking away towards the Caribbean waters. Delore hopped up, sitting on the edge of the ship, his arm looped in a rope so he could keep his balance.
"Some day, Jack." He said quietly. "Some day, you'll make a name for yourself to. Be sure it's a good one." Jack returned his gaze to his father. "Have a name people will remember, a good one that people respect. Let's just say it's my first real try at fatherly advice but, make sure you're a good man, kill if you have no other choice and always wait...for the opportune moment." He jumped down off the side of the ship and went to the stairs. As he descended he looked back at Jack; "Peg-Leg Fritz will get what he deserves. Just make sure you can give it to him." And with that he was gone.
To my reviewers:
Alteng: Always great to hear from you and, you know what, your right, long chapters are the best only this one was kinda short. Oh well. I wanted to set the whole Jack Johnson dead thing plot for later events and couldn't think of a way to do it so...go ahead, use this idea if you want as long as you tell me the name of the story when it comes out so I can read it. I wanted Jack to ern his way, fame will get him places later in life, might as well start at square one eh? I was thinking of putting Bill in later but decided to do it sooner, especially if he's anything like his son-drool. I have my reasons and...I love Tylenol! Sorry, please read and review.
Irish-bird: Finally, a new person! Hey, hows it going? I wanted Jack to have connections all around the world and Ireland is my heritage (grandparents and stuff) though I'm born and raised in my beautiful Canada! Anyways, thank you, I didn't think I was doing good with Jack but, you made me smile. Please, Read and Review!
Dshael: Another new reviewer! Yes! Jack is getting stranger but wait...he gets worse! I love Joshua, why wouldn't I with a hot son...we'll see about his life, frankly, I have the whole thing planned out. We'll just wait and see. Please keep reading and reviewing.
DragonHunter 200: Another Review from you! You make my day, I love hearing from you! I didn't want to drag out Josh not knowing who Jack was and, really they look alike in my mind so he'd be blind not to notice. Thanx, I love being one of someone's favorites!!!! It makes me feel special! Please, Read and Review! I'm not done yet!
Whitewolf XIII: Taylor! Hey!