Chapter 2-
Jade woke up the next morning as the sun filtered through the window above her bed. Rolling out of bed, she stumbled to her feet and pranced down the hall, jumping on her father's stomach to wake him up.
"Hi!" she announced.
"You haven't done that from the time you were five. Why would you start again now?"
"Cause I wanted to hear the rest of the story," Jade explained, sitting cross legged at the end of the bed.
"You fell asleep," Jack retorted, falling backwards and hitting his head on the headboard. "Bloody. it's not my fault. You'll just have to wait until we get there."
"Where?"
"Port Royal. Did you hear anything I said?"
"We're going to Port Royal? Yay!" Jade took off leaping down the hall and onto the deck, leaving Jack smiling ruefully.
"I hope Will doesn't have a heart attack when he finds out I have a daughter," Jack muttered to himself. "Especially one like her." He jumped out of bed suddenly. "Jade! Stay out of the-" his cry was interrupted by a loud splash. "Water."
*
The heat of the forge was overwhelming to those who didn't spend days immersed in the fire. The desire to create a perfect weapon had never been as strong as it suddenly was; this new sword was meant to be a gift, but he had no idea who it was for.
Elizabeth would be by soon, bearing food and water. She never minded when he trapped himself in his work for days, it always happened when he was thinking about his brief episode of piracy. Thinking of a ship with black sails, a chest of gold that had almost caused both of their deaths. Thinking of Jack Sparrow. CAPTAIN Jack Sparrow.
'God forbid I forget to call him Captain.' Elizabeth thought as she rapped on the door. Four quick, one slow; letting Will know the food was outside the door. Before she could walk away, the door flew open, revealing her husband in all his shirtless glory, a gleaming sword clutched in his hand.
"Finished?" She asked with a smile, her eyes traveling over the blade as she questioned him. In the past seventeen years, Will had devoted himself to her, their son, and sword-making. There was no finer sword-maker in the Caribbean, and every sword he finished was somehow more perfect than the last; even when the one before had had no faults. The sword he held now surpassed each and every one that his sweat had strengthened over the years. There was no gold filigree; no detailing at all that would label it as beautiful to someone who didn't understand. It was pure iron- blackened in the fire, yet still it seemed to absorb the light, reflecting it in a way that made it seem new, as if it wasn't from an outside source, but a light from within.
Without a word, Will handed the sword to her, sitting down on the steps of the forge and eagerly biting into a slice of bread.
"It's beautiful." Elizabeth murmured, letting the flat of the blade run along her hand. The metal had been smoothed so perfectly, it felt like the finest silk against her skin. "Who is it for?"
"I don't know."
"What do you mean? You don't have any orders for it?"
"No. I just. had to make it."
Elizabeth smiled softly. "You were thinking about Jack again."
He nodded, drinking deeply from the ceramic mug she had brought him. "I look into the fire, and it's no longer red. I feel like I am looking into the clear, blue water and I can hear him in my head. He said I was halfway to becoming a pirate, and maybe I was. That weapon, that's a pirate weapon and it deserves to be in the hand of a legend. He's coming Elizabeth, I can feel it in my bones."
She laughed, handing the sword back to him. "What your bones feel is a need for a rest. Come on, there is someone at home who would like to see you."
*
"Now, what do we say when we tie up at the dock?"
"Three shillings, no name."
"Excellent. Men, and select women, we will be arriving at the Port Royal dock in a matter of minutes. Try not to get yourselves hanged."
*
"Father! You're home!"
"Hello Jack!"
*
"The tavern's that way, for those of you who were too drunk last time to remember. Jade my dear, you're coming with me."
"To the tavern?"
"No."
"No bloody way, I want rum."
"No."
"But- rum."
"No."
"But why no rum?"
"Because."
"That's a stupid answer. I say we all get rum."
"We are going up to the giant white house on the hill to see Will and Elizabeth."
"Will they have rum?"
"Will you go if they don't?"
"No."
"Then yes."
*
"A new ship has docked on the island."
Will looked up with interest. "Really? What did it look like?"
Jack frowned for a moment, trying to remember. "Like any other ship I suppose, except it had the most peculiar sails."
"Why do you say that?"
"They were black."
*
Jade began to hum, as her father rapped on the large door. The house they had arrived at was certainly imposing, especially to someone whose home consisted of black sails, and wooden planking.
"Jade, I understand you want rum, but if you don't stop that incessant humming, I will personally see to it that another drop of it never again passes your lips. Savvy?"
Jade gasped dramatically. "You wouldn't! You can't!"
"There are things a man can do, and things a man can't. That is one thing I can do."
"Because you're a man?" She asked disgustedly.
"Because I'm your father."
*
"I left my book out in the gardens, may I be excused?" "Of course Jack. But don't forget your lessons."
Nodding, the young man ran off, leaving Elizabeth Turner to grin at her husband.
"What?" Will questioned, catching her eye.
"It's nothing." Elizabeth tried to cover, forgetting that he could always see through her.
"No it's not. Come on, tell me."
She blushed, "It's just seeing you and Jack together, it just makes me smile."
A new voice broke into the conversation. "Aw, well isn't that just adorable. Elizabeth my dear, you're seeing me and Will together still, after seventeen years."
"Jack?"
"Will."
"Jack!"
"Will!"
"Jack!"
"Oh shut up!"
Jack turned to his daughter, who was standing slightly behind him. "Do you ever want to taste rum again or not, you insolent child?"
"You do realize, that to keep it from me forever, you'd either have to kill me, or never again have it on our boat?"
"Ship, it is a ship!"
"It is a pretty little boat, and you never let me forget it."
Will cleared his throat loudly, getting the feuding duo's attention. "Jack, it's wonderful to see you again, but, who is this?"
"Oh right, well this here is the reason I haven't been back in so long. Jade, this is Will and Elizabeth, keep a civil tongue. Will, Elizabeth, meet Treasure Jade Sparrow. My daughter."
"Where in the bloody ocean would I have learned a civil tongue?"
Jade woke up the next morning as the sun filtered through the window above her bed. Rolling out of bed, she stumbled to her feet and pranced down the hall, jumping on her father's stomach to wake him up.
"Hi!" she announced.
"You haven't done that from the time you were five. Why would you start again now?"
"Cause I wanted to hear the rest of the story," Jade explained, sitting cross legged at the end of the bed.
"You fell asleep," Jack retorted, falling backwards and hitting his head on the headboard. "Bloody. it's not my fault. You'll just have to wait until we get there."
"Where?"
"Port Royal. Did you hear anything I said?"
"We're going to Port Royal? Yay!" Jade took off leaping down the hall and onto the deck, leaving Jack smiling ruefully.
"I hope Will doesn't have a heart attack when he finds out I have a daughter," Jack muttered to himself. "Especially one like her." He jumped out of bed suddenly. "Jade! Stay out of the-" his cry was interrupted by a loud splash. "Water."
*
The heat of the forge was overwhelming to those who didn't spend days immersed in the fire. The desire to create a perfect weapon had never been as strong as it suddenly was; this new sword was meant to be a gift, but he had no idea who it was for.
Elizabeth would be by soon, bearing food and water. She never minded when he trapped himself in his work for days, it always happened when he was thinking about his brief episode of piracy. Thinking of a ship with black sails, a chest of gold that had almost caused both of their deaths. Thinking of Jack Sparrow. CAPTAIN Jack Sparrow.
'God forbid I forget to call him Captain.' Elizabeth thought as she rapped on the door. Four quick, one slow; letting Will know the food was outside the door. Before she could walk away, the door flew open, revealing her husband in all his shirtless glory, a gleaming sword clutched in his hand.
"Finished?" She asked with a smile, her eyes traveling over the blade as she questioned him. In the past seventeen years, Will had devoted himself to her, their son, and sword-making. There was no finer sword-maker in the Caribbean, and every sword he finished was somehow more perfect than the last; even when the one before had had no faults. The sword he held now surpassed each and every one that his sweat had strengthened over the years. There was no gold filigree; no detailing at all that would label it as beautiful to someone who didn't understand. It was pure iron- blackened in the fire, yet still it seemed to absorb the light, reflecting it in a way that made it seem new, as if it wasn't from an outside source, but a light from within.
Without a word, Will handed the sword to her, sitting down on the steps of the forge and eagerly biting into a slice of bread.
"It's beautiful." Elizabeth murmured, letting the flat of the blade run along her hand. The metal had been smoothed so perfectly, it felt like the finest silk against her skin. "Who is it for?"
"I don't know."
"What do you mean? You don't have any orders for it?"
"No. I just. had to make it."
Elizabeth smiled softly. "You were thinking about Jack again."
He nodded, drinking deeply from the ceramic mug she had brought him. "I look into the fire, and it's no longer red. I feel like I am looking into the clear, blue water and I can hear him in my head. He said I was halfway to becoming a pirate, and maybe I was. That weapon, that's a pirate weapon and it deserves to be in the hand of a legend. He's coming Elizabeth, I can feel it in my bones."
She laughed, handing the sword back to him. "What your bones feel is a need for a rest. Come on, there is someone at home who would like to see you."
*
"Now, what do we say when we tie up at the dock?"
"Three shillings, no name."
"Excellent. Men, and select women, we will be arriving at the Port Royal dock in a matter of minutes. Try not to get yourselves hanged."
*
"Father! You're home!"
"Hello Jack!"
*
"The tavern's that way, for those of you who were too drunk last time to remember. Jade my dear, you're coming with me."
"To the tavern?"
"No."
"No bloody way, I want rum."
"No."
"But- rum."
"No."
"But why no rum?"
"Because."
"That's a stupid answer. I say we all get rum."
"We are going up to the giant white house on the hill to see Will and Elizabeth."
"Will they have rum?"
"Will you go if they don't?"
"No."
"Then yes."
*
"A new ship has docked on the island."
Will looked up with interest. "Really? What did it look like?"
Jack frowned for a moment, trying to remember. "Like any other ship I suppose, except it had the most peculiar sails."
"Why do you say that?"
"They were black."
*
Jade began to hum, as her father rapped on the large door. The house they had arrived at was certainly imposing, especially to someone whose home consisted of black sails, and wooden planking.
"Jade, I understand you want rum, but if you don't stop that incessant humming, I will personally see to it that another drop of it never again passes your lips. Savvy?"
Jade gasped dramatically. "You wouldn't! You can't!"
"There are things a man can do, and things a man can't. That is one thing I can do."
"Because you're a man?" She asked disgustedly.
"Because I'm your father."
*
"I left my book out in the gardens, may I be excused?" "Of course Jack. But don't forget your lessons."
Nodding, the young man ran off, leaving Elizabeth Turner to grin at her husband.
"What?" Will questioned, catching her eye.
"It's nothing." Elizabeth tried to cover, forgetting that he could always see through her.
"No it's not. Come on, tell me."
She blushed, "It's just seeing you and Jack together, it just makes me smile."
A new voice broke into the conversation. "Aw, well isn't that just adorable. Elizabeth my dear, you're seeing me and Will together still, after seventeen years."
"Jack?"
"Will."
"Jack!"
"Will!"
"Jack!"
"Oh shut up!"
Jack turned to his daughter, who was standing slightly behind him. "Do you ever want to taste rum again or not, you insolent child?"
"You do realize, that to keep it from me forever, you'd either have to kill me, or never again have it on our boat?"
"Ship, it is a ship!"
"It is a pretty little boat, and you never let me forget it."
Will cleared his throat loudly, getting the feuding duo's attention. "Jack, it's wonderful to see you again, but, who is this?"
"Oh right, well this here is the reason I haven't been back in so long. Jade, this is Will and Elizabeth, keep a civil tongue. Will, Elizabeth, meet Treasure Jade Sparrow. My daughter."
"Where in the bloody ocean would I have learned a civil tongue?"