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Chapter Eight
"So let me get this straight, Alex is my brother?"
Jack rolled his eyes. "'Lizabeth no matter how many time you say it, luv, it ain't gonna change."
"I have a brother."
Will put his hand on her shoulder and she grabbed it. "Will, I have a brother."
"Had, had, a brother." Jack reminded her. The group stared at Jack, scowling. "What?"
Jack sloped off. He was bored, for an hour the whole conversation had been focused on Alex. So what if the little brat had run away for a few hours? He'd come back when he got hungry. And, he thought with a smile, he'd like to see the fifteen year old dependant boy try and find his dead father in the big wide world.
"He hasn't a chance, even if his bloody father was alive he wouldn't have a chance!" Jack muttered to himself. "I told Rosie to tell 'im, but did she bloody listen? No did she hell."
"Jack?" A voice called.
Jack turned back to face the group. "Aye?"
"We're gonna 'ave to go and find 'im."
"What?! No way, he'll be back soon." " Jack!"
"Alright, alright." Jack said, shrugging it aside with his hands.
"So who is Alex's father anyway?" Elizabeth asked.
Jack grinned. "Now this is the good bit, this the icing on the cake. Go on Rose tell 'em who Alex's father is."
"You've met 'im Liz."
"I've met him?"
"Yeah, not so long ago actually, quite a famous pirate, stole the Pearl from Jack."
"Barbossa?" Elizabeth exclaimed.
Rosie nodded.
"As in, as in Captain Barbossa?"
Rosie nodded.
"As in Barbossa."
"Yeah, Liz, luv. We get the picture, it's Barbossa." Jack said.
Elizabeth gasped. "As in Barbossa."
"Yes, as in the bloody mutinous, lying Barbossa." Jack replied.
"And he's gone to find him, Alex has gone to find Barbossa."
"She's fast this one, ain't she?" Jack muttered.
"But he's dead."
"Alex doesn't know that."
"How can he not know? I don't understand." Elizabeth said. She stood up. "Barbossa or not, Alex is my brother, we have to find 'im, I mean him."
"You've never even met 'im." Jack said. He was very annoyed at the way things were working. Rosie and Elizabeth would have him out searching for the boy all night.
"He's still my brother though."
"What is it wit' women and sentiment? I mean bloody hell, he's a complete stranger to you."
"And will remain so, unless we help him. I mean what if he tries to resurrect Barbossa."
"Sorry to disappoint you luv, but when your dead, your dead, there ain't no second chance."
"Well, it seems that even in death, Barbossa is controlling us."
Jack sighed. "You know what Liz, if you wanna go find your brother, then we'll go find your brother."
"Oh Jack, thank you so much."
"It's not that, I just can't be bothered arguing wit' you all."
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**seventeen years ago**
A young, dashing Jack Sparrow sat in the bar, swigging from a bottle of rum. Apart from the occasional bead missing from his dreadlocked hair, and the absence of his gold teeth, he was pretty much the same Jack Sparrow.
Opposite him sat a prostitute, called Rosie. Rosie hadn't changed much either. Her vibrant red hair, a very good selling point, and wild eyes were still very much the same.
"You know what Jack Sparrow, I think you only want me for my body." She said.
"Well it couldn't be for your personality now could it?" He grinned.
She scowled. "So where's this person you want me to meet?"
"He'll be here soon, patience is a virtue, oh wait a sec you ain't got not virtues."
"Ha, funny, ain't we?" She said, sarcastically. "Oh Jack this is stupid, I could be out earning now."
"Instead your havin' a free drink, wit' the gorgeous and most sought after soon-to-be-Captain Jack Sparrow."
"And your point is?"
"Did I mention the drink was free?"
She smiled. "Go on then, but only ten more minutes."
"He'll be here in five." "He should have been 'ere half an hour ago. And what was all that about soon to be captain? What you up to Jack?"
Jack grinned. "Nought, well nothin' that you should concern your pretty little head about, anyway."
"Pretty little 'ead? Is that all I am? I have brains you know."
"Yeah course you do. Ah, 'ere he is."
"I've sorted us the crew, mate." Barbossa said, as he sat down next to Rosie.
Jack smiled. "Good. Barbossa this young lady 'ere is Rosie, Rosie this is a mate o' mine, Barbossa."
"Did he say young lady?" Barbossa asked Rosie.
Rosie grinned. "I'm a hooker, luv."
"Ah right. Appearances can be deceiving."
"And in this case?"
"They're not."
"Cheers." Rosie said, sarcastically. "Look Jack, I'm not staying 'ere to be insulted by monkey boy 'ere. Excuse me." She said, getting up.
"Rosie, sit back down. You ain't heard what I 'ave to say yet."
"I've heard enough, Jack Sparrow to know when you is planning somethin'. And when you's plan somethin', someone always gets hurt, well it ain't gonna be me." But she sat down, never the less.
"Barbossa and I, we've got ourselves a ship. And now a crew. We just need, well a young lady aboard, to entertain the sailors."
Rosie laughed. "Yeah right, as if I'd come anywhere near your bloody ship, it's probably a two man rowing boat."
"I'm deeply, deeply offended. It's a proper ship, and bloody fast to boot."
"Yeah well, wit' you at the wheel, it'll sink."
"Ah but Jack won't be at the wheel, I be the captain."
"You what?!" Jack demanded.
"Well, I'll make a damn better captain then you." Barbossa said, forcefully.
"No way."
Rosie laughed. "Hmm the answer is definitely no. Excuse me gentleman.no boys."
"Wait Rosie." He said, he turned to Barbossa. "Let's settle this fair and square."
Barbossa nodded.
"One.two.three."
"Ha," Jack said. "My paper beats your rock."
"Two outta three, two outta three!" Barbossa called angrily. Barbossa hated the game of scissors, paper, stone. But it was the easiest way to decide something without drawing swords.
"We could be 'ere forever." Jack said. "Nope sorry first mate Barbossa. Rosie you are looking at the now Captain Jack Sparrow."
She laughed. "C'mon then, let's see this wondrous ship of yours Captain."
"She is wondrous, best ship I've ever seen, is the Black Pearl."
Chapter Eight
"So let me get this straight, Alex is my brother?"
Jack rolled his eyes. "'Lizabeth no matter how many time you say it, luv, it ain't gonna change."
"I have a brother."
Will put his hand on her shoulder and she grabbed it. "Will, I have a brother."
"Had, had, a brother." Jack reminded her. The group stared at Jack, scowling. "What?"
Jack sloped off. He was bored, for an hour the whole conversation had been focused on Alex. So what if the little brat had run away for a few hours? He'd come back when he got hungry. And, he thought with a smile, he'd like to see the fifteen year old dependant boy try and find his dead father in the big wide world.
"He hasn't a chance, even if his bloody father was alive he wouldn't have a chance!" Jack muttered to himself. "I told Rosie to tell 'im, but did she bloody listen? No did she hell."
"Jack?" A voice called.
Jack turned back to face the group. "Aye?"
"We're gonna 'ave to go and find 'im."
"What?! No way, he'll be back soon." " Jack!"
"Alright, alright." Jack said, shrugging it aside with his hands.
"So who is Alex's father anyway?" Elizabeth asked.
Jack grinned. "Now this is the good bit, this the icing on the cake. Go on Rose tell 'em who Alex's father is."
"You've met 'im Liz."
"I've met him?"
"Yeah, not so long ago actually, quite a famous pirate, stole the Pearl from Jack."
"Barbossa?" Elizabeth exclaimed.
Rosie nodded.
"As in, as in Captain Barbossa?"
Rosie nodded.
"As in Barbossa."
"Yeah, Liz, luv. We get the picture, it's Barbossa." Jack said.
Elizabeth gasped. "As in Barbossa."
"Yes, as in the bloody mutinous, lying Barbossa." Jack replied.
"And he's gone to find him, Alex has gone to find Barbossa."
"She's fast this one, ain't she?" Jack muttered.
"But he's dead."
"Alex doesn't know that."
"How can he not know? I don't understand." Elizabeth said. She stood up. "Barbossa or not, Alex is my brother, we have to find 'im, I mean him."
"You've never even met 'im." Jack said. He was very annoyed at the way things were working. Rosie and Elizabeth would have him out searching for the boy all night.
"He's still my brother though."
"What is it wit' women and sentiment? I mean bloody hell, he's a complete stranger to you."
"And will remain so, unless we help him. I mean what if he tries to resurrect Barbossa."
"Sorry to disappoint you luv, but when your dead, your dead, there ain't no second chance."
"Well, it seems that even in death, Barbossa is controlling us."
Jack sighed. "You know what Liz, if you wanna go find your brother, then we'll go find your brother."
"Oh Jack, thank you so much."
"It's not that, I just can't be bothered arguing wit' you all."
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**seventeen years ago**
A young, dashing Jack Sparrow sat in the bar, swigging from a bottle of rum. Apart from the occasional bead missing from his dreadlocked hair, and the absence of his gold teeth, he was pretty much the same Jack Sparrow.
Opposite him sat a prostitute, called Rosie. Rosie hadn't changed much either. Her vibrant red hair, a very good selling point, and wild eyes were still very much the same.
"You know what Jack Sparrow, I think you only want me for my body." She said.
"Well it couldn't be for your personality now could it?" He grinned.
She scowled. "So where's this person you want me to meet?"
"He'll be here soon, patience is a virtue, oh wait a sec you ain't got not virtues."
"Ha, funny, ain't we?" She said, sarcastically. "Oh Jack this is stupid, I could be out earning now."
"Instead your havin' a free drink, wit' the gorgeous and most sought after soon-to-be-Captain Jack Sparrow."
"And your point is?"
"Did I mention the drink was free?"
She smiled. "Go on then, but only ten more minutes."
"He'll be here in five." "He should have been 'ere half an hour ago. And what was all that about soon to be captain? What you up to Jack?"
Jack grinned. "Nought, well nothin' that you should concern your pretty little head about, anyway."
"Pretty little 'ead? Is that all I am? I have brains you know."
"Yeah course you do. Ah, 'ere he is."
"I've sorted us the crew, mate." Barbossa said, as he sat down next to Rosie.
Jack smiled. "Good. Barbossa this young lady 'ere is Rosie, Rosie this is a mate o' mine, Barbossa."
"Did he say young lady?" Barbossa asked Rosie.
Rosie grinned. "I'm a hooker, luv."
"Ah right. Appearances can be deceiving."
"And in this case?"
"They're not."
"Cheers." Rosie said, sarcastically. "Look Jack, I'm not staying 'ere to be insulted by monkey boy 'ere. Excuse me." She said, getting up.
"Rosie, sit back down. You ain't heard what I 'ave to say yet."
"I've heard enough, Jack Sparrow to know when you is planning somethin'. And when you's plan somethin', someone always gets hurt, well it ain't gonna be me." But she sat down, never the less.
"Barbossa and I, we've got ourselves a ship. And now a crew. We just need, well a young lady aboard, to entertain the sailors."
Rosie laughed. "Yeah right, as if I'd come anywhere near your bloody ship, it's probably a two man rowing boat."
"I'm deeply, deeply offended. It's a proper ship, and bloody fast to boot."
"Yeah well, wit' you at the wheel, it'll sink."
"Ah but Jack won't be at the wheel, I be the captain."
"You what?!" Jack demanded.
"Well, I'll make a damn better captain then you." Barbossa said, forcefully.
"No way."
Rosie laughed. "Hmm the answer is definitely no. Excuse me gentleman.no boys."
"Wait Rosie." He said, he turned to Barbossa. "Let's settle this fair and square."
Barbossa nodded.
"One.two.three."
"Ha," Jack said. "My paper beats your rock."
"Two outta three, two outta three!" Barbossa called angrily. Barbossa hated the game of scissors, paper, stone. But it was the easiest way to decide something without drawing swords.
"We could be 'ere forever." Jack said. "Nope sorry first mate Barbossa. Rosie you are looking at the now Captain Jack Sparrow."
She laughed. "C'mon then, let's see this wondrous ship of yours Captain."
"She is wondrous, best ship I've ever seen, is the Black Pearl."