"My god Jack! I know you've done some rather nasty things in your life, but
this is just too much!"
"Well, where is your sister now? I'll go and find her if that's what-"
"Jack, even if I knew, I wouldn't tell you anything! I wouldn't let you
anywhere near her!"
And with that, he stormed out of the bar and left Jack sitting there in
disbelief. Jack certainly had some abandonment issues right about then, but
quickly collected himself. So, he found he had a daughter. The more he
thought about it, the less far-fetched it became, I mean, it would make
sense. He just wished Hazel would have said something. But, it was her who
said their relationship was "too unstable with him out gallavanting with
his pirate buddies" or something like that. He still felt guilty, so he
decided he should do something. That's where his former leverage came in.
Now, Jack Sparrow wasn't a man that dealt with feelings all that much, but this was something different. He didn't know why, but he felt that he should do the right thing, and this surprised, and maybe even scared, no one more than Jack. He made for the dock and, thank God, his ship was still there. He might have lost his crew and his dignity, but at least he still had his ship.
Jack had managed to bring his ship all the way into his destination by himself. The salty sea air blew every which way as Port Royal loomed closer and closer. All Jack could do now was hope that dear William would be willing to help.
Jack walked through the streets of Port Royal, being careful to steer clear of the guards, as he made his way to the blacksmith's shop. When he slipped inside, he found mister Brown pounding a piece of steel. "You there!" Jack called over all of the banging and clashing. Mister Brown turned, and upon seeing Jack, his eyes widened in fear as he made to grab the nearest weapon. "No, no, no, no! I come in peace!" Jack assured him, holding up his hands with his palms turned out, showing that he wasn't going to try anything. " I'm looking for mister William Turner." "Ah, well, he's not here, so go away." "Can you tell me where he is?" Mister Brown turned back to his work and didn't answer, so Jack tried again. "Will you tell me where he is please?" Jack asked. The simple word took more effort than he thought. Mister brown turned around again and said in an exasperated tone, " he married that Swan girl and lives in her big, fancy mansion, alright? Now leave." He turned back to his work. "Much obliged," Jack bowed slightly and smiled before showing himself out. He should have already known where Will was. He set off down the street once again in the direction of the Swan mansion, still hidden amongst shadows as to not be seen by any redcoats that happened to be passing by.
Now, Jack Sparrow wasn't a man that dealt with feelings all that much, but this was something different. He didn't know why, but he felt that he should do the right thing, and this surprised, and maybe even scared, no one more than Jack. He made for the dock and, thank God, his ship was still there. He might have lost his crew and his dignity, but at least he still had his ship.
Jack had managed to bring his ship all the way into his destination by himself. The salty sea air blew every which way as Port Royal loomed closer and closer. All Jack could do now was hope that dear William would be willing to help.
Jack walked through the streets of Port Royal, being careful to steer clear of the guards, as he made his way to the blacksmith's shop. When he slipped inside, he found mister Brown pounding a piece of steel. "You there!" Jack called over all of the banging and clashing. Mister Brown turned, and upon seeing Jack, his eyes widened in fear as he made to grab the nearest weapon. "No, no, no, no! I come in peace!" Jack assured him, holding up his hands with his palms turned out, showing that he wasn't going to try anything. " I'm looking for mister William Turner." "Ah, well, he's not here, so go away." "Can you tell me where he is?" Mister Brown turned back to his work and didn't answer, so Jack tried again. "Will you tell me where he is please?" Jack asked. The simple word took more effort than he thought. Mister brown turned around again and said in an exasperated tone, " he married that Swan girl and lives in her big, fancy mansion, alright? Now leave." He turned back to his work. "Much obliged," Jack bowed slightly and smiled before showing himself out. He should have already known where Will was. He set off down the street once again in the direction of the Swan mansion, still hidden amongst shadows as to not be seen by any redcoats that happened to be passing by.