Chapter 5- Every Pirate Has His Own Beginning.... However Short
If you had done the math, Lily is about 18 possibly 19... just for those of you who were wondering... ON WITH THE STORY!
Jack nodded toward the window. Lily had a look of utmost confusion on her face.
"We set sail while ye were sleepin'."
Lily was reluctant to release Jack, and Jack was just as reluctant to release Lily, but Lily got up anyway and looked out the window. The sun was just beginning to rise, causing the sky to be a deep shade of purple while the sunlight glinted off the waters. Lily was taken aback at the beautiful sight before her. What a beautiful view, she thought. A lone tear rolled down her cheek as she watched the churning waters below her. She hated feeling this hole of loneliness inside her. Maybe, just maybe, Jack could help fill that hole. Jack attempted to bring her back to subject but was very quickly defeated.
"Luv, I'm s-"
"I believe we had a deal, Mr. Sparrow. My tale for yours."
Lily raised an eyebrow at Jack as she waited for him to begin his story. Damn this bloody woman! I guess it seems I don't have a choice. I'll weasel some feelings out of her later... now ain't the time, Jack thought.
"Well, luv, I was born a pirate and I will die a pirate. That's all there is. Nuthin' special ta be elaboratin' on here. I must be attendin' me captainly duties now. I'll have yer meals sent up by AnnaMaria. Ta-ta!", said Jack with a fake British accent.
Before Lily could protest Jack had already shut the door and was at the other end of the hallway.
She murmured under her breath, "Bloody pirate!".