After their desert, Mariah went upstairs to go to bed. Before leaving, she
kissed her father on the cheek. "Night dad, see you in the morning." She
said and walked out.
Five minutes later Jake decided that it was no use trying to follow his parents' conversation with Jack Sparrow. There was too much history for him to unscramble. Excusing himself, Jake went upstairs. Seeing Mariah's door cracked and a light coming from inside he decided to bid her goodnight as well. When he knocked there was no answer so he pushed the door open further.
She was nowhere to be seen, the window was open, and to his horror he heard a cracking noise coming from outside. He crossed to the window and stuck his head out; looking down he saw the faint outline of Mariah climbing down the thick ivy.
"What the bloody hell are you doing?!" Jake loudly whispered. She stopped, he head shooting up to look at him.
"I'm going out, mind yer own business!" She whispered back, continuing to climb down.
"If you don't get back up here I am going to tell your father!" Jake whispered. Maria stopped again.
"If you do I'll beat you up so bad you will never be able to rat on another person again!" She called back.
"You don't know this town very well, come on, come back and I will show you around tomorrow, then maybe you can go out tomorrow night when you know what you will be faced with!" Jake called back.
"You know what? Fine, I will wait till tomorrow night. Not because of your annoying concern but because...because I am tired from the long voyage and I will be better rested tomorrow." With that she started to climb back up the ivy but just as she reached the top a branch broke and she slipped letting out a small squeak and grabbed onto the window sill with her finger tips.
"Hold on!" Jake said, as he reached out to grab her other hand. After he got a grip on her right hand he went for the one that held onto the sill. "Take my hand!" He ordered and she slid her hand into his. He heaved back and she came through the window and they both landed on the floor, Mariah on top of him. They both were breathing hard, but Jake was the first to recover. He looked down and saw that Mariah was lying on top of him panting and suddenly felt embarrassed at how the scene must have looked. "Well you are safe now." He said, gently rolling her off of him. She easily rolled off and laid on her back, cocking her head to look at him.
"Thank you for saving me." She said.
"Thank you for listening to me, goodnight." Jake said and walked out of the room, gently shutting the door behind him. Seeing that there was still a light on in the living room, Jake decided to go see what his parents and Jack Sparrow were up to. He stopped outside the door when he heard his name.
"Your son Jake is a mighty handsome boy." Jack said taking a sip of rum.
"Yes he is, we are very proud of him." Elizabeth said, beaming.
"What does he want to be when he becomes a man?" Jack asked.
"We aren't sure, he doesn't really discuss such matters with us, but he has always had a fascination with the sea, so maybe he will go into the military or into trading." Will said.
"Aye, life on the sea calls to many a young man, even found you Will." Jack said.
"But it did help that I finally found out that love for the sea was in my blood." Will said winking at Jack.
"Aye, you finally squared with the fact that pirate is in your blood then?" Jack said.
"Yes and I have been happier ever since, at least my father wasn't like Barbosa."
Jake stopped listening. Pirate in his father's blood? In his blood? The thought was too unreal. His parents had always told him that his grandfather had died at sea, but he was a good respectable man. They had never mentioned pirates. Jake's ears picked up his name once again.
"Have you told young Jake about who you really are? About who he really is?" Jack asked.
"Well...no." Elizabeth said reluctantly.
"Why ever not? He has to be curious about how a blacksmith and a governor's daughter were allowed to be married!" Jack said, sounding a bit indignant. "And not to mention that a pirate captain is staying in his house!"
"All we have told Jake is that I saved his mother's life and her father was so grateful that he promoted me. I am sure that he has thought of his own reasons for why we are friends with a pirate." Will said, looking a tiny bit sheepish.
"We would have told him right from the beginning but in school they still teach the lawlessness of piracy and how all pirates should be hanged and it would not have been good to have him asking questions about "good pirates" and how his father is half pirate. Only a select few know about Will's father. We kept Jake in the dark to protect him from the other children and the rest of society." Elizabeth said. "Aye, I understand, but don't ye think that he is old enough to understand now? He and my daughter seem to be becoming friends, I saw them shaking hands out on the terrace and they were laughing together upstairs." Jack said, getting a glint in his eye.
"Maybe it is best if you tell him Jack, the way you told me, take our Jake out on the seas with you, don't turn him pirate, just help him square with the fact that he is a quarter pirate, well almost half pirate after all the adventures that you and I had Jack, not to mention Elizabeth's daring bout of piracy." Will said, grinning.
Cold swept through Jake's body. His parents were going to ship him off with a pirate?! What would the boys at school say? Surely his mother wouldn't let him go.
"I think that is a grand idea Will, the easier it is for Jake to come to grips with who he really is the better and I think an adventure at sea would be the best place, not to mention it would toughen him up a bit, just like it did you my dear." Elizabeth said.
Jake's fears were confirmed; he was going to sea with Jack Sparrow, not knowing if he would ever return. How could his parents do this to him? Anger flooded him and he ran upstairs and into his room, shutting and locking the door behind him. There was no way that he would be shipped off to become a pirate. He was an English Gentleman, a nobleman, and there was not way that he would stand to be labeled a pirate for the rest of his life. Not if he had anything to do with it.
Five minutes later Jake decided that it was no use trying to follow his parents' conversation with Jack Sparrow. There was too much history for him to unscramble. Excusing himself, Jake went upstairs. Seeing Mariah's door cracked and a light coming from inside he decided to bid her goodnight as well. When he knocked there was no answer so he pushed the door open further.
She was nowhere to be seen, the window was open, and to his horror he heard a cracking noise coming from outside. He crossed to the window and stuck his head out; looking down he saw the faint outline of Mariah climbing down the thick ivy.
"What the bloody hell are you doing?!" Jake loudly whispered. She stopped, he head shooting up to look at him.
"I'm going out, mind yer own business!" She whispered back, continuing to climb down.
"If you don't get back up here I am going to tell your father!" Jake whispered. Maria stopped again.
"If you do I'll beat you up so bad you will never be able to rat on another person again!" She called back.
"You don't know this town very well, come on, come back and I will show you around tomorrow, then maybe you can go out tomorrow night when you know what you will be faced with!" Jake called back.
"You know what? Fine, I will wait till tomorrow night. Not because of your annoying concern but because...because I am tired from the long voyage and I will be better rested tomorrow." With that she started to climb back up the ivy but just as she reached the top a branch broke and she slipped letting out a small squeak and grabbed onto the window sill with her finger tips.
"Hold on!" Jake said, as he reached out to grab her other hand. After he got a grip on her right hand he went for the one that held onto the sill. "Take my hand!" He ordered and she slid her hand into his. He heaved back and she came through the window and they both landed on the floor, Mariah on top of him. They both were breathing hard, but Jake was the first to recover. He looked down and saw that Mariah was lying on top of him panting and suddenly felt embarrassed at how the scene must have looked. "Well you are safe now." He said, gently rolling her off of him. She easily rolled off and laid on her back, cocking her head to look at him.
"Thank you for saving me." She said.
"Thank you for listening to me, goodnight." Jake said and walked out of the room, gently shutting the door behind him. Seeing that there was still a light on in the living room, Jake decided to go see what his parents and Jack Sparrow were up to. He stopped outside the door when he heard his name.
"Your son Jake is a mighty handsome boy." Jack said taking a sip of rum.
"Yes he is, we are very proud of him." Elizabeth said, beaming.
"What does he want to be when he becomes a man?" Jack asked.
"We aren't sure, he doesn't really discuss such matters with us, but he has always had a fascination with the sea, so maybe he will go into the military or into trading." Will said.
"Aye, life on the sea calls to many a young man, even found you Will." Jack said.
"But it did help that I finally found out that love for the sea was in my blood." Will said winking at Jack.
"Aye, you finally squared with the fact that pirate is in your blood then?" Jack said.
"Yes and I have been happier ever since, at least my father wasn't like Barbosa."
Jake stopped listening. Pirate in his father's blood? In his blood? The thought was too unreal. His parents had always told him that his grandfather had died at sea, but he was a good respectable man. They had never mentioned pirates. Jake's ears picked up his name once again.
"Have you told young Jake about who you really are? About who he really is?" Jack asked.
"Well...no." Elizabeth said reluctantly.
"Why ever not? He has to be curious about how a blacksmith and a governor's daughter were allowed to be married!" Jack said, sounding a bit indignant. "And not to mention that a pirate captain is staying in his house!"
"All we have told Jake is that I saved his mother's life and her father was so grateful that he promoted me. I am sure that he has thought of his own reasons for why we are friends with a pirate." Will said, looking a tiny bit sheepish.
"We would have told him right from the beginning but in school they still teach the lawlessness of piracy and how all pirates should be hanged and it would not have been good to have him asking questions about "good pirates" and how his father is half pirate. Only a select few know about Will's father. We kept Jake in the dark to protect him from the other children and the rest of society." Elizabeth said. "Aye, I understand, but don't ye think that he is old enough to understand now? He and my daughter seem to be becoming friends, I saw them shaking hands out on the terrace and they were laughing together upstairs." Jack said, getting a glint in his eye.
"Maybe it is best if you tell him Jack, the way you told me, take our Jake out on the seas with you, don't turn him pirate, just help him square with the fact that he is a quarter pirate, well almost half pirate after all the adventures that you and I had Jack, not to mention Elizabeth's daring bout of piracy." Will said, grinning.
Cold swept through Jake's body. His parents were going to ship him off with a pirate?! What would the boys at school say? Surely his mother wouldn't let him go.
"I think that is a grand idea Will, the easier it is for Jake to come to grips with who he really is the better and I think an adventure at sea would be the best place, not to mention it would toughen him up a bit, just like it did you my dear." Elizabeth said.
Jake's fears were confirmed; he was going to sea with Jack Sparrow, not knowing if he would ever return. How could his parents do this to him? Anger flooded him and he ran upstairs and into his room, shutting and locking the door behind him. There was no way that he would be shipped off to become a pirate. He was an English Gentleman, a nobleman, and there was not way that he would stand to be labeled a pirate for the rest of his life. Not if he had anything to do with it.