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Note: Thanks to Emily (you rock!) for helping me figure out how to introduce Jack into the story.
Part Three
Will hated the boys' home with a passion. His room leaked and the boys were horribly annoying or just plain mean. That one boy-whom Will had learned was named Seamus- kept giving Will a knowing smile whenever the two met in the halls.
The food was disgusting. It tasted as if it had been used to scrub the deck of a ship and the water was salty. When Will had been exploring the building, he'd discovered some stale bread hidden away. He'd taken all of it and was currently munching on a piece in his room as he stared out the window.
Will had intended to run away the morning after he arrived, but there had been a horrible storm that started up and was currently still showing its force. Will couldn't step outside without soaked to the bone with freezing water.
Will lie on his bed chewing on the stale bread, listening to the steady pounding of the rain against the roof. It was late at night and the boy was tired. By the door, there was a metal can on the floor that Will used to catch water droplets. It clinked steadily, lulling Will to sleep.
* * *
The ocean waves were vicious as a small sailboat struggled to stay afloat on them. The man inside the boat was Joshamee Gibbs, first mate to Captain Jack Sparrow of the Black Pearl. Most of their supplies had been lost in the storm. Gibbs had been sent to get more from the nearest island. Port Royal.
His body was soaked. A wool green blanket was wrapped around his body, but it made no difference. Tossing the blanket aside, he continued sailing until he finally made it to the dock. Soaked, Gibbs tied his boat up and stepped onto the wooden dock. Nobody was around at this hour. Shivering, he looked up at the horizon and saw the sun coming up. The rain slowed. Perhaps it would be a better day tomorrow.
* * *
Will awoke to the sounds of birds chirping. He cracked his eyes open to see the sun streaming through the window.
THE SUN?!
Will stood up and pushed open his window with minor trouble. He looked outside and saw the sun. There wasn't a cloud in the sky. It was warm and Will could hear people speaking outside. Seagull's let out shrill cries and flew through the air, as did other sorts of birds.
Excited that he finally had the chance to run away, Will grabbed his bag, which he hadn't unpacked yet, shoved the remains of the bread inside and ran out of his room, down the main stairs. The entire house seemed to still be asleep because nobody stopped him when he exited the front door and crashed straight into a young girl with golden girls and long blue dress on.
" Oh! I'm sorry!" The girl exclaimed. She looked about Will's age. And somewhat familiar. Will couldn't place where. He stared at her for a moment as she straightened her dress. Will thought she must have thought he was angry with her, because she blushed when she looked at him.
" Um...I'm Elizabeth. Elizabeth Swann." She said, still blushing.
" Will Turner." Will replied. He looked at her for a moment more and then it came to him. Elizabeth looked like the woman in the locket. He dug into his pocket and pulled out the silver necklace. He clicked it open with his fingers and held out the small picture for the girl to see.
" Do you know her?" He said, but when he looked up, she was gone. Will looked around, before shoving the locket back into the safety of his pants.
Sighing to himself, he turned around and headed towards the docks. As he walked, he wondered what had happened to Elizabeth. Why had she disappeared like that?
***
Elizabeth pelted down the alleyway. She hadn't wanted to leave Will so suddenly. It would have been nice to make a friend outside of the maids in her father's house. Elizabeth wasn't even supposed to be here. She had snuck outside when her father had gone into a meeting, but the man had learned of his daughter's disappearance and sent guards to search for her. Honestly, Father was so paranoid. Whenever she was out of his sight, he panicked.
Perhaps it was because her mother had been supposedly kidnapped by pirates when Elizabeth had only be a year old. Elizabeth didn't know if that's what really happened to her mother, but it was possible.
Her father had had a silver locket made with Elizabeth's mother's picture in it. He had given it to Elizabeth a few days after her mother disappeared. Elizabeth had lost it a year later when she wandered off to the docks.
Elizabeth stopped to catch her breath and hoped she would meet Will Turner again.
***
Will wandered around on the docks. He didn't know what brought him there. His original plan had been to get someone to take him to his father, but his father would probably send him straight back to Port Royal.
Will sighed and paced a certain spot on the dock. He watched as a stout man loaded barrels into a small sailboat. A thought occurred to Will. Perhaps, if he did make it back to his father, he could stay with him. Perhaps his father would be so impressed with Will's determination to stay at sea with him that he would be allowed to stay.
It was unlikely, but Will was a hopeful boy and had no other plans. The current problem was, how to get out of Port Royal.
Many ideas floated through his thoughts. Most of them involved a sword and Will taking over a ship. Those plans were dropped for obvious reasons. With a weary sigh, Will sat on the dock, his legs crossed and face in his hands. What was he going to do? He'd never leave this dreadful place. He looked up aimlessly and spotted a small cage. Looking closer, Will saw a small cat or something close to a cat was crouched inside. Will scooted over to the cage and placed his hands on the bars. The animal eyed him.
" Hey there," Will said softly. " You're not the only thing that's caged." Will closed his eyes and wondered if he was ever going to see his father again.
" Heading back out to sea in that tiny little boat, sir?" Said a voice. Will opened his eyes and turned his body to see who was speaking. It was the stout man he had seen loading the small boat earlier. The ship's owner, a man with a beard and long hair grinned and responded,
" Aye. My crew'll be needing these supplies. This ship'll do for the time being." Will looked at the ship. Suddenly a plan formed in Will's mind. A slightly suicidal one if things went wrong, but Will was willing to take the chance. Waiting until both the owner of the ship and the stout man were occupied, Will crept across the dock and into the sailboat. A green blanket was tossed on the floor of the boat. Will lay down right next to the barrels and tossed the blanket over him. With luck, he would look like supplies.
After a few moments, the owner of the boat said that he had to leave. Will felt the boat bob up and down as the man entered the boat. Will was nervous for a moment, but the man didn't seem to notice that Will was there. After a few more minutes, the boat was on it's way out into the ocean.
***
Will was dozing under the blanket, when the small boat was pulled upwards out of the water. In his dazed state, Will almost cried out, but suddenly remembered where he was. The boat was probably being pulled onto the ship that it belonged to. There was a loud thump as the boat hit the ship deck and Will heard footsteps.
" Leave the supplies there for a bit. We'll unload once we're away from here, savvy?" There was a loud 'aye' from other people on board. Will stayed perfectly still, even though the urge to leap up and find out what ship he was on was strong.
He felt the ship jolt into movement. It was quite fast. Will briefly wondered if it was one of the navy ships. But then why would someone have to buy supplies and bring them out to the ship? Pirates, maybe?
As Will was pondering all of this, he drifted off to sleep again.
Will knew he was dreaming. Visions of his father and The Talon drifted before his eyes. Someone nearby was talking and Will smelled rum, driving him into consciousness. He accidentally groaned aloud. His eyes widened and he hoped nobody had heard him. There was the sound of a bottle being placed down on wood and someone approached the boat.
Will closed his eyes tightly. He knew what would happen next. He was going to be discovered. The blanket whooshed off his body and Will stared upwards at a man who indeed looked like a pirate. He had long, unkempt black hair with beads on the front strands. His long black beard was adorned with beads as well. A red bandanna sat upon his head and his clothing was certainly filthy.
Will squirmed nervously and looked upwards. The sky was dark except for the stars. They had been traveling all day.
" Well, mates," Said the man. " We've got ourselves a stowaway. What's your name lad?" Will was about to state his name when a lesson from long ago echoed in his head.
' Never give your rightful name to anyone you don't know.' The lesson was repeated in both his father's and mother's voice.
" Thomas," Said Will. " Thomas Black." The man was thoughtful for a moment and then grinned.
" Well, Tommy, me lad, I am Jack Sparrow. Captain of the ship you have decided to hitch a ride upon," For emphasis, Sparrow banged a cane he was holding in his hand against the wooden deck of the ship. " Welcome aboard the Black Pearl."
TBC......
Note: Thanks to Emily (you rock!) for helping me figure out how to introduce Jack into the story.
Part Three
Will hated the boys' home with a passion. His room leaked and the boys were horribly annoying or just plain mean. That one boy-whom Will had learned was named Seamus- kept giving Will a knowing smile whenever the two met in the halls.
The food was disgusting. It tasted as if it had been used to scrub the deck of a ship and the water was salty. When Will had been exploring the building, he'd discovered some stale bread hidden away. He'd taken all of it and was currently munching on a piece in his room as he stared out the window.
Will had intended to run away the morning after he arrived, but there had been a horrible storm that started up and was currently still showing its force. Will couldn't step outside without soaked to the bone with freezing water.
Will lie on his bed chewing on the stale bread, listening to the steady pounding of the rain against the roof. It was late at night and the boy was tired. By the door, there was a metal can on the floor that Will used to catch water droplets. It clinked steadily, lulling Will to sleep.
* * *
The ocean waves were vicious as a small sailboat struggled to stay afloat on them. The man inside the boat was Joshamee Gibbs, first mate to Captain Jack Sparrow of the Black Pearl. Most of their supplies had been lost in the storm. Gibbs had been sent to get more from the nearest island. Port Royal.
His body was soaked. A wool green blanket was wrapped around his body, but it made no difference. Tossing the blanket aside, he continued sailing until he finally made it to the dock. Soaked, Gibbs tied his boat up and stepped onto the wooden dock. Nobody was around at this hour. Shivering, he looked up at the horizon and saw the sun coming up. The rain slowed. Perhaps it would be a better day tomorrow.
* * *
Will awoke to the sounds of birds chirping. He cracked his eyes open to see the sun streaming through the window.
THE SUN?!
Will stood up and pushed open his window with minor trouble. He looked outside and saw the sun. There wasn't a cloud in the sky. It was warm and Will could hear people speaking outside. Seagull's let out shrill cries and flew through the air, as did other sorts of birds.
Excited that he finally had the chance to run away, Will grabbed his bag, which he hadn't unpacked yet, shoved the remains of the bread inside and ran out of his room, down the main stairs. The entire house seemed to still be asleep because nobody stopped him when he exited the front door and crashed straight into a young girl with golden girls and long blue dress on.
" Oh! I'm sorry!" The girl exclaimed. She looked about Will's age. And somewhat familiar. Will couldn't place where. He stared at her for a moment as she straightened her dress. Will thought she must have thought he was angry with her, because she blushed when she looked at him.
" Um...I'm Elizabeth. Elizabeth Swann." She said, still blushing.
" Will Turner." Will replied. He looked at her for a moment more and then it came to him. Elizabeth looked like the woman in the locket. He dug into his pocket and pulled out the silver necklace. He clicked it open with his fingers and held out the small picture for the girl to see.
" Do you know her?" He said, but when he looked up, she was gone. Will looked around, before shoving the locket back into the safety of his pants.
Sighing to himself, he turned around and headed towards the docks. As he walked, he wondered what had happened to Elizabeth. Why had she disappeared like that?
***
Elizabeth pelted down the alleyway. She hadn't wanted to leave Will so suddenly. It would have been nice to make a friend outside of the maids in her father's house. Elizabeth wasn't even supposed to be here. She had snuck outside when her father had gone into a meeting, but the man had learned of his daughter's disappearance and sent guards to search for her. Honestly, Father was so paranoid. Whenever she was out of his sight, he panicked.
Perhaps it was because her mother had been supposedly kidnapped by pirates when Elizabeth had only be a year old. Elizabeth didn't know if that's what really happened to her mother, but it was possible.
Her father had had a silver locket made with Elizabeth's mother's picture in it. He had given it to Elizabeth a few days after her mother disappeared. Elizabeth had lost it a year later when she wandered off to the docks.
Elizabeth stopped to catch her breath and hoped she would meet Will Turner again.
***
Will wandered around on the docks. He didn't know what brought him there. His original plan had been to get someone to take him to his father, but his father would probably send him straight back to Port Royal.
Will sighed and paced a certain spot on the dock. He watched as a stout man loaded barrels into a small sailboat. A thought occurred to Will. Perhaps, if he did make it back to his father, he could stay with him. Perhaps his father would be so impressed with Will's determination to stay at sea with him that he would be allowed to stay.
It was unlikely, but Will was a hopeful boy and had no other plans. The current problem was, how to get out of Port Royal.
Many ideas floated through his thoughts. Most of them involved a sword and Will taking over a ship. Those plans were dropped for obvious reasons. With a weary sigh, Will sat on the dock, his legs crossed and face in his hands. What was he going to do? He'd never leave this dreadful place. He looked up aimlessly and spotted a small cage. Looking closer, Will saw a small cat or something close to a cat was crouched inside. Will scooted over to the cage and placed his hands on the bars. The animal eyed him.
" Hey there," Will said softly. " You're not the only thing that's caged." Will closed his eyes and wondered if he was ever going to see his father again.
" Heading back out to sea in that tiny little boat, sir?" Said a voice. Will opened his eyes and turned his body to see who was speaking. It was the stout man he had seen loading the small boat earlier. The ship's owner, a man with a beard and long hair grinned and responded,
" Aye. My crew'll be needing these supplies. This ship'll do for the time being." Will looked at the ship. Suddenly a plan formed in Will's mind. A slightly suicidal one if things went wrong, but Will was willing to take the chance. Waiting until both the owner of the ship and the stout man were occupied, Will crept across the dock and into the sailboat. A green blanket was tossed on the floor of the boat. Will lay down right next to the barrels and tossed the blanket over him. With luck, he would look like supplies.
After a few moments, the owner of the boat said that he had to leave. Will felt the boat bob up and down as the man entered the boat. Will was nervous for a moment, but the man didn't seem to notice that Will was there. After a few more minutes, the boat was on it's way out into the ocean.
***
Will was dozing under the blanket, when the small boat was pulled upwards out of the water. In his dazed state, Will almost cried out, but suddenly remembered where he was. The boat was probably being pulled onto the ship that it belonged to. There was a loud thump as the boat hit the ship deck and Will heard footsteps.
" Leave the supplies there for a bit. We'll unload once we're away from here, savvy?" There was a loud 'aye' from other people on board. Will stayed perfectly still, even though the urge to leap up and find out what ship he was on was strong.
He felt the ship jolt into movement. It was quite fast. Will briefly wondered if it was one of the navy ships. But then why would someone have to buy supplies and bring them out to the ship? Pirates, maybe?
As Will was pondering all of this, he drifted off to sleep again.
Will knew he was dreaming. Visions of his father and The Talon drifted before his eyes. Someone nearby was talking and Will smelled rum, driving him into consciousness. He accidentally groaned aloud. His eyes widened and he hoped nobody had heard him. There was the sound of a bottle being placed down on wood and someone approached the boat.
Will closed his eyes tightly. He knew what would happen next. He was going to be discovered. The blanket whooshed off his body and Will stared upwards at a man who indeed looked like a pirate. He had long, unkempt black hair with beads on the front strands. His long black beard was adorned with beads as well. A red bandanna sat upon his head and his clothing was certainly filthy.
Will squirmed nervously and looked upwards. The sky was dark except for the stars. They had been traveling all day.
" Well, mates," Said the man. " We've got ourselves a stowaway. What's your name lad?" Will was about to state his name when a lesson from long ago echoed in his head.
' Never give your rightful name to anyone you don't know.' The lesson was repeated in both his father's and mother's voice.
" Thomas," Said Will. " Thomas Black." The man was thoughtful for a moment and then grinned.
" Well, Tommy, me lad, I am Jack Sparrow. Captain of the ship you have decided to hitch a ride upon," For emphasis, Sparrow banged a cane he was holding in his hand against the wooden deck of the ship. " Welcome aboard the Black Pearl."
TBC......