Author's Note: ....Hm. A new chapter. Wow. Sorry about the delay. It's been,
what, almost a year?
Chapter 4
Will woke with a start. He had always been comfortable sleeping on ships and for a brief instant he felt confusion as to why he should wake so startled, but memory soon returned.
He wasn't on his father's ship. He was on The Black Pearl, a ship run by strangers that Will had snuck onto in hopes of getting to his father. He had been caught as a stowaway, but the captain of the ship, Jack Sparrow, had been oddly kind. He had agreed to let Will travel on the ship as long as Will would act as a cabin boy, performing several boring, but somewhat useful chores.
Will had asked if they could drop him at Tortuga. He knew his father stopped there every few weeks to restock on supplies and it was there that Will would be able to meet up with him. Finding his father was Will Turner's reason, but Thomas Black's reason was simply, he had been born there and wanted to return.
Jack had agreed to this all, nodding along with an odd look on his face, as if he knew what Will really wanted. Will found Jack strange. Whenever the pirate spoke, he waved his arms about and he walked as though he were constantly drunk. Will suspected the weave in his walk may be because of so much time spent out on the ocean. It was as if Jack had constant sea legs and could never truly live on land again.
The rest of the crew....Will found them interesting. There was a mute named Cotton with a pet parrot, Gibbs, and Ana Maria, a strange woman whom Will didn't even try to understand. The rest of the crew kept a distance from Will, as if they could sense something wrong with him.
Will turned over onto his stomach, causing his hammock to swing back and forth. He had been with the Pearl for two weeks now. Jack had said that they would be arriving at Tortuga soon. The past few weeks had been spent finishing up "business". Will spent most of his time cleaning and helping prepare meals. Girls work, really.
"Oh, Thomas," Sang a voice. Will groaned softly and covered his head. He knew that voice. Jack Sparrow arrived below deck into Will's sleeping quarters and grinned,
"Good morning, Tommy. Now, sleep is a wonderful thing," Jack walked over to Will's hammock and kicked it slightly with his foot. The hammock swung back and forth rapidly and Will tumbled to the ground with a cry, his blanket landed on top of him a few seconds later. Will muttered curses to himself and shifted into sitting position. When he looked up, Jack had a broom in his hand.
"Yet a clean ship is a wonderful thing too," Will opened his mouth to tell Jack just exactly how "wonderful" he felt about Jack right now when the pirate held up his hand for silence,
"Now before you complain, remember that you snuck onto my ship. I want my quarters dust free by noon. Have fun, matey," And with that, Jack droped the broom on the floor by Will and swaggered off to drink rum, no doubt. Will cursed some more and then rose to his feet, stretching his limbs and brushing wrinkles out of his clothing. He had stop sleeping in his clothing.
Grabbing the broom, Will stumbled around for a bit, due to the rapid movement of the sea. Finally managing to get up onto the deck, Will went to Jack's quarters. The captain was down in the kitchens, which relieved Will a great deal. Will could clean alone without Jack sitting the rambling or just making generally strange comments.
So, Will swept and swept and swept. Then, he swept some more for a good measure. By noon, all the dust in the room was no longer on the floor, but on Will's hair, skin, and clothing. Coughing, Will once again stumbled around until he was on the deck again. He was really begin to despise this ship.
"Hey, boy! Think fast!" Will whirled around just in time to be splashed in the face with a bucket full of sea water. Spluttering and wiping salt water out of his eyes, Will shouted,
"What was that for?" He blinked his eyes open just in time to see Ana Maria standing before him, a bucket held in her hands,
"You were covered in dirt. Now you aren't. I'd suggest you dry yourself though. You are dripping all over the deck," Will grumbled to himself as the female pirate walked off. The entire ship was out to get him. Really.
Tossing the broom onto the deck, Will walked off to the kitchen to get some food. As he arrived there, he noted Jack sitting at a table, alone and drinking. Will attempted to grab and apple and run, but the pirate captain saw him,
"Tommy!" He exclaimed, "Come sit with me," Will winced. He had been spotted. Dragging his feet, Will walked over to the table and sat down as far away from the captain as possible.
"Finished your cleanin', have you?" Jack asked. Will nodded and rested his head on his palm.
"You seem unhappy, Tom. Are you unhappy?" Will blinked at Jack's strange question. He raised an eyebrow and responded,
"Well....not really, but who would be happy cleaning?" Jack grinned at Will's response and tapped his fingers on the table,
"Well, we'll be at Tortuga in just a few days, if that brightens yer day," Will's eyes widened,
"Really?" He asked. Jack nodded. Will grinned.
"Of course, if you ever need anything once we part ways, don't hesitate to come crawling back to me. Yer an awfully good worker. Better than some of the scum these days," Will blinked. Was Jack actually complimenting him?
Will stood and grabbed an apple from a barrel,
"Thanks, Jack. I'll remember that," Biting into the apple, Will left to kitchen, heading back towards his hammock.
Author's Note: The next chapter won't take so long, I swear! Swears on the precious! Erm, anyhoo, that was really a little filler chapter. Just stating what Will's life is like on the Pearl. Heh.
Chapter 4
Will woke with a start. He had always been comfortable sleeping on ships and for a brief instant he felt confusion as to why he should wake so startled, but memory soon returned.
He wasn't on his father's ship. He was on The Black Pearl, a ship run by strangers that Will had snuck onto in hopes of getting to his father. He had been caught as a stowaway, but the captain of the ship, Jack Sparrow, had been oddly kind. He had agreed to let Will travel on the ship as long as Will would act as a cabin boy, performing several boring, but somewhat useful chores.
Will had asked if they could drop him at Tortuga. He knew his father stopped there every few weeks to restock on supplies and it was there that Will would be able to meet up with him. Finding his father was Will Turner's reason, but Thomas Black's reason was simply, he had been born there and wanted to return.
Jack had agreed to this all, nodding along with an odd look on his face, as if he knew what Will really wanted. Will found Jack strange. Whenever the pirate spoke, he waved his arms about and he walked as though he were constantly drunk. Will suspected the weave in his walk may be because of so much time spent out on the ocean. It was as if Jack had constant sea legs and could never truly live on land again.
The rest of the crew....Will found them interesting. There was a mute named Cotton with a pet parrot, Gibbs, and Ana Maria, a strange woman whom Will didn't even try to understand. The rest of the crew kept a distance from Will, as if they could sense something wrong with him.
Will turned over onto his stomach, causing his hammock to swing back and forth. He had been with the Pearl for two weeks now. Jack had said that they would be arriving at Tortuga soon. The past few weeks had been spent finishing up "business". Will spent most of his time cleaning and helping prepare meals. Girls work, really.
"Oh, Thomas," Sang a voice. Will groaned softly and covered his head. He knew that voice. Jack Sparrow arrived below deck into Will's sleeping quarters and grinned,
"Good morning, Tommy. Now, sleep is a wonderful thing," Jack walked over to Will's hammock and kicked it slightly with his foot. The hammock swung back and forth rapidly and Will tumbled to the ground with a cry, his blanket landed on top of him a few seconds later. Will muttered curses to himself and shifted into sitting position. When he looked up, Jack had a broom in his hand.
"Yet a clean ship is a wonderful thing too," Will opened his mouth to tell Jack just exactly how "wonderful" he felt about Jack right now when the pirate held up his hand for silence,
"Now before you complain, remember that you snuck onto my ship. I want my quarters dust free by noon. Have fun, matey," And with that, Jack droped the broom on the floor by Will and swaggered off to drink rum, no doubt. Will cursed some more and then rose to his feet, stretching his limbs and brushing wrinkles out of his clothing. He had stop sleeping in his clothing.
Grabbing the broom, Will stumbled around for a bit, due to the rapid movement of the sea. Finally managing to get up onto the deck, Will went to Jack's quarters. The captain was down in the kitchens, which relieved Will a great deal. Will could clean alone without Jack sitting the rambling or just making generally strange comments.
So, Will swept and swept and swept. Then, he swept some more for a good measure. By noon, all the dust in the room was no longer on the floor, but on Will's hair, skin, and clothing. Coughing, Will once again stumbled around until he was on the deck again. He was really begin to despise this ship.
"Hey, boy! Think fast!" Will whirled around just in time to be splashed in the face with a bucket full of sea water. Spluttering and wiping salt water out of his eyes, Will shouted,
"What was that for?" He blinked his eyes open just in time to see Ana Maria standing before him, a bucket held in her hands,
"You were covered in dirt. Now you aren't. I'd suggest you dry yourself though. You are dripping all over the deck," Will grumbled to himself as the female pirate walked off. The entire ship was out to get him. Really.
Tossing the broom onto the deck, Will walked off to the kitchen to get some food. As he arrived there, he noted Jack sitting at a table, alone and drinking. Will attempted to grab and apple and run, but the pirate captain saw him,
"Tommy!" He exclaimed, "Come sit with me," Will winced. He had been spotted. Dragging his feet, Will walked over to the table and sat down as far away from the captain as possible.
"Finished your cleanin', have you?" Jack asked. Will nodded and rested his head on his palm.
"You seem unhappy, Tom. Are you unhappy?" Will blinked at Jack's strange question. He raised an eyebrow and responded,
"Well....not really, but who would be happy cleaning?" Jack grinned at Will's response and tapped his fingers on the table,
"Well, we'll be at Tortuga in just a few days, if that brightens yer day," Will's eyes widened,
"Really?" He asked. Jack nodded. Will grinned.
"Of course, if you ever need anything once we part ways, don't hesitate to come crawling back to me. Yer an awfully good worker. Better than some of the scum these days," Will blinked. Was Jack actually complimenting him?
Will stood and grabbed an apple from a barrel,
"Thanks, Jack. I'll remember that," Biting into the apple, Will left to kitchen, heading back towards his hammock.
Author's Note: The next chapter won't take so long, I swear! Swears on the precious! Erm, anyhoo, that was really a little filler chapter. Just stating what Will's life is like on the Pearl. Heh.