So Far: Chapter 2
A Journey Ends and Another Begins
Disclaimer: This is what would be called the "writer's block chapter", class! So please forgive the crappiness of it!
SMACK! "Wake up! Jack, wake up!" I awoke from my groggy state to a painful slap across my face. From the feel of it, it was a woman who'd slapped me, as she used the back of her hand. I know (from experience) that women mostly did that, as it hurts more. It's my opinion that there is a code of unwritten rules for slapping men somewhere, hidden away from all prying non- female eyes. My left cheek burned. More angry words from the other side of my bed. My eyelids snapped open to reveal that it WAS a woman who'd slapped me. My good friend, Ana Maria, as a matter of fact. My eyes watered as I stood up. 'Strong lass,' I muttered. "Jack! You slept hard last night, so Mr. Gibbs took over." Mr. Gibbs is my first mate. "We've arrived in Port Royal." Well! This is quite embarrassing! Sleeping too long to sail my own ship! Just the thing to let my crew know that I was trustworthy. Shoot! "Yes. Well, thank you Ana." I muttered, embarrassed, still rubbing my cheek. "I'll see you on deck. Tell the crew to drop anchor and dock the ship. I've got to go meet my godson!" "Of course, Jack." Ana Maria stood and left. Panic was beginning to set in, though. Over the course of about fifteen minutes, I have to learn to take care of a child! To tell you the truth, I've had little or no contact with babies, children, or any life form besides salty old sailors since I was about 20. What would happen now? What if I accidentally dropped the child while holding him? Or...what if...what if he were frightened of me? That would be horrible. I'd feel terrible that I'd scared a baby, for one thing, and I'd also be angry with myself for not making myself look more...child-friendly, perhaps? Children are very hard to manage, especially when they don't belong to you! I haven't MET the child and already I'm having these misgivings. What will happen when I DO see him? For now, however, I'll just worry about being allowed into the town in the first place. You see, ever since a certain incident was brought to the attention of the royal navy involving a treasure, the governor's daughter, and me, I haven't been thoroughly trusted in this town since. So now, I'll have to put my persuasion skills to good use! "Who goes there?" asked a stiff old guard, seemingly intent on making my stay in Port Royal as miserable as possible. "Hi there. Nice to meet you. My name's Captain Jack Sparrow, of the Black Pearl, I'm here to attend the Christening of Will and Elizabeth Turner's child. I'm to become the godfather." The man didn't exactly seem convinced. Because, you see, I don't exactly look like much of a godfather. For one, I'M A PIRATE! I look like a pirate, because of many years at sea without much attention being paid to my appearance, besides a beard, and a few beads in my hair, I suppose. I sound like a pirate, because of a life of drinking rum and living in and around salty seawater, with no-one to talk to besides my rough pirate crew, obviously. And I AM a pirate, because that's what I've done with my life up until now, and it is how I intend to continue living. So, if I want to get into the town, I really have to sell my story. "Maybe I should explain myself more clearly. Last year, at about this time, Elizabeth Swann-the governor's daughter- fell off the top parapet of this here...whatever you'd like to call it. I jumped in, pulled her out of the sea, and I was to be hung when I was found, as I am, in fact, a pirate." The man looked quite startled, as I was so forward with this information. "Elizabeth was then taken away by an undead pirate crew who were, at the time, sailing my ship. I was released from jail unlawfully, I commandeered a certain ship called the Interceptor - I'm sure you know the one I'm referring to - and I, in collaboration with Will Turner, rescued the lass before she was to be killed. And now they're married, and living happily with a child, whom they would like to name me godfather of." The guard seemed to be in shock after my little speech, so in answer, he stepped aside to let me pass. I smiled back at my crew, quite satisfied with myself, and a large group of pirates paraded themselves into the rocky confines of the fort of Port Royal. Although my nerves at meeting this famed child had begun to overtake me, I began to become very excited as well. I had just succeeded in bringing a pirate crew into the most anti-pirate settlement in the Spanish Main, and I was on my way to become a mentor to my to best friend's child. This is to be a very important day for old Captain Jack, I can tell already.
A Journey Ends and Another Begins
Disclaimer: This is what would be called the "writer's block chapter", class! So please forgive the crappiness of it!
SMACK! "Wake up! Jack, wake up!" I awoke from my groggy state to a painful slap across my face. From the feel of it, it was a woman who'd slapped me, as she used the back of her hand. I know (from experience) that women mostly did that, as it hurts more. It's my opinion that there is a code of unwritten rules for slapping men somewhere, hidden away from all prying non- female eyes. My left cheek burned. More angry words from the other side of my bed. My eyelids snapped open to reveal that it WAS a woman who'd slapped me. My good friend, Ana Maria, as a matter of fact. My eyes watered as I stood up. 'Strong lass,' I muttered. "Jack! You slept hard last night, so Mr. Gibbs took over." Mr. Gibbs is my first mate. "We've arrived in Port Royal." Well! This is quite embarrassing! Sleeping too long to sail my own ship! Just the thing to let my crew know that I was trustworthy. Shoot! "Yes. Well, thank you Ana." I muttered, embarrassed, still rubbing my cheek. "I'll see you on deck. Tell the crew to drop anchor and dock the ship. I've got to go meet my godson!" "Of course, Jack." Ana Maria stood and left. Panic was beginning to set in, though. Over the course of about fifteen minutes, I have to learn to take care of a child! To tell you the truth, I've had little or no contact with babies, children, or any life form besides salty old sailors since I was about 20. What would happen now? What if I accidentally dropped the child while holding him? Or...what if...what if he were frightened of me? That would be horrible. I'd feel terrible that I'd scared a baby, for one thing, and I'd also be angry with myself for not making myself look more...child-friendly, perhaps? Children are very hard to manage, especially when they don't belong to you! I haven't MET the child and already I'm having these misgivings. What will happen when I DO see him? For now, however, I'll just worry about being allowed into the town in the first place. You see, ever since a certain incident was brought to the attention of the royal navy involving a treasure, the governor's daughter, and me, I haven't been thoroughly trusted in this town since. So now, I'll have to put my persuasion skills to good use! "Who goes there?" asked a stiff old guard, seemingly intent on making my stay in Port Royal as miserable as possible. "Hi there. Nice to meet you. My name's Captain Jack Sparrow, of the Black Pearl, I'm here to attend the Christening of Will and Elizabeth Turner's child. I'm to become the godfather." The man didn't exactly seem convinced. Because, you see, I don't exactly look like much of a godfather. For one, I'M A PIRATE! I look like a pirate, because of many years at sea without much attention being paid to my appearance, besides a beard, and a few beads in my hair, I suppose. I sound like a pirate, because of a life of drinking rum and living in and around salty seawater, with no-one to talk to besides my rough pirate crew, obviously. And I AM a pirate, because that's what I've done with my life up until now, and it is how I intend to continue living. So, if I want to get into the town, I really have to sell my story. "Maybe I should explain myself more clearly. Last year, at about this time, Elizabeth Swann-the governor's daughter- fell off the top parapet of this here...whatever you'd like to call it. I jumped in, pulled her out of the sea, and I was to be hung when I was found, as I am, in fact, a pirate." The man looked quite startled, as I was so forward with this information. "Elizabeth was then taken away by an undead pirate crew who were, at the time, sailing my ship. I was released from jail unlawfully, I commandeered a certain ship called the Interceptor - I'm sure you know the one I'm referring to - and I, in collaboration with Will Turner, rescued the lass before she was to be killed. And now they're married, and living happily with a child, whom they would like to name me godfather of." The guard seemed to be in shock after my little speech, so in answer, he stepped aside to let me pass. I smiled back at my crew, quite satisfied with myself, and a large group of pirates paraded themselves into the rocky confines of the fort of Port Royal. Although my nerves at meeting this famed child had begun to overtake me, I began to become very excited as well. I had just succeeded in bringing a pirate crew into the most anti-pirate settlement in the Spanish Main, and I was on my way to become a mentor to my to best friend's child. This is to be a very important day for old Captain Jack, I can tell already.