Now for part eight. Wow, eight parts already.....
But anyway, I Have major writer's block, so sorry if this sucks.
I'm just making this up as I go along, trying to actually make something worthy of this group. Thus far, total failure, but I'm still trying.....
Oh, and sorry about the repeat of the last part.... I kind of was trying to see what the maximum actually was, but it's not there anymore.... curiouser and curiouser.....
Now really for the story. And forgive the suckyness of it. I've got other things on me mind right now....
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Family Reunion
Part VIII
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I sat down next to Erin, who, per usual, had a book in her hand. I reached to take it from her, and she slapped my hand away. "Erin it's breakfast. Put the book down and eat." She looked up momentarily, glaring at me over the edge of her book.
"Now why would I do that? Neither you, nor mother have ever made any inclination against my attempts at gaining knowledge before. Or does this have to do with 'Uncle Jack' being here?" When she said my brother's name, I could hear the contempt in her voice.
"Di' I 'ear my name?" Jack strolled in, wearing the clothes Jill left out for him. She had to be the one who picked his clothes. He would never have chosen to dress so.... normally. He wore a pair of my old britches, and one of my clean shirts. Both were rather baggy on him. I was, after all, nearly a foot taller than him. And where his muscles were sinewy and thin from life on the sea, mine were bulkier, more meant for the life I had on land. I almost laughed when my daughter had to take a second look at her uncle. He could practically pass for a 'landlubber', were it not for his physique. Jack must have noticed, too. "Ye migh' wan' t' close yer mouth. 'R put some food in it, Cause, otherwise, ye'll be catchin' some flies, wit' i'."
I heard Lily and Ana before I saw them. They thumped down the stairs hurriedly to get to breakfast. Well, I'm sure, Lilly also wanted to see her uncle as well. And they both wanted to hear more stories about the monsters he fought, and gold he's acquired.
"Mornin' Father! Uncle Jack." I waited for the impact of the two little girls' morning hug, but one never came. At my brother's oomph, I noticed why. He had been the one on the receiving end of their boundless energy.
"Uncle Jack?" He looked down at seven year old 'pirate'. "Will you sit next to me at breakfast? And tell me all of your wonderful tales?"
"O'course, luv." His usual smirk wasn't there. Instead, his smile was actually sincere. If I didn't know better, I would have thought my brother was going soft. "Any specific yarn, ye want me t' tell?"
"How's abou' tha' yarn ye started yesterday? I never 'eard 'ow ye go' ou' of th' brig." Ana eagerly asked.
Jack looked from one to the other. "All righ'. If'n tha's what ye want, tha's what ye get. Now, where di' I leave off?" He sat next to Erin, who had returned to her book when her sisters arrived, but now looked up curiously. Ana looked at her oldest sis angrily, and, rather than start a fight over it, Erin moved over to give the younger one room next to Jack. Besides, I doubt she wanted to admit she was wrong about him. "Now, I was in a tight spot, bein' locked up in me own brig, an' all. Bu' luckily, I know me ship better than I know meself. We've got a special connection, ye see. So I just asked her t' help me, an' she did...." He continued with his story as my wife brought in freshly made griddlecakes, eggs, ham, and freshly cut fruit.
Jeffery sat down next to Lily, leaving the seat next to me open for my wife. Who sat down when she finished setting out all the food.
Jack only paused in his story long enough to eat, talking around his food at some points (which earned a few dirty looks from my wife, as you can imagine). "Mm thif if delifiouf" He commented around a mouthful of eggs, shovelling more into his already stuffed mouth. "amd fen I jusf gwabbed the robe from dif foow....." He returned to his tale, while still chewwing his food. My wife looked like she was about to slap him.
By the time he finished his story, we were already finishing our third servings and helping my wife clean up the dishes. After having all that wonderful food in my stomach, my hangover was finally beginning to subside. Erin, Lily, and Ana followed Jill grudgingly into the kitchen to help clean the dishes, the latter two continuously looking back to my brother lounging at his seat, picking his teeth with his fingernails.
"Hey, Jill, Why don't you let Jeff and I clean up for once. you can go out into the drawing room and keep our guest occupied." The girls can go with you. Both my wife and Jeff lad looks of complete shock, while the youngest two girls were practically vibrating in place with eager energy. Erin just kept reading her book holding it with her right hand, holding the dishes in her other one.
"If you think you can handle it...." I cringed at the memory she was suggesting.
"That was years ago. I think I've become a bit better at holding soapy dishes now." Jack burst out laughing at that.
"Ye've never been very good at cleaning. Ye always end up making more of a mess than what ye were cleanin' up." Jill laughed slightly.
"That's true." She sounded very begrudging when she said it, "You do have problems cleaning. I must feed and change Earl, in any case. Do you three think you can keep your uncle entertained while your father and I are busy?" She gave the younger of the three girls scolding expressions, who smiled sweetly at her.
"Of course we can. Uncle Jack can tell us more stories. I mean spin us some more yarns...." Ana amended when Lily elbowed her in the ribs for not using proper pirate lingo. My wife eyed them suspiciously a moment more before returning her gaze to Jack.
"Do you think you can handle keeping an eye on these three for a bit while my husband and I are indisposed?
Jack gave Jill a very amused look, his smirk back in place. "How long is a bit? 'Cause 'm sure I could 'indispose' you for longer than that...." She actually slapped him. That's the second time I've ever seen her slap anyone. The first time, I was on the receiving end.... Not a pleasant memory.... "'M no' sure I deserved tha'."
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Well, that's all for now folks. That's all she wrote. (She being me, I'm not plagiaristic....). Hope that helped speed up the ship a bit. Now I'm off to catch me bus.
Btw, what d'ye think Tim does fer a living? I know that Jill is a tutor for the aristocratic kids. And perhaps from an aristocratic family herself.
Sorry again if this sucked. I've still got my writer's block. I just thought this'll speed up everyone else's writing. Did it work?
Either way, I've got to run Runs to DCoH to Work on RL dilemma