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etc. from it. It belongs to Disney.
A storm was brewing over Port Royal. The merchants had cleared off the streets, and the children were running home. A few raindrops splashed down to the cobblestones, and thunder rumbled ominously overhead. The clouds were nearly black and covered the entire sky. The palm trees whipped around as a strong wind tossed them around. Jen sighed. At sea, the storm would be two times worse. And it was. In the vast ocean, Jack Sparrow was clinging to the helm of the Black Pearl, yelling instructions to his crew.
"Here's your dinner, Jen." Elizabeth said cheerfully, handing Jen a plate.
"Thanks." Jen said gratefully, accepting the plate of dinner and beginning to eat while still watching out the window. Elizabeth wandered back into the kitchen where the rest of the Turner's and L.J were eating. A few minutes later, L.J entered the living room and climbed up into his mother's lap.
"Where's Father?" He asked, his eyes following the movement of a parasol tumbling down the street.
"He's out at sea, L.J."
"Why'd he go without us?"
"He wanted us to have a vacation." Suddenly, Jen stood up, grabbing L.J under the arms and carrying him up the stairs. She plunked him down on the bed in her room and let him play with the compass while she wrote something down on stationary that was in the room. She sealed the parchment in an envelope and handed it to L.J.
"L.J....L.J are you listening to me?" She asked. L.J looked up from the compass and stared into her eyes.
"Yeah, Mother, I'm listening."
"Good. I want you to give this envelope to your uncle Will in the morning, okay?" L.J returned to playing with the compass.
"I will Mother. Promise." Jen quickly rolled some of her possessions into a ball and stuffed them into a sack. Then she took the remaining things and tossed the idly around the room. L.J was now watching his mother curiously.
"Mum? Are you going somewhere?" He asked, the compass dropping forgotten onto the comforter. Jen slid onto the bed next to L.J.
"Listen baby, I'm going to go get your father and bring him back. He's being a....a..."
"A eunuch?" L.J suggested helpfully.
"Exactly. Hey! Don't go talking like your father, L.J. He's got a mouth on him. But listen kid, I'll be back as soon as I can be. All right?"
"Savvy."
"Mum? Can I come? I want to come with you."
"Sorry mate. I've got to go alone, it might be dangerous."
"I can defend myself!" L.J said defensively, his hand straying to his little sword. Jen smiled.
"I know. But think of it like a sleepover, all right?"
"Savvy." L.J mumbled.
"Now give me a hug." She ordered. L.J obliged and then slid down off the bed. The little boy headed for the door, his head down, his black locks falling into his eyes.
"Bye Mum." He muttered, stepping out into the hallway.
"L.J!" She called. The boy turned, the black hair still hanging like a shield over his eyes.
"Yeah?"
"Keep these with you." Jen said softly. In one hand, she held out the compass. L.J snatched it out of her hand, tucking it into his pocket with the letter. And in the other hand, she was holding a necklace with a dark red jewel hanging on it. It was a necklace Jack had given her when they had first met, and Jen had worn it everyday since she had married him. L.J took it gently and slipped it into his pocket.
"Come back soon." L.J said quietly, and then left. Jen sighed. This was harder than she thought it would be. When night fell, Will and Elizabeth bid goodnight to the two little boys and to Jen. At midnight, the two Sparrows were still awake. Jen had finished packing the remainder of her clothes and headed for the window. Outside, the rain was turning the dirt to mud and the thunder was so loud that it rattled the house. Jen opened the window and slipped out, dropping down into the mud below. Shaking her hair out of her eyes, she began to run towards the docks. L.J, despite the loud storm, heard the window open and slipped out of the room he and Charlie were sharing. He ran to his mother's room to find the window still open, and he could just make out her dark form running into the night. L.J fought back tears, but eventually lost. He lost track of which drops on his hands and his face were tears, and which were raindrops. But when the Turner's found him the next morning, he was awake, sitting in a heap under the open window, soggy and clutching a letter. He handed it wordlessly to Will and then left the room. Will scanned it and then rammed his fist against the wall, cursing.
When Jen reached the docks, her clothes were plastered to her, and her hair was stringy and stuck to her face. She saw a ship she vaguely recognized. They had passed it at sea once, and Jack had mentioned the captain's name. Something like Seth Reynold. That was it. Jen headed up the gangplank and found the crew scurrying around on the deck. The Captain was at the helm. It looked like they were getting ready to shove off.
"Captain Reynold!" Jen shouted over the howling wind. The captain hurried down to meet her.
"That's me. What do ye need?" He asked.
"I need passage. I'm following someone."
"And who might that be?"
"Jack Sparrow."
"Sorry lass, I've heard he's taken."
"I know. I took him. I'm his wife. I need to go after him. Will you take me or not?" The captain rubbed his hands together, thinking.
"Well, we had no pressing matters to attend to, no fixed direction. Welcome aboard the Angel's Fury." He welcomed her finally. Jen smiled wryly. A fitting name for such a passage.
"In return, I'll work as a crew member." Jen bargained.
"Aye, that be a fair trade. Now, what's ole' Jack chasin' that he left 'is wife behind?" Jen considered lying...and did it.
"I'm not sure. Better not be another woman!" She joked. The captain laughed and headed back for the helm.
"Put yer' things in the crew's quarters, and then get to helpin' the others!" He ordered.
A storm was brewing over Port Royal. The merchants had cleared off the streets, and the children were running home. A few raindrops splashed down to the cobblestones, and thunder rumbled ominously overhead. The clouds were nearly black and covered the entire sky. The palm trees whipped around as a strong wind tossed them around. Jen sighed. At sea, the storm would be two times worse. And it was. In the vast ocean, Jack Sparrow was clinging to the helm of the Black Pearl, yelling instructions to his crew.
"Here's your dinner, Jen." Elizabeth said cheerfully, handing Jen a plate.
"Thanks." Jen said gratefully, accepting the plate of dinner and beginning to eat while still watching out the window. Elizabeth wandered back into the kitchen where the rest of the Turner's and L.J were eating. A few minutes later, L.J entered the living room and climbed up into his mother's lap.
"Where's Father?" He asked, his eyes following the movement of a parasol tumbling down the street.
"He's out at sea, L.J."
"Why'd he go without us?"
"He wanted us to have a vacation." Suddenly, Jen stood up, grabbing L.J under the arms and carrying him up the stairs. She plunked him down on the bed in her room and let him play with the compass while she wrote something down on stationary that was in the room. She sealed the parchment in an envelope and handed it to L.J.
"L.J....L.J are you listening to me?" She asked. L.J looked up from the compass and stared into her eyes.
"Yeah, Mother, I'm listening."
"Good. I want you to give this envelope to your uncle Will in the morning, okay?" L.J returned to playing with the compass.
"I will Mother. Promise." Jen quickly rolled some of her possessions into a ball and stuffed them into a sack. Then she took the remaining things and tossed the idly around the room. L.J was now watching his mother curiously.
"Mum? Are you going somewhere?" He asked, the compass dropping forgotten onto the comforter. Jen slid onto the bed next to L.J.
"Listen baby, I'm going to go get your father and bring him back. He's being a....a..."
"A eunuch?" L.J suggested helpfully.
"Exactly. Hey! Don't go talking like your father, L.J. He's got a mouth on him. But listen kid, I'll be back as soon as I can be. All right?"
"Savvy."
"Mum? Can I come? I want to come with you."
"Sorry mate. I've got to go alone, it might be dangerous."
"I can defend myself!" L.J said defensively, his hand straying to his little sword. Jen smiled.
"I know. But think of it like a sleepover, all right?"
"Savvy." L.J mumbled.
"Now give me a hug." She ordered. L.J obliged and then slid down off the bed. The little boy headed for the door, his head down, his black locks falling into his eyes.
"Bye Mum." He muttered, stepping out into the hallway.
"L.J!" She called. The boy turned, the black hair still hanging like a shield over his eyes.
"Yeah?"
"Keep these with you." Jen said softly. In one hand, she held out the compass. L.J snatched it out of her hand, tucking it into his pocket with the letter. And in the other hand, she was holding a necklace with a dark red jewel hanging on it. It was a necklace Jack had given her when they had first met, and Jen had worn it everyday since she had married him. L.J took it gently and slipped it into his pocket.
"Come back soon." L.J said quietly, and then left. Jen sighed. This was harder than she thought it would be. When night fell, Will and Elizabeth bid goodnight to the two little boys and to Jen. At midnight, the two Sparrows were still awake. Jen had finished packing the remainder of her clothes and headed for the window. Outside, the rain was turning the dirt to mud and the thunder was so loud that it rattled the house. Jen opened the window and slipped out, dropping down into the mud below. Shaking her hair out of her eyes, she began to run towards the docks. L.J, despite the loud storm, heard the window open and slipped out of the room he and Charlie were sharing. He ran to his mother's room to find the window still open, and he could just make out her dark form running into the night. L.J fought back tears, but eventually lost. He lost track of which drops on his hands and his face were tears, and which were raindrops. But when the Turner's found him the next morning, he was awake, sitting in a heap under the open window, soggy and clutching a letter. He handed it wordlessly to Will and then left the room. Will scanned it and then rammed his fist against the wall, cursing.
When Jen reached the docks, her clothes were plastered to her, and her hair was stringy and stuck to her face. She saw a ship she vaguely recognized. They had passed it at sea once, and Jack had mentioned the captain's name. Something like Seth Reynold. That was it. Jen headed up the gangplank and found the crew scurrying around on the deck. The Captain was at the helm. It looked like they were getting ready to shove off.
"Captain Reynold!" Jen shouted over the howling wind. The captain hurried down to meet her.
"That's me. What do ye need?" He asked.
"I need passage. I'm following someone."
"And who might that be?"
"Jack Sparrow."
"Sorry lass, I've heard he's taken."
"I know. I took him. I'm his wife. I need to go after him. Will you take me or not?" The captain rubbed his hands together, thinking.
"Well, we had no pressing matters to attend to, no fixed direction. Welcome aboard the Angel's Fury." He welcomed her finally. Jen smiled wryly. A fitting name for such a passage.
"In return, I'll work as a crew member." Jen bargained.
"Aye, that be a fair trade. Now, what's ole' Jack chasin' that he left 'is wife behind?" Jen considered lying...and did it.
"I'm not sure. Better not be another woman!" She joked. The captain laughed and headed back for the helm.
"Put yer' things in the crew's quarters, and then get to helpin' the others!" He ordered.