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consoled by the fact that I do own Jonathan Turner, the storyline, and
everything else that's not featured in the film. Small consolation, eh?
Elizabeth's eyes moved away from Captain Sparrow and onto the face of her husband, who was wearing a sheepish grin.
"William, darling, what do you have to say in response?" Elizabeth raised her eyebrows.
William emitted a nervous laugh and mumbled something that was mostly incoherent. To Jonathan, it sounded something like, "Mmph.Jack..save..here."
Elizabeth crossed her arms. "Would you mind repeating that, my love? Louder, this time, and looking into my eyes rather than the buckles on your shoes."
Will cleared his throat. "Of course, darling. Jack saved my life, in doing so lost his ship, and is going to be living here with us for a few.." His voice trailed off.
Elizabeth widened her eyes. "I don't believe you finished, William."
"A few months, just until the Pearl comes back to Tortuga." He finished.
There was a pause as Elizabeth digested the information. Will tapped his foot at a rapid pace while Jonathan simply stared ahead of him. Finally, Captain Sparrow interjected.
"Ye don't have to polish me boots with yer tears of gratitude, Mrs. Turner. It was all in the line of duty." Jack said, then stood up and bowed dramatically, removing his hat. "There's nothin' a pirate likes better than puttin' his own plunder on the line for the sake of another. Especially when the one who does the saving winds up stranded in Tortuga with the whelp he saved while his own ship sails off into the sunset."
"How noble of you, indeed." Elizabeth's response was tinged with cynicism. "How dreadful it must be for a pirate to be without his beloved booty. May I inquire as to what you were doing, dear William, when you needed to be saved?"
Jack returned to his seat and laughed quietly, thinking of how amusing it would be to watch Will tell his wife what had happened.
"Well, you see, I was having a meeting with a merchant from Spain when I was chased by some bad men who thought I had money to steal and just as they cornered me, Jack happened to come around the bend and scare them away. Then Jack showed me a good place to hide, which took a great deal of time, and he missed the departure of his boat. Since he saved my life, I figured the least that I could do was offer him shelter." William finished with a weak smile.
"Start that over, only leave out all of the lies." Elizabeth's lips were pressed together sternly.
Jack yawned. "He's not a very good story-teller, love. Mayhaps the ol' Captain should give it a go, eh?" Will shot Jack a warning glance, but Jack ignored it. "Your dear William was pressin' his luck with none other than Captain Jorge el Asesino in the pub over a matter of a few crew members when el Asesino pulled a sword. Of course the whelp couldn't resist a fair fight. So he wound up with a kick in God's gift to women, and a pistol against the side of his head. Well, let's just say it's a good thing that I came along because I happen to know a few things about Asesino that he wouldn't want me to go revealing to all of Tortuga. Dear William was released, and quite happy to be alive, so I rose to the occasion and financed a little celebration. Kid never could hold his liquor, and I wasn't about to let him run into Asesino alone in his present state, so I stood guard. Meanwhile, on the Black Pearl, my crew was waitin' for my return for the departure at the end of the day. And that, love, is when I missed my boat. She'll be coming back to Tortuga 'round the beginning of August, at which time I can slip out of your lives again."
Elizabeth forced a smile as she rose from her seat. "If you would excuse us, gentlemen, William and I need to talk."
"Yes, yes, you would, wouldn't you. Come, young Master Turner, let's leave these two to enjoy some privacy." Jack winked at William, who glared back.
Jonathan followed as Captain Sparrow exited the room. Once they had closed the doors behind them, Jonathan turned to Jack.
"You're a pirate, then?" Jonathan asked, his voice quiet.
Jack, who had discovered the mirror hanging on the wall, examined the condition of his teeth before responding.
"Well I'm not the bloody King of England, now am I, mate?"
"No, I suppose you are not." He paused, pondering his next question. "How do you know my father, then?"
Jack raised an eyebrow in surprise. "Now don't tell me your father hasn't told you the story?" At Jonathan's blank stare, Jack sighed. "Cursed pirates, your mum's kidnapping, your father's blood-any of that sound familiar?"
Jonathan shook his head.
"Your father, son, is a pirate by birth- so when your mother took his medallion."
"Excuse me? My father a pirate? Don't be ridiculous. He's a blacksm-"
"Maybe so, but then how would you explain all of this finery, lad?" Jack asked, gesturing around the hallway.
Jonathan's eyes narrowed. "He owns the shop, and he takes part in some overseas trading as well. My father is a brilliant business man, and he has done very well."
Jack's lips curled into a smile. "Overseas trading, piracy, it's not a matter what he calls it, he's thieving just the same."
"My grandfather is the governor of this island. He would tolerate having a pirate as his kinsman, Captain Sparrow. Say what you'd like, but my father is a good man."
"I never said he wasn't, mate. I only said he's a pirate, not the devil."
Jonathan knew that what Captain Sparrow had just told him made sense. He was a financer by profession, he knew that his father's financial success was inconceivable for a blacksmith who occasionally trades his tools in for a sea merchant. Still, he refused to admit that Sparrow was right. His parents would not have lied to him all of his life.
"You, Captain Sparrow, are unaware of what you're speaking of. Perhaps you've forgotten how you've really met my father with all of the whiskey you've consumed since. I'm going to forgive you for your error, but I will not tolerate hearing any more of it." Jonathan's cheeks were flushed, and his brown eyes were wide.
"I didn't mean no harm, lad. You've got your father's temper, that's for sure."
"Call me Mister Turner. I am no longer a child, and I will not be addressed as such. Especially by a lying pirate like yourself."
"Have you got yourself a girl, Mister Turner?" Jack suddenly asked.
Jonathan was taken aback, and all generic responses to that question temporarily fled from his mind. There was a pause before he answered, "No."
A snake-like grin slowly stretched its way across Captain Sparrow's face. "Maybe if you relaxed a bit, you would. Savvy?"
"I do not need courting advice, Mister Sparrow. I can manage on my own terms, thank you." Even as he said it, he knew the falsity of the statement.
"It was just a suggestion." Sparrow shrugged, noting the insecurity in Jonathan's eyes. "Now, I'm going to go get me a drink. Which way to the kitchen, mate?"
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Elizabeth's eyes moved away from Captain Sparrow and onto the face of her husband, who was wearing a sheepish grin.
"William, darling, what do you have to say in response?" Elizabeth raised her eyebrows.
William emitted a nervous laugh and mumbled something that was mostly incoherent. To Jonathan, it sounded something like, "Mmph.Jack..save..here."
Elizabeth crossed her arms. "Would you mind repeating that, my love? Louder, this time, and looking into my eyes rather than the buckles on your shoes."
Will cleared his throat. "Of course, darling. Jack saved my life, in doing so lost his ship, and is going to be living here with us for a few.." His voice trailed off.
Elizabeth widened her eyes. "I don't believe you finished, William."
"A few months, just until the Pearl comes back to Tortuga." He finished.
There was a pause as Elizabeth digested the information. Will tapped his foot at a rapid pace while Jonathan simply stared ahead of him. Finally, Captain Sparrow interjected.
"Ye don't have to polish me boots with yer tears of gratitude, Mrs. Turner. It was all in the line of duty." Jack said, then stood up and bowed dramatically, removing his hat. "There's nothin' a pirate likes better than puttin' his own plunder on the line for the sake of another. Especially when the one who does the saving winds up stranded in Tortuga with the whelp he saved while his own ship sails off into the sunset."
"How noble of you, indeed." Elizabeth's response was tinged with cynicism. "How dreadful it must be for a pirate to be without his beloved booty. May I inquire as to what you were doing, dear William, when you needed to be saved?"
Jack returned to his seat and laughed quietly, thinking of how amusing it would be to watch Will tell his wife what had happened.
"Well, you see, I was having a meeting with a merchant from Spain when I was chased by some bad men who thought I had money to steal and just as they cornered me, Jack happened to come around the bend and scare them away. Then Jack showed me a good place to hide, which took a great deal of time, and he missed the departure of his boat. Since he saved my life, I figured the least that I could do was offer him shelter." William finished with a weak smile.
"Start that over, only leave out all of the lies." Elizabeth's lips were pressed together sternly.
Jack yawned. "He's not a very good story-teller, love. Mayhaps the ol' Captain should give it a go, eh?" Will shot Jack a warning glance, but Jack ignored it. "Your dear William was pressin' his luck with none other than Captain Jorge el Asesino in the pub over a matter of a few crew members when el Asesino pulled a sword. Of course the whelp couldn't resist a fair fight. So he wound up with a kick in God's gift to women, and a pistol against the side of his head. Well, let's just say it's a good thing that I came along because I happen to know a few things about Asesino that he wouldn't want me to go revealing to all of Tortuga. Dear William was released, and quite happy to be alive, so I rose to the occasion and financed a little celebration. Kid never could hold his liquor, and I wasn't about to let him run into Asesino alone in his present state, so I stood guard. Meanwhile, on the Black Pearl, my crew was waitin' for my return for the departure at the end of the day. And that, love, is when I missed my boat. She'll be coming back to Tortuga 'round the beginning of August, at which time I can slip out of your lives again."
Elizabeth forced a smile as she rose from her seat. "If you would excuse us, gentlemen, William and I need to talk."
"Yes, yes, you would, wouldn't you. Come, young Master Turner, let's leave these two to enjoy some privacy." Jack winked at William, who glared back.
Jonathan followed as Captain Sparrow exited the room. Once they had closed the doors behind them, Jonathan turned to Jack.
"You're a pirate, then?" Jonathan asked, his voice quiet.
Jack, who had discovered the mirror hanging on the wall, examined the condition of his teeth before responding.
"Well I'm not the bloody King of England, now am I, mate?"
"No, I suppose you are not." He paused, pondering his next question. "How do you know my father, then?"
Jack raised an eyebrow in surprise. "Now don't tell me your father hasn't told you the story?" At Jonathan's blank stare, Jack sighed. "Cursed pirates, your mum's kidnapping, your father's blood-any of that sound familiar?"
Jonathan shook his head.
"Your father, son, is a pirate by birth- so when your mother took his medallion."
"Excuse me? My father a pirate? Don't be ridiculous. He's a blacksm-"
"Maybe so, but then how would you explain all of this finery, lad?" Jack asked, gesturing around the hallway.
Jonathan's eyes narrowed. "He owns the shop, and he takes part in some overseas trading as well. My father is a brilliant business man, and he has done very well."
Jack's lips curled into a smile. "Overseas trading, piracy, it's not a matter what he calls it, he's thieving just the same."
"My grandfather is the governor of this island. He would tolerate having a pirate as his kinsman, Captain Sparrow. Say what you'd like, but my father is a good man."
"I never said he wasn't, mate. I only said he's a pirate, not the devil."
Jonathan knew that what Captain Sparrow had just told him made sense. He was a financer by profession, he knew that his father's financial success was inconceivable for a blacksmith who occasionally trades his tools in for a sea merchant. Still, he refused to admit that Sparrow was right. His parents would not have lied to him all of his life.
"You, Captain Sparrow, are unaware of what you're speaking of. Perhaps you've forgotten how you've really met my father with all of the whiskey you've consumed since. I'm going to forgive you for your error, but I will not tolerate hearing any more of it." Jonathan's cheeks were flushed, and his brown eyes were wide.
"I didn't mean no harm, lad. You've got your father's temper, that's for sure."
"Call me Mister Turner. I am no longer a child, and I will not be addressed as such. Especially by a lying pirate like yourself."
"Have you got yourself a girl, Mister Turner?" Jack suddenly asked.
Jonathan was taken aback, and all generic responses to that question temporarily fled from his mind. There was a pause before he answered, "No."
A snake-like grin slowly stretched its way across Captain Sparrow's face. "Maybe if you relaxed a bit, you would. Savvy?"
"I do not need courting advice, Mister Sparrow. I can manage on my own terms, thank you." Even as he said it, he knew the falsity of the statement.
"It was just a suggestion." Sparrow shrugged, noting the insecurity in Jonathan's eyes. "Now, I'm going to go get me a drink. Which way to the kitchen, mate?"
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