Fathers
When William, Crystal, Jack, and Charlene came into the Parlor, they noticed Lance, and Thomas sitting on the sofa across from Bootstrap.
Lance looked towards his parents. "Dad, who is this man?"
Thomas walked up to Crystal. "Sleepy." He reached up his arms to his mother.
"I'm going to put Thomas down for his nap William, and check on Zoey." Crystal kissed her husbands cheek, and went upstairs, leaving William, Jack, and the twins with them.
"Hello Grandpa, I didn't know you were here." Lance looked at Jack, and then Bootstrap. "Is this your friend grandpa?"
William shook his head. "No son, this is my father."
"The dead one?" Lance stared at Bootstrap confused.
William sighed, and sat beside his oldest son. "Yes son, only he's not as dead as I thought."
Charlene started to sit next to Bootstrap.
"Charlene, don't sit there." William opened his arms so that Charlene would be able to sit on his lap.
Charlene rolled her eyes. "Dad, I will sit here okay. I'm not a baby."
Bootstrap stared at Charlene. "You aren't afraid of sitting next to an old pirate like myself?"
"Why should I be afraid of you." Charlene stared down at Bootstraps pegged leg. "You are my relative aren't you? I mean Grandpa Jack looks a little strange compared to others, but I still don't mind being near him."
Bootstrap laughed at the commit about Jack, and then stared at Charlene's sprained arm. "What happened to you?"
Lance jumped from the sofa across from where Bootstrap, and Charlene were sitting, and sat between them staring at Bootstrap. "Patrick, who is my moms friend Maggie's older son, hurt her a couple days ago by pulling her arm. What do you think of that?"
"I don't know why on earth anyone would want to harm a single hair on your sister, Lance." Bootstrap smiled at his oldest grandson. "I am sure of one thing, she is very lucky to have a brother like you." Lance smiled at his father. "Dad did you hear what Bootstrap said about me."
William smiled. "We are all proud of you Lance."
Jack took a seat next to William, and stared at his two grandchildren next to Bootstrap. "Why don't you ask Bootstrap why he has a pegged leg."
Charlene stared at her father, and then at Jack. "Mom, and dad said it's impolite to ask personal questions."
Bootstrap laughed. "I don't care. I will tell you what happened. Their was this captain of the Black Pearl, before your grandpa won it back. He was called Captain Barbossa, well he tied my bootstraps to a canyon, and shot it off. He thought I had died in the black oblivion, but I was picked up by another ship a few hours later. Little did Barbossa know, I landed close to a long piece of wood that got blown up by the canyon, I dragged myself up upon it, and someone captured me, and threw me into a dungeon, an that was where I was for thirty-two years. I spent the last three years looking for my son when I learned he was in search of me, and when I stopped looking, I came to the Caribbean because I heard that Jack Sparrow was on this island."
"So you're our grandfather?" Charlene stared at the familiarity between her dad, and Bootstrap. "What's your name, it's not just Bootstrap is it?"
"Bill Turner is what a few people know me by in London." Bootstrap stared at his son. "I'm sorry about your mother."
. William shrugged his shoulders. "I learned to take care without her when I was eleven."
Darrin entered the parlor, and stared over at where Charlene was sitting. "Miss Turner, Patrick Kennedy is here to see you."
"I don't want to see him!" Charlene ran out of the parlor to the door. She saw Patrick standing on the front porch, she aimed her good fist, and punched Patrick in the jaw. "I still have not forgiven you." She ran all the way up to her room.
Bootstrap stood up, and stared ar Lance. "Is the kennedy boy the same Patrick you were telling me about? Is he the one her sprained your sisters arm?"
Lance nodded. "Yes."
Bootstrap walked over to the door, where Patrick was still standing with his hand on his jaw. "Patrick Kennedy is it?"
Patrick stared wide eyed at Bootstrap. "Y-Y-Yes sir."
Bootstrap grabbed Patrick by the shoulders, and dragged him into the parlor, sitting him down in between William, and Jack. Then satr back down next to Lance on the sofa. "Patrick, I think it's time for just us men to talk about how we should respect the women."
William stared at the nervous boy sitting next to him. "Patrick, I don't believe you met my father. This is Bill Turner..."
"His pirate name is Bootstrap." Jack grinned.
"Now Mr. Kennedy. What was the cause of you spraining my granddaughters arm?" Bootstrap leaned in to hear the still scared boy.
Patrick shook his head. "I-I-I won't do it again sir."
"You bet you wont." Lance mumbled under his breath.
William glared at his son. "Lance."
"What?" Lance stared confusedly at his father. "Patrick shouldn't even be in this house, you said so yourself. You said that he wasn't allowed in this house until Charlene forgives him."
"You need to answer my question. Why did you do that to Charlene?" Bootstrap stomped his pegged leg on the tiled floor.
Patrick looked down at his own feet. "I got jealous of her friendship with the gardener, and told her she couldn't be near him anymore. She told me I couldn't tell her what to do, I grabbed her by the arm, and she pulled out of my reach. That was probably what caused it to sprain, because I turned it as she pulled out of my reach." He looked upo at William. "Can I go now sir?"
Charlene came back downstairs. "Patrick, we need to talk?"
"Are you sure Charlene?" William stared at his daughter in the entranceway of the parlor.
"Yes father, we'll be in the dinning hall." Charlene lead Patrick, who was more then happy to be leaving the parlor, into the dining hall. She turned and faced Patrick. "Patrick, I am sorry for what lance did to you the other day. I know you didn't sprain my arm on purpose. But there is something I want you to understand. Something. "You are the one I love, not Brendan. I won't do anything that will make you distrust me, ever. I just don't want you to tell me who I could, and could not be friends with. If you don't trust me with my word, then I think we should break up for good."
Patrick held his hand to Charlene's cheek, and smiled. "I am sorry, I will never dis-trust you again Charlene." He leaned in, and got ready to kiss her, when he suddenly heard someone enter the dining hall.
"Charlene go up, and get Zoey. Grandpa Turner wants to meet his youngest grandchild." Jack walked up towards Charlene, and Patrick. "I thinbk you should be getting on home now ptrick, this is a family reunion, no one else allowed here.
Patrick kissed Charlene's cheek, and then left the two alone.
Charlene smiled at her grandfather. "Is grandpa Turner, as nice as my dad?"
Jack wrapped his arm around Charlene gently as not to hurt her arm. "I think he will be just as good as grandfather, as me darling."
"I highly doubt that grandpa." Charlene sat down at the table in one of the chairs, and patted the chair next to hers. "I want to talk to you."
Jack took a seat next to his granddaughter. "What is it love?"
"I just want you to know that I really enjoyed riding your ship last summer. That whole time spending with you was wonderful, I got to see a whole new world I never seen before. I don't think I could feel comfortable calling Bootstrap grandpa, so please don't let dad make me do such. I don't know him." Charlene had tears coming down her eyes.
"Don't cry love, grandpa Turner is a good man, not as good as your father, but a good man just the same. I won't make you call him grandpa though, not until you're ready." Jack took Charlene's hand, and smiled. "You know that I was here the day you were born. It was like I had received a second chance. You know I never saw your mother when she was born, and growing up, but when I saw you it was like I got to see my daughter be born. You know a part of her, and your father is born whenever they have children."
"I love you, grandpa." Charlene wrapped her good arm around Jack. She stood to her feet. "I'm going to go get Zoey now." She left the room, and went upstairs.
Jack smiled to himself. "I am a very lucky man."
When William, Crystal, Jack, and Charlene came into the Parlor, they noticed Lance, and Thomas sitting on the sofa across from Bootstrap.
Lance looked towards his parents. "Dad, who is this man?"
Thomas walked up to Crystal. "Sleepy." He reached up his arms to his mother.
"I'm going to put Thomas down for his nap William, and check on Zoey." Crystal kissed her husbands cheek, and went upstairs, leaving William, Jack, and the twins with them.
"Hello Grandpa, I didn't know you were here." Lance looked at Jack, and then Bootstrap. "Is this your friend grandpa?"
William shook his head. "No son, this is my father."
"The dead one?" Lance stared at Bootstrap confused.
William sighed, and sat beside his oldest son. "Yes son, only he's not as dead as I thought."
Charlene started to sit next to Bootstrap.
"Charlene, don't sit there." William opened his arms so that Charlene would be able to sit on his lap.
Charlene rolled her eyes. "Dad, I will sit here okay. I'm not a baby."
Bootstrap stared at Charlene. "You aren't afraid of sitting next to an old pirate like myself?"
"Why should I be afraid of you." Charlene stared down at Bootstraps pegged leg. "You are my relative aren't you? I mean Grandpa Jack looks a little strange compared to others, but I still don't mind being near him."
Bootstrap laughed at the commit about Jack, and then stared at Charlene's sprained arm. "What happened to you?"
Lance jumped from the sofa across from where Bootstrap, and Charlene were sitting, and sat between them staring at Bootstrap. "Patrick, who is my moms friend Maggie's older son, hurt her a couple days ago by pulling her arm. What do you think of that?"
"I don't know why on earth anyone would want to harm a single hair on your sister, Lance." Bootstrap smiled at his oldest grandson. "I am sure of one thing, she is very lucky to have a brother like you." Lance smiled at his father. "Dad did you hear what Bootstrap said about me."
William smiled. "We are all proud of you Lance."
Jack took a seat next to William, and stared at his two grandchildren next to Bootstrap. "Why don't you ask Bootstrap why he has a pegged leg."
Charlene stared at her father, and then at Jack. "Mom, and dad said it's impolite to ask personal questions."
Bootstrap laughed. "I don't care. I will tell you what happened. Their was this captain of the Black Pearl, before your grandpa won it back. He was called Captain Barbossa, well he tied my bootstraps to a canyon, and shot it off. He thought I had died in the black oblivion, but I was picked up by another ship a few hours later. Little did Barbossa know, I landed close to a long piece of wood that got blown up by the canyon, I dragged myself up upon it, and someone captured me, and threw me into a dungeon, an that was where I was for thirty-two years. I spent the last three years looking for my son when I learned he was in search of me, and when I stopped looking, I came to the Caribbean because I heard that Jack Sparrow was on this island."
"So you're our grandfather?" Charlene stared at the familiarity between her dad, and Bootstrap. "What's your name, it's not just Bootstrap is it?"
"Bill Turner is what a few people know me by in London." Bootstrap stared at his son. "I'm sorry about your mother."
. William shrugged his shoulders. "I learned to take care without her when I was eleven."
Darrin entered the parlor, and stared over at where Charlene was sitting. "Miss Turner, Patrick Kennedy is here to see you."
"I don't want to see him!" Charlene ran out of the parlor to the door. She saw Patrick standing on the front porch, she aimed her good fist, and punched Patrick in the jaw. "I still have not forgiven you." She ran all the way up to her room.
Bootstrap stood up, and stared ar Lance. "Is the kennedy boy the same Patrick you were telling me about? Is he the one her sprained your sisters arm?"
Lance nodded. "Yes."
Bootstrap walked over to the door, where Patrick was still standing with his hand on his jaw. "Patrick Kennedy is it?"
Patrick stared wide eyed at Bootstrap. "Y-Y-Yes sir."
Bootstrap grabbed Patrick by the shoulders, and dragged him into the parlor, sitting him down in between William, and Jack. Then satr back down next to Lance on the sofa. "Patrick, I think it's time for just us men to talk about how we should respect the women."
William stared at the nervous boy sitting next to him. "Patrick, I don't believe you met my father. This is Bill Turner..."
"His pirate name is Bootstrap." Jack grinned.
"Now Mr. Kennedy. What was the cause of you spraining my granddaughters arm?" Bootstrap leaned in to hear the still scared boy.
Patrick shook his head. "I-I-I won't do it again sir."
"You bet you wont." Lance mumbled under his breath.
William glared at his son. "Lance."
"What?" Lance stared confusedly at his father. "Patrick shouldn't even be in this house, you said so yourself. You said that he wasn't allowed in this house until Charlene forgives him."
"You need to answer my question. Why did you do that to Charlene?" Bootstrap stomped his pegged leg on the tiled floor.
Patrick looked down at his own feet. "I got jealous of her friendship with the gardener, and told her she couldn't be near him anymore. She told me I couldn't tell her what to do, I grabbed her by the arm, and she pulled out of my reach. That was probably what caused it to sprain, because I turned it as she pulled out of my reach." He looked upo at William. "Can I go now sir?"
Charlene came back downstairs. "Patrick, we need to talk?"
"Are you sure Charlene?" William stared at his daughter in the entranceway of the parlor.
"Yes father, we'll be in the dinning hall." Charlene lead Patrick, who was more then happy to be leaving the parlor, into the dining hall. She turned and faced Patrick. "Patrick, I am sorry for what lance did to you the other day. I know you didn't sprain my arm on purpose. But there is something I want you to understand. Something. "You are the one I love, not Brendan. I won't do anything that will make you distrust me, ever. I just don't want you to tell me who I could, and could not be friends with. If you don't trust me with my word, then I think we should break up for good."
Patrick held his hand to Charlene's cheek, and smiled. "I am sorry, I will never dis-trust you again Charlene." He leaned in, and got ready to kiss her, when he suddenly heard someone enter the dining hall.
"Charlene go up, and get Zoey. Grandpa Turner wants to meet his youngest grandchild." Jack walked up towards Charlene, and Patrick. "I thinbk you should be getting on home now ptrick, this is a family reunion, no one else allowed here.
Patrick kissed Charlene's cheek, and then left the two alone.
Charlene smiled at her grandfather. "Is grandpa Turner, as nice as my dad?"
Jack wrapped his arm around Charlene gently as not to hurt her arm. "I think he will be just as good as grandfather, as me darling."
"I highly doubt that grandpa." Charlene sat down at the table in one of the chairs, and patted the chair next to hers. "I want to talk to you."
Jack took a seat next to his granddaughter. "What is it love?"
"I just want you to know that I really enjoyed riding your ship last summer. That whole time spending with you was wonderful, I got to see a whole new world I never seen before. I don't think I could feel comfortable calling Bootstrap grandpa, so please don't let dad make me do such. I don't know him." Charlene had tears coming down her eyes.
"Don't cry love, grandpa Turner is a good man, not as good as your father, but a good man just the same. I won't make you call him grandpa though, not until you're ready." Jack took Charlene's hand, and smiled. "You know that I was here the day you were born. It was like I had received a second chance. You know I never saw your mother when she was born, and growing up, but when I saw you it was like I got to see my daughter be born. You know a part of her, and your father is born whenever they have children."
"I love you, grandpa." Charlene wrapped her good arm around Jack. She stood to her feet. "I'm going to go get Zoey now." She left the room, and went upstairs.
Jack smiled to himself. "I am a very lucky man."