Disclaimer: Let's see...what I own. Jack or Will: sadly, no. Another other PotC characters (including Jack the monkey): No. Any PotC plots: Nope. The random seagull mentioned in this chapter: YESSSS, PRECIOUSSSSS! HAHAHA, I do own something::coughs: Ahem. Conclusion: I own nothing important.

ESCAPE FROM REALITY CHAPTER 6: Will's Past

"So, how did you get to Port Royal?" I asked as I kneeled now, watching Will sharpen his sword.

"When I was a lad living in England, my mother raised me by herself. After she died, I came out here, looking for my father," He answered and Jack entered the conversation.

"Is tha' so?" he said

"My father, Will Turner. And in jail, it was only after you learned my name that you agreed to help. Since that's what I wanted, I didn't press the matter. I'm not a simpleton, Jack. You knew my father."

"I knew 'im. Probably one the few who knew 'im as William Turner, everyone else just called 'im Bootstrap or Bootstrap Bill." I restrained my fangirl instincts not to squeal at the mention of Will's father.

"Bootstrap?"

"He was a good man," I added to the conversation and everyone looked at me funny, including that random seagull flying over the sea. Why must everyone think that I grew three extra heads!

"Good pirate," Jack continued. "I swear, Will, you look just like him."

"It's not true," Will denied. "He was a merchant sailor; a good, respectable man who obeyed the law."

"He was a bloody pirate, a scallywag."

Will drew his sword menacingly. "My father was not a pirate!" he refused through gritted teeth.

Jack groaned. "Put it away, son. It's not worth you getting beat again."

"You didn't beat me; you ignored the rules of engagement. In a fair fight, I'd kill you."

"Since he's a pirate why would he fight fair?" I pointed out to Will.

He shrugged as Jack said, "Exactly," and swung the sail over so that it caught Will (I had ducked) and swung him over to the sea. You should have ducked, I thought as I watched Will hang on with all of his strength and Jack continued his lecture.

"Now as long as you're just hanging there, pay attention. The only rules that really matter are these: what a man can do and what a man can't do. For instance—you can accept that your father was a pirate and a good man or you can't. But pirate is in your blood, boy, so you'll have to square with that someday. And me, for example, I can let you drown but I can't bring this ship into Tortuga all by me onesies, savvy? So—"

"What about me? Don't I count as a person?" I interrupted, but they both ignored me and Will dropped back to the Interceptor's steering compartment.

"—can you sail under the command of a pirate?" Jack questioned Will as he pointed Will's sword at him. Jack flipped it over and offered the hilt to him.

Will took it and asked one question, "Tortuga?"

"Tortuga," Jack answered.

At lunch, Will threw me a piece of bread and some water. He sat down next to me and asked, "What's it like, in your world?"

"Oh, it's so-so. I walk to school at about an half-hour to an hour after sunrise—" I started to say.

"Women are scholars in your world? That is unheard of here!" Will replied, excited to be learning this futuristic fact.

"School is a right where I come from."

"Wow."

"Well, anyway, I get home in midday, about two hours before dinner. Right now, one of my friends is living with me and we're in fights on and off, but I'm also in a fight with one of my former friends and she's just being stubborn. And I have to deal with one of the adult leaders, Wendy, becoming a Mormon, which is a cult and—" Will put a hand over my mouth.

"Calm down. Eat your lunch." I bolted down my bread and went up to Jack, who was still steering.

"I'm ready for my lessons," I said brightly. Jack looked at me and smiled charmingly, called Will over to steer the boat, and led me down to the lower deck.

"Where's yer room, love?" he asked. I pointed to it and he took the one in front of it, to "protect me from the pirates" as he put it. I sighed and rolled my eyes at the comment, but inwardly agreed that I would need all the protection I could get.

I walked into the room cautiously to find that it looked about the same as mine. It was very dark. There was a bed and nightstand in the far-left corner. The wooden nightstand had a lantern sitting on top of it, unlit. The only light came from a circular window was above the bed and you could see the water swish against the glass.

I gave Jack my matches and swiveled carefully to the side as he lit them. "Yeh afraid of fire, love?" he asked.

"No," I said, slightly offended, "I'm afraid of being lit on fire." Jack shrugged and with that, we unsheathed our swords and Jack began teaching me.

Parry, step, strike, parry, I thought two hours later, my muscles repeating the moves that Jack had taught me earlier. "Well, love, yeh are a fast learner, I'll give yeh that," Jack said as he wrapped his sword in its steel encasement. "Same time tomorrow, maybe at a pub." I nodded and also stuffed my sword in its cover as I walked out of the room.

Later that night, Mr.—excuse me—Captain Jack Sparrow docked the ship at a crazy looking town. Whores and drunks littered the street. Everywhere I looked, there was sin and debauchery, so I just looked at the dirty ground. "Virgin eyes, virgin eyes, virgin eyes," I muttered to myself as Jack explained this town. Yes, I AM a strong Christian and good girl prototype, thank you.

"'Tis indeed a sad life tha' has never breathed deep the sweet proliferous bouquet that is Tortuga, savvy? What do you think?" Jack asked Will and I.

"It's horrible," I answered just as Will replied, "It'll linger."

"I'll tell yeh if every town in the world were like this one, no man would ever feel unwanted," Jack confirmed to Will's response, waving his hands around wildly. A woman with crimson hair started walking angrily over to our threesome. Jack noticed her for he screamed in delight, "Scarlett!" She put a cringe on her lips and placed a sharp slap on Jack's cheek. Yes, his face. "Not sure I deserved that." Then, Jack noticed another girl, a blonde one. "Giselle!"

Giselle fixed a very cheesy smile on her face and asked in a would-be causal tone, "Who was she?"

Jack replied with a simple, "What?" and had another sharp slap organize itself on his cheek. "I may have deserved that."

A/N: Yep, the wonderful 6th chapter, this is turning out to be a nice lil ficlet if you ask me. OK, maybe it's no more than the average Mary-Sue, but still, I like pretending. Just review, savvy?