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Chapter one: A Grave disappointment
Blue as the tranquil sea was the noon sky, the songs of the common gull threatening to drown out the peace as the accursed ship sailed into port. The Black Pearl, the ship with obsidian sails with a dark reputation only bested by her proud captain. Captain Jack Sparrow, no longer thought to be mere legend since his miraculous escape two short years past. Some would think him mad, some would think him overconfident, some would even admire his courage, courage for docking as the most feared and wanted pirate in the Caribbean at the suns highest point, at the most guarded point, for just docking there at all. None of this worried Sparrow, he was on a mission, to be honest he was on two, a fact he would neither admit to himself nor anyone else. Yes, he wanted his rum, but more than that, he wanted to check in on the lad. That bloody whelp plagues his thoughts far too often to be healthy.
Jack shook his head as he sauntered in his graceful drunken manner down the docks towards the nearest pub to stock up on the most essential provision a ship can carry, rum, 'Prolly went an' married that bloody lass of his.' He couldn't explain why but just the thought of the whelp devoted to that bonny lass for the rest of his life sickened Jack and made his blood boil. 'A lad like him shouldn't stay land locked, he's only fightin' his blood, it can only end badly.' With that Jack made up his mind, turned on his heel, and made his way towards the Swann Manor, after all he could get rum on any island, this seemed to be the only one on which he could obtain a certain sea worthy blacksmith.
Swann Manor was all pearly columns, ebony carriages, stuffy servants, and a doorman who wasn't all to keen on visitors, well that's the impression that Jack got.
"A waste of good rum money if ye ask me." He muttered under his breath earning an unimpressed glare from the doorman. "So are ye going to let me speak with the lady of the house or jus leave me standing out here till the sea dries?"
He was just about to storm past the doorman and explore the manor on his own terms when he spies a young lady, dressed in the latest of London fashions hurrying down the stairs towards him. "Jack what are you doing here, you could get caught!"
"I wouldn't be such a risky business if your doorman would be so kind as to grant me entrance, now would I?" Jack stated with a wink, leaving her and the doorman distracted enough for his eyes to roam around the room for any stray jewelry he may be able to borrow.
The lady nodded at the doorman as he stepped out of the way allowing Jack access to her fine home. "Elizabeth! It's grand an all to see you but, I have matters I need to discuss with one William Turner," he said peering around her as if expecting will to walk around the corner at any moment. "Soâ Where is the lad?"
She whispered so softly that Jack wondered if he really wasn't meant to hear "He's dead."
Sorry bout how long it took to update Writers block is a bitch. Hopefully I'll have more up soon.