Chapter2 Escape

Hey everyone this was originally written as a oneshot but I have had a

few requests to continue the story so here is the next chapter. Please

read and review!

One again thanks to my wonderful beta reader DarkoBender, have some cookies.

Disclaimer

I own nothing, nothing at all!

I lay in bed waiting until I was certain my aunt had gone to bed. When

enough time had passed I slipped out the bed wincing as my foot

touched the one squeaky floor board. I waited another few minutes

until I was certain my aunt wasn't going to burst into my room.

I crept down the stairs making sure I left the note for my aunt on the

small table that stood by the door.

I did it. I was now free to search for my father, only trouble was I

had no idea where he was or how to find him. I wasn't going to give

up, I had to find him. I stood in the middle of the street trying to

gather my thoughts and formulate some kind of plan.

"The harbour!" I ran down to the harbour even if my father wasn't

there I felt certain someone there would know something of his

whereabouts.

I stood in the middle of the deserted harbour, everyone I had asked

had never heard of "William Turner the merchant sailor". I had been so

sure once I got here someone could take me to my dad, after all he

spent more time at sea than he did at home.

I felt a sudden wave of exhaustion take over me. I felt drained. I sat

on the pier edge and cried, I had no idea what to do. I felt alone,

lost and young. All I wanted was my mother to hold me in her arms and

tell me everything would be okay.

I must have cried myself to sleep because the next time I opened my

eyes the sun was beginning to rise and there was an aging man with a

worried look on his face standing over me.

"How yeh feeling lad?" The man asked worriedly.

"Fine, I just fell asleep," I answered groggily.

"What were yeh doing out 'ere in the first place, a young lad like

yerself," The man asked in a friendly voice.

"I was looking for somebody," I said helplessly. I was too tired to

even bother making something up.

"What about yer parents lad?" The man asked gently.

"My mother's dead and I came here to try and find my father," I said.

I could feel tears beginning to well up in my eyes again when I

realized just how pathetic I sounded.

"Who's looking after you now?" he man asked gently. I didn't want to

lie to the man as he seemed keen to help me but I knew if I told him I

was being looked after by my aunt who would most likely be having a

nervous breakdown after discovering my note and empty bed I would be

sent back.

"Come on board with me son, I'll look after yeh," The man said,

helping me climb to my feet.

"What's your name?" I asked more out of curiosity than suspicion there

was something about him that made me place my trust in him

immediately.

"Tom Hainey, Captain of the HMS Starliner, now yeh come wit me lad tis not safe fer a young lad such as yerself ter be out here 'specially with the amount ah pirate attacks that have taken place lately. Yeh can work fer me merchant ship is always in need ah a young pair ah hands" Tom answered with a smile.

I needed eagerly I didn't fancy the idea of spending the night outside.

"What's yer father's name lad? Never know I might be able to help

yeh." Tom said stopping as we approached his ship.

"William Turner" I said quietly.

I didn't hold much hope that he would know anything of my father's

whereabouts which is why his response took me by such surprise. It

took a long time for his words to sink in.

Please review tell me your thoughts!1 I should mention I am going on holiday but I will update as soon as possible I will be back in a week please leave me lots of reviews to come back to I really need to know how you all feel about this fic!