Isabelle snuck up n her sleeping son. She smiled looking at the resemblance at him and Jack. His eyes were the same hazel color, and his hair dark, and his skin a tan from sitting in the sun. But he had inherited her liking for books, and her quick witted remarks.
"Ahh, Samuel… If only you knew," Isabelle murmured. Sam was rebellious, like both of his parents. Despite being a cripple, he would walk. Any doctor that said he'd die would immediately be silenced. He defied all odds. He was Isabelle's hero.
"Know what mom?" Samuel asked suddenly. He propped himself up on his elbows.
"Nothing, nothing," Isabelle said. She picked up a comb and stoked it through his hair. He started to protest, and she stopped. He looked at her with large, curious eyes.
"What happened downstairs?" he asked. Isabelle smiled.
"Do you want to walk, or do you want me to carry you?" she asked simply. Samuel thought a moment.
"I'll walk," he said, throwing off his bed covers. Isabelle handed him his cane that Gaston had made for him. He took it and walked toward the door with one leg stiff. Isabelle followed him, prepared to catch him at anytime. He walked downstairs with ease, but nearly fell over with surprise at the man laying in the cot.
"Mom…That isn't Jack Sparrow is it?" Samuel asked hesitantly. Will looked up.
"Captain Jack Sparrow. He'd correct you but…." Will looked at the sleeping Jack. Samuel limped over to the captain.
"He looks like me. Mom, didn't you say my father was a pirate?"
"Samuel…Jack is your father," Isabelle said. Samuel sank down onto the floor to stare at the pirate. He looked at him. Jack stirred in his sleep, dreaming about something.