James headed toward home, his legs being the only things that kept him standing. His dark hair covered his eyes as he looked at the ground, thinking of the day's events. A boat chase, an on-foot chase, and Will actually being… quiet.
After they had left from the abandoned house, they had split-up to go to each of their homes for sleep, fatigue in all of the three friends. James now entered the doorway to his house, turning the knob gently as to now wake anyone that slept inside of it already. Darkness was all that James could see as he walked inside, his steps soft against the wooden flooring. A small light up the stairs could be seen, and he headed his way up, careful to not trip over a hidden step.
Soon, James entered his room. Clothes were piled in the far corner of the room, and the scent of wood filled the air. Pictures of boats and the ocean were tacked up on every inch of the white wall, hiding any evidence that there was any paint there at all. His bed sat there, bouncing slightly as James jumped into it and put his slim hands behind his head, eyes closing slowly. Soon, he drifted off to sleep.
i James found himself at the wheel of an large boat- but not like a speed boat, heavens no- A real boat, you can say, made of the sturdiest wood and guided by black sails. A flag was held high by the wind, the sign on a pirate etched in its stitching. Men walked the deck of the boat, some tugging on rope and others doing other needs. Without warning, James's mouth opened and he barked a command, which the crew immediately did. It was as if someone was controlling his body.
Yet was he actually saying something, or witnessing something through another's eyes? He could not move, could not say anything, only witness something as someone in his body was doing. Was it even his body, even?
A woman with tan skin came up to him; she wore a dirty hat on top of her head, and sea-worthy clothes. Her hair was a dark black, and James's head turned to look at her.
"Jack, Cotton fixed the leak that you were complaining about." She said to him, a bit of irritation in her voice. James smirked and nodded to her.
"Tell him that the Captain sends his regards." His voice became dignified in a sarcastic way, and the woman smirked and left him alone at the wheel. /i
James awoke with a start. His body ached tremendously, and he struggled to sit himself into a sitting position. Rubbing his temple, his thoughts wandered to the odd dream he had just had, and he shook his head.
As he readied himself to get out of bed, a strange feeling overcame James. Soon, someone was speaking to him… in his head. i Like your dream? /i The man said. James immediately recognized who it was- the man he "been" in his dream.
i Who are you? /i He thought back to him, waiting for an answer. He heard the man laugh slightly.
i The Infamous Captain Jack Sparrow, haven't you heard of me? /i He replied with a hint of pride in his voice; James thought the man a bit awkward- He had never heard of such a person named Jack Sparrow.
i No, sorry, I haven't. /i James said to him. He could feel Sparrow's slight disappointment, yet it left as the captain spoke once again.
i Did your mate Will tell you what he heard yesterday? /i A bit confused, James thought of what he had just heard the man named Jack say. Will had said nothing out of the ordinary yesterday, only when he had gotten really still and quiet.
i No… He didn't. Why do you ask? And, er… Why, exactly, are you speaking in my head? /i There was a small silence afterwards, and James waited for the captain to say anything. Soon, the captain cursed and replied to James. i Well my own mate, Will, was supposed to talk to him. Never can trust him… /i His voice trailed off, and before James had time to say anything, the captain began to speak again.
i Go to your mate Will. /i James, bewildered, said nothing. i Do you want me to do it for you? /i The captain seemed irritated, and James quickly complied.
Flinging himself out of bed, he quickly put his clothes on and skipped brushing his teeth. Running downstairs, he opened the door and slammed it shut, not caring if he woken anyone up. Right now, he just needed to get to Will, and say… whatever Captain Sparrow wanted him to say, he guessed.
James found Will at the docks, actually without Eliza. "Fancy that…" He murmured quietly to himself, tapping on his Will's shoulder to get his attention. As Will turned, James thought quickly to the captain who had spoken in his head. i Ok, what now? /i
The captain groaned. i What do you think? Say something like "Can I speak to you?" Or something like that… /i His voice sounded even more irritated, but James ignored his tone.
"Er, Will, can I speak to you?" James said awkwardly. Usually, James would say it in a different manner, but was relieved as his friend nodded his head.
"Well, er… Did you hear anything last night?" Will's face turned a chalky white, like he had seen a ghost. James waited, not hearing anything from the captain that had spoken to him.
"Yes, I did. But how would you know?" Will asked. James could hear the suspicion in his voice. Grinding his teeth, James replied to Will, the next remark sounding more awkward than the last.
"Er… Someone named Captain Jack Sparrow told me…" Will's eyes shot right up, and they looked alarmed. James was the most confused he had been in his life. In fact, this day was the weirdest day he had ever experienced!
"Jack Sparrow?" Will repeated. James nodded his head in return. "I had dreams about him." The statement made chills go up James's body, and he heard the captain mumble something inside his head.
"I've had a weird dream last night, too. It was like… a memory, though." James said, licking his bottom chap lip. Will rubbed his face as he listened to James speak, obviously baffled.
"I heard Will Turner talk to me last night, and he told me that he was me… I don't understand it, though. How can another person be you?" Will said. James glanced around, thinking.
"What about Eliza?" James said suddenly, and both of them looked at each other before they took off at a sprint towards her house.