Chapter 3: Fateful Meeting
The boy finally finished talking with them, he watched as they went back into the black smiths shop. But not before Will placed a hand on his shoulder and said a word of encouragement to him.
Jack started to walk away neither Will nor Elizabeth was willing to help. This was because they all knew that they never had a bond of trust that strong. "So I guess I'm stuck being a kid, and my crew forced to die because, I don't and never will trust anyone. I wish I had some rum." Jack thought with a sigh.
I ran to catch up with the boy. "Hey wait up" I called. The boy turned around to look at me. He looked at me darkly and started to turn around. "Before you walk away like everyone else around here, could you at least tell me the date? That's all I want to know." I entreated him.
He looked at me again this time his eyes softer than before. "Its 1749" the boy replied,
"Thank you" I sighed with relief, "Now I just need to find a way home." I whispered to myself.
"What do you mean?" The boy asked clearly hearing me.
"I mean that I need to find a way back to my time period." I explained trying desperately not to sound crazy. The boy started to walk away again. "I know you think I'm crazy!" I called after him. "And I can't really explain it myself. I mean one minute I'm drowning in the ocean the next minute I'm on the beach of Port Royal." I mumbled felling exasperated.
Jack turned to look at the girl standing before him. The girl's story reminded him of something but what… Suddenly it dawned on Jack; it had something to do with the cruse. "What was it again hmm oh yeah it was something like 'help will come from another time' or something like that" Jack thought to himself.
"What's your name?" Jack asked the girl.
"If I tell you my name will you tell me yours?" the girl asked. Jack hesitated, he knew that he was supposed to trust someone to end the curse, but because he was a pirate he couldn't just leave his life in the hands of another person, especially if that person was just a kid.
"I don't want to tell ye my name just yet, but you can call me Smithy, I hope that's enough for ye, can you tell me your name now?" Jack inquired.
"All right then, my name's Katy" the girl answered.
"So what do we do now Smithy?" I asked feeling a bit out of place.
"Well sense ye told your story. Why don't we go over to the beach and I'll tell ye mine." Smithy suggested.
"Why to the beach?" I asked.
"People won't stare at us like we're crazy, and because the beach is the best place to talk, come on."
"That makes sense," I thought to myself as I followed Smithy.