At the mansion, Jack found himself with boxes and boxes piled into his arms
as Elizabeth kept mumbling things to herself, such as, "Blankets, bet they
don't have a single one on board, and much less a bottle," and "It can't be
without some stuffed animals," which had resulted into two boxes of
blankets and clothes, one of toys, and another loaded with food. Sticking
out of one of the boxes happened to be a hat like Jack's, only newer.
Catching Jack looking at it, she told him, "I figure your kid could have something like yours, only it being half decent."
"How very thoughtful," Jack said sarcastically.
"How are things coming al.whoa! Need help with that?" came Will's voice. He was holding little Jack and had just seen the load.
"Oh, no, I'm fine. I'll just be blind for the moment," Jack told Will in his certain voice. "Take this."
Soon enough, Will was loaded with boxes as well.
"Jack, what are you gonna name the kid? I mean, if it's going to be living with you, you should have that right, atleast," Will told him.
"Huh, guess I never really thought about it. If it's a boy, maybe I'll return the favor with a Will. If it's a girl, uh.I don't know. I'd feel kind of odd with another Elizabeth. No offense, of course, though."
"Oh, none taken. I like being a special one and only," Elizabeth smiled. "Hmm.a girl name. Well, if she's going to be the daughter of a pirate, it should be something powerful," Elizabeth suggested. Deciding it was getting a little warm; she went and opened the window. She was amazed at how dark it was that night. She walked back to the other two.
"Well, I'm not sure, still. I have no idea." Jack was cut off as as huge black bird flapped past his face. "What the bleedin' hell was that?" he spluttered.
"Isn't it a Raven?" Will asked.
"Yes, I believe it is," Jack said slowly, getting a good look at it. "But it can't be, I mean they're hardly native to the area."
"I must agree," Elizabeth frowned. "What is it doing here?"
Jack nodded slowly, taking a step towards the raven its wings shot out, showing its wingspan. "Impressive," he whispered. "That's one big bird."
""Raven," Will said under his breath.
"Jack, who had caught the words, replied with a sarcastic, "Yes, we know what it is. Thanks for an unnecessary repeat, what we're trying to figure out is WHAT IS IT DOING HERE?"
"No, dumbass. If it's a girl, name her Raven," Will said, exasperated.
"Oh.OOOOOOH!" Jack said, it dawning on him.
"Well, now, isn't he quite the genius," Elizabeth rolled her eyes. "I think that would be a wonderful idea and name, but does it sound right? I mean, Raven Sparrow. It has a ring to it, but to have two bird names in a row, wouldn't that be kind of.er.odd." She asked. "And I swear there's something I'm forgetting about what they mean."
"I like it, it doesn't sound too bad, and besides, do you guys always call me Jack Sparrow? No. Its just Jack, even though I do request Captain more than I should. What does that mean to you guys? That my last name isn't good enough for you?" Jack demanded.
"You are beyond pathetic, you realize that?" Elizabeth
"From time to time, yes. But sometimes it makes me feel good," Jack grinned.
"You aren't the brightest star in the sky, are you?" Will laughed.
"Okay, alright, if you really don't want me here, I'll just go," Jack threatened, walking to the door.
"Jack, you can't go out this late at night. The walkways aren't as crowded and the army would catch you in a second," Elizabeth pointed out. "You'll just have to spend the night."
"Oh gee golly," Jack forced a smile.
They all stood there for about a minute in the same positions until Will broke the silence.
"I'll take you to the guest room," he said.
Jack let out a big gust of air and massaged his cheek muscles.
"Good," Jack replied. "I was beginning to cramp."
They all backed slowly out of the room to not cause attention from the raven, then shut the door, hoping it would leave.
Will handed baby Jack to Elizabeth before he left with Jack trailing behind him. Elizabeth took baby Jack back to the nursery before heading to bead.
"Things sure are just the same with Jack," she said to herself. "Hopefully the baby teaches him responsibility."
Back in the guest room, Will and Jack put the boxes in the corner. You see, when the raven had come in, Will had piled Jack back up with the boxes and grabbed baby Jack. When they left the room, he took them back.
"What do you think?" Will asked.
"Four stars, atleast," Jack complimented. "You've really got yourself a jewel."
"Yeah, Elizabeth's wonderful, isn't she?" Will asked, smiling at the thought of his wife.
Jack turned and looked at Will with a hint of mockery. "I was talking about the house," he laughed as Will rolled his eyes.
"Goodnight," he called, shutting the door.
"Yep," Jack said, laying on the bed, hat and all.
"Will and Elizabeth woke up early in the morning to a loud voice singing, "Yo Ho! Yo HO! A pirates life for me."
"Oh gracious," Will mumbled pulling himself off the bed.
"And it's my fault, I taught him the bleedin' song," Elizabeth whined, putting her pillow on the top of her head.
"Naw, he'd just end up crowing or something if he didn't know it," Will told her, laughing. He had on all his clothes by now. "I'm going to go by him. I'm sure he wants an early start."
Will walked into the bedroom to find Jack singing with his head sticking outside.
"Ok, Jack. We heard you, you can drag your head back in here now," Will stifled a laugh.
"Man, I love that bed. I woke up a knew man, thank you, Will," Jack said gratefully, clasping his hand roughly on Will's shoulder, and he shook but stood in one place. "Well, Will, you ready to help me get going?"
"That's why I came, let's just get packed," Will said. IN other words, he shoved the boxes in their arms.
As they walked down the hall, Jack stopped at the door to the room where the raven had been the night before. "Hey, wait, Will. Let's see if the bloody pigeon is still in here. I mean, they're not native, and I was thinking last night. They mean death."
"Shh!" Will hissed. "Don't let Elizabeth hear that!"
"Oh, yes, almost forgot about the sheltered poppet," Jack grinned uneasily.
"They slipped open the door and peeked inside. The bird had left, but Jack noticed something on the shelf it had landed on.
"Well lookie here," he said, picking up something from the shelf. It was a pure black feather from the raven. "Oh, and that reminds me o' somethin'. I'm not so sure about Raven. How about Kaitlyn or Kathleen or Smee?" Jack asked.
"Well, I'm not so sure about Smee, but the rest is up to you," Will laughed.
"What's wrong with Smee?" I happen to like the name," Jack said defensively.
"I mean, well.it's good for a boy but to name a girl Smee?"
"Fine, if it's a boy, I'll name it Will Smee Sparrow."
"Will Smee Sparrow?" Will critiqued.
"Aha! I knew you had something against the name!" Jack announced triumphantly.
"I never said that. You're putting words in my mouth! And." Will tried to think up another excuse before he blurted out. "That's it! I'm not having this ridiculous argument with you. We best get you to your boat."
"I guess you're right, and SHIP!" Jack corrected, then paused before adding, "but Smee is a good name."
"Get over it," Will groaned, using his feet to open up the doors. "And I meant the little one you came on, not the Pearl." They both made their way down the staircase and reached the front door.
"Uh, where's the handle?" Will asked, hopping with one foot and the other in the air trying to find it.
After a while, Jack cried out, "Bugger this!" With that, he ran at the door with his side.
The door flew open with Jack flying after it in the air. He tripped on the stairs and clunked at the bottom.
"You are such a moron," laughed Will, shaking his head at the heaping pile of Jack on the gravel.
"If it gets the job done," Jack shrugged, picking himself and the two boxes that had gone flying up off the ground.
"Well, let's get going," Jack suggested, nodding his head towards the area he had left the boat.
"I hear ya," Will nodded.
They made their way to the hill and Jack called out," Stop!" just in time. Will would have fallen if he had taken one more step.
"Thanks for that," Will said gratefully.
"No problem there, mate," Jack answered, sliding on his feet down the hill. It was a miracle he didn't fall at all. He set down his two boxes and yelled at Will to toss his down. Will did so, but not without causing Jack to yell in rage.
"You idiot!" Jack called up. "Not both at once!"
Jack had managed to grab the first box, but the second one, the food, smacked him in the face.
"Sorry 'bout that," Will apologized, sliding down the slope easily.
"Just watch what you're doing next time," Jack suggested, clutching his nose. He shook his head a bit, then let go. "Okay, now. I better get going."
Jack and Will both loaded the boxes into the lifeboat, then they turned to each other.
"Well, goodbye, then.Jack," Will started slowly.
"I guess I'll be seeing you, then, huh, Will?" Jack asked.
Will nodded and the two men walked awkwardly towards each other and made a couple odd movements before they hugged, slapping each other hard three times on the back, then backed away immediately.
"Feel better, now?" Jack asked.
"For the most of it. Good luck out there, Captain," Will saluted Jack.
"Jack once again bowed, but with a rolling arm as he floated away. Will sat at shore, waving until Jack turned a bend and he couldn't see him anymore. He crawled up the slope and walked back home to his family.
Jack was picked up by his crew in the Pearl. They sent down ropes for the boat and they heaved it up.
"Jack," AnaMaria, called out. "A surprise arrived for ye last night whilst ye were gone."
"If it's another joke like last time with the rum bottle filled with sand, ye're going overboard!" Jack threatened.
"No, even though that was particularly enjoyable. It's just that that woman of yours dropped of ye're little bundle of joy."
"Whatever it tis, I don't want any," Jack precautioned himself.
"I mean your kid, Jack-ass," AnaMaria snarled.
"The one and only," Jack spread his arms wide open.
"Did you even hear a word that came out of my mouth?" she asked.
"Yep. I'm Jack Ass. Nice."
"No, your kid is here!"
"My kid?" he asked, puzzled.
"Okay, now ye're losing it! THE ONE YOU TOLD WILL ABOUT! And I hope to God there are no more of them out there, waiting to take over this world," AnaMaria shuddered at the thought.
"Oh.oh yeah!" Jack said. "Where is he?"
"Well, that statement also added a bit of a surprise," she warned him when there was a loud sound almost like a cannon.
The crew all looked in the air and saw a black cloud hanging above Port Royal. In fact, more so over the mansion.
"That's odd," Jack said.
"An explosion," AnaMaria observed. "Anyone wanna guess the amount o' survivors?"
They would soon find out. As Jack ordered the crew out into the open, he looked on. The village slowly came into view, and he soon saw what the explosion came from, even through the hoards of frantic people.
The mansion was engulfed in flame.
"WILL!" Jack yelled. He ran over to the lifeboats when his men held him back.
"We will know how many people are alive soon enough. That's the governor's house, and they send a shot every time a person is found alive," Gibbs said.
Sure enough, as they sat waiting, a shot rang out, soon followed by another, and another. They were most likely people who had been close.
'Maybe it's Will, Elizabeth, and Jack,' Jack's heart prayed, but his head was telling him 'no'. It was most likely maids. Jack was close to a mental breakdown; he had never cared for anyone as much as he did for those three, except for maybe his ship.
After a couple of minutes, another shot rang out, followed five min. by one more. Then the rest was silence. They sat in agonizing hours and only one more shot was fired, causing something on the boat to cry.
"Your baby, Jack," AnaMaria whispered as they watched the flag near the house go down to half-mast. Someone or maybe plural important died.
"They're gone, I know it," Jack said, miserably. "Let's set sail before they spot us.
And so they left. After leaving the child alone for a bit, AnaMaria decided to take it to Jack. Picking it up carefully, she walked to the special room where she knew he would be.
"Jack, here's your kid," she said, holding it up.
"Bring him here," he muttered.
"Um, Jack? I hope you're not to disappointed, but it's a girl," she told him slowly.
"Of course it would be," Jack turned around in his chair. He was holding the raven feather.
"I suppose you need a name, huh?" he asked, picking up his daughter. He noticed already there was a patch of pitch-black hair on her head. He looked at the feather then at her hair again. Then he remembered Will's suggestion.
"Hello, Raven," Jack said. "I'm your father, Jack Sparrow. Your name is Raven Sparrow. Your full name is Raven Willow Elizabeth Sparrow. You're named after uncle Will and Aunt Elizabeth, who you will never meet. Will should have known what was coming, as Elizabeth tried to remember. Raven is death, and it's a sign that's meant to be. You can't fight destiny."
A/N: Ok, that was my longest chapter I've EVER written. I had actually thought of cutting off the part of Jack and that and leaving it for a chapter alone, but I decided to join them, to show what they all do at some point. Hope I didn't depress anyone! R/R!
Catching Jack looking at it, she told him, "I figure your kid could have something like yours, only it being half decent."
"How very thoughtful," Jack said sarcastically.
"How are things coming al.whoa! Need help with that?" came Will's voice. He was holding little Jack and had just seen the load.
"Oh, no, I'm fine. I'll just be blind for the moment," Jack told Will in his certain voice. "Take this."
Soon enough, Will was loaded with boxes as well.
"Jack, what are you gonna name the kid? I mean, if it's going to be living with you, you should have that right, atleast," Will told him.
"Huh, guess I never really thought about it. If it's a boy, maybe I'll return the favor with a Will. If it's a girl, uh.I don't know. I'd feel kind of odd with another Elizabeth. No offense, of course, though."
"Oh, none taken. I like being a special one and only," Elizabeth smiled. "Hmm.a girl name. Well, if she's going to be the daughter of a pirate, it should be something powerful," Elizabeth suggested. Deciding it was getting a little warm; she went and opened the window. She was amazed at how dark it was that night. She walked back to the other two.
"Well, I'm not sure, still. I have no idea." Jack was cut off as as huge black bird flapped past his face. "What the bleedin' hell was that?" he spluttered.
"Isn't it a Raven?" Will asked.
"Yes, I believe it is," Jack said slowly, getting a good look at it. "But it can't be, I mean they're hardly native to the area."
"I must agree," Elizabeth frowned. "What is it doing here?"
Jack nodded slowly, taking a step towards the raven its wings shot out, showing its wingspan. "Impressive," he whispered. "That's one big bird."
""Raven," Will said under his breath.
"Jack, who had caught the words, replied with a sarcastic, "Yes, we know what it is. Thanks for an unnecessary repeat, what we're trying to figure out is WHAT IS IT DOING HERE?"
"No, dumbass. If it's a girl, name her Raven," Will said, exasperated.
"Oh.OOOOOOH!" Jack said, it dawning on him.
"Well, now, isn't he quite the genius," Elizabeth rolled her eyes. "I think that would be a wonderful idea and name, but does it sound right? I mean, Raven Sparrow. It has a ring to it, but to have two bird names in a row, wouldn't that be kind of.er.odd." She asked. "And I swear there's something I'm forgetting about what they mean."
"I like it, it doesn't sound too bad, and besides, do you guys always call me Jack Sparrow? No. Its just Jack, even though I do request Captain more than I should. What does that mean to you guys? That my last name isn't good enough for you?" Jack demanded.
"You are beyond pathetic, you realize that?" Elizabeth
"From time to time, yes. But sometimes it makes me feel good," Jack grinned.
"You aren't the brightest star in the sky, are you?" Will laughed.
"Okay, alright, if you really don't want me here, I'll just go," Jack threatened, walking to the door.
"Jack, you can't go out this late at night. The walkways aren't as crowded and the army would catch you in a second," Elizabeth pointed out. "You'll just have to spend the night."
"Oh gee golly," Jack forced a smile.
They all stood there for about a minute in the same positions until Will broke the silence.
"I'll take you to the guest room," he said.
Jack let out a big gust of air and massaged his cheek muscles.
"Good," Jack replied. "I was beginning to cramp."
They all backed slowly out of the room to not cause attention from the raven, then shut the door, hoping it would leave.
Will handed baby Jack to Elizabeth before he left with Jack trailing behind him. Elizabeth took baby Jack back to the nursery before heading to bead.
"Things sure are just the same with Jack," she said to herself. "Hopefully the baby teaches him responsibility."
Back in the guest room, Will and Jack put the boxes in the corner. You see, when the raven had come in, Will had piled Jack back up with the boxes and grabbed baby Jack. When they left the room, he took them back.
"What do you think?" Will asked.
"Four stars, atleast," Jack complimented. "You've really got yourself a jewel."
"Yeah, Elizabeth's wonderful, isn't she?" Will asked, smiling at the thought of his wife.
Jack turned and looked at Will with a hint of mockery. "I was talking about the house," he laughed as Will rolled his eyes.
"Goodnight," he called, shutting the door.
"Yep," Jack said, laying on the bed, hat and all.
"Will and Elizabeth woke up early in the morning to a loud voice singing, "Yo Ho! Yo HO! A pirates life for me."
"Oh gracious," Will mumbled pulling himself off the bed.
"And it's my fault, I taught him the bleedin' song," Elizabeth whined, putting her pillow on the top of her head.
"Naw, he'd just end up crowing or something if he didn't know it," Will told her, laughing. He had on all his clothes by now. "I'm going to go by him. I'm sure he wants an early start."
Will walked into the bedroom to find Jack singing with his head sticking outside.
"Ok, Jack. We heard you, you can drag your head back in here now," Will stifled a laugh.
"Man, I love that bed. I woke up a knew man, thank you, Will," Jack said gratefully, clasping his hand roughly on Will's shoulder, and he shook but stood in one place. "Well, Will, you ready to help me get going?"
"That's why I came, let's just get packed," Will said. IN other words, he shoved the boxes in their arms.
As they walked down the hall, Jack stopped at the door to the room where the raven had been the night before. "Hey, wait, Will. Let's see if the bloody pigeon is still in here. I mean, they're not native, and I was thinking last night. They mean death."
"Shh!" Will hissed. "Don't let Elizabeth hear that!"
"Oh, yes, almost forgot about the sheltered poppet," Jack grinned uneasily.
"They slipped open the door and peeked inside. The bird had left, but Jack noticed something on the shelf it had landed on.
"Well lookie here," he said, picking up something from the shelf. It was a pure black feather from the raven. "Oh, and that reminds me o' somethin'. I'm not so sure about Raven. How about Kaitlyn or Kathleen or Smee?" Jack asked.
"Well, I'm not so sure about Smee, but the rest is up to you," Will laughed.
"What's wrong with Smee?" I happen to like the name," Jack said defensively.
"I mean, well.it's good for a boy but to name a girl Smee?"
"Fine, if it's a boy, I'll name it Will Smee Sparrow."
"Will Smee Sparrow?" Will critiqued.
"Aha! I knew you had something against the name!" Jack announced triumphantly.
"I never said that. You're putting words in my mouth! And." Will tried to think up another excuse before he blurted out. "That's it! I'm not having this ridiculous argument with you. We best get you to your boat."
"I guess you're right, and SHIP!" Jack corrected, then paused before adding, "but Smee is a good name."
"Get over it," Will groaned, using his feet to open up the doors. "And I meant the little one you came on, not the Pearl." They both made their way down the staircase and reached the front door.
"Uh, where's the handle?" Will asked, hopping with one foot and the other in the air trying to find it.
After a while, Jack cried out, "Bugger this!" With that, he ran at the door with his side.
The door flew open with Jack flying after it in the air. He tripped on the stairs and clunked at the bottom.
"You are such a moron," laughed Will, shaking his head at the heaping pile of Jack on the gravel.
"If it gets the job done," Jack shrugged, picking himself and the two boxes that had gone flying up off the ground.
"Well, let's get going," Jack suggested, nodding his head towards the area he had left the boat.
"I hear ya," Will nodded.
They made their way to the hill and Jack called out," Stop!" just in time. Will would have fallen if he had taken one more step.
"Thanks for that," Will said gratefully.
"No problem there, mate," Jack answered, sliding on his feet down the hill. It was a miracle he didn't fall at all. He set down his two boxes and yelled at Will to toss his down. Will did so, but not without causing Jack to yell in rage.
"You idiot!" Jack called up. "Not both at once!"
Jack had managed to grab the first box, but the second one, the food, smacked him in the face.
"Sorry 'bout that," Will apologized, sliding down the slope easily.
"Just watch what you're doing next time," Jack suggested, clutching his nose. He shook his head a bit, then let go. "Okay, now. I better get going."
Jack and Will both loaded the boxes into the lifeboat, then they turned to each other.
"Well, goodbye, then.Jack," Will started slowly.
"I guess I'll be seeing you, then, huh, Will?" Jack asked.
Will nodded and the two men walked awkwardly towards each other and made a couple odd movements before they hugged, slapping each other hard three times on the back, then backed away immediately.
"Feel better, now?" Jack asked.
"For the most of it. Good luck out there, Captain," Will saluted Jack.
"Jack once again bowed, but with a rolling arm as he floated away. Will sat at shore, waving until Jack turned a bend and he couldn't see him anymore. He crawled up the slope and walked back home to his family.
Jack was picked up by his crew in the Pearl. They sent down ropes for the boat and they heaved it up.
"Jack," AnaMaria, called out. "A surprise arrived for ye last night whilst ye were gone."
"If it's another joke like last time with the rum bottle filled with sand, ye're going overboard!" Jack threatened.
"No, even though that was particularly enjoyable. It's just that that woman of yours dropped of ye're little bundle of joy."
"Whatever it tis, I don't want any," Jack precautioned himself.
"I mean your kid, Jack-ass," AnaMaria snarled.
"The one and only," Jack spread his arms wide open.
"Did you even hear a word that came out of my mouth?" she asked.
"Yep. I'm Jack Ass. Nice."
"No, your kid is here!"
"My kid?" he asked, puzzled.
"Okay, now ye're losing it! THE ONE YOU TOLD WILL ABOUT! And I hope to God there are no more of them out there, waiting to take over this world," AnaMaria shuddered at the thought.
"Oh.oh yeah!" Jack said. "Where is he?"
"Well, that statement also added a bit of a surprise," she warned him when there was a loud sound almost like a cannon.
The crew all looked in the air and saw a black cloud hanging above Port Royal. In fact, more so over the mansion.
"That's odd," Jack said.
"An explosion," AnaMaria observed. "Anyone wanna guess the amount o' survivors?"
They would soon find out. As Jack ordered the crew out into the open, he looked on. The village slowly came into view, and he soon saw what the explosion came from, even through the hoards of frantic people.
The mansion was engulfed in flame.
"WILL!" Jack yelled. He ran over to the lifeboats when his men held him back.
"We will know how many people are alive soon enough. That's the governor's house, and they send a shot every time a person is found alive," Gibbs said.
Sure enough, as they sat waiting, a shot rang out, soon followed by another, and another. They were most likely people who had been close.
'Maybe it's Will, Elizabeth, and Jack,' Jack's heart prayed, but his head was telling him 'no'. It was most likely maids. Jack was close to a mental breakdown; he had never cared for anyone as much as he did for those three, except for maybe his ship.
After a couple of minutes, another shot rang out, followed five min. by one more. Then the rest was silence. They sat in agonizing hours and only one more shot was fired, causing something on the boat to cry.
"Your baby, Jack," AnaMaria whispered as they watched the flag near the house go down to half-mast. Someone or maybe plural important died.
"They're gone, I know it," Jack said, miserably. "Let's set sail before they spot us.
And so they left. After leaving the child alone for a bit, AnaMaria decided to take it to Jack. Picking it up carefully, she walked to the special room where she knew he would be.
"Jack, here's your kid," she said, holding it up.
"Bring him here," he muttered.
"Um, Jack? I hope you're not to disappointed, but it's a girl," she told him slowly.
"Of course it would be," Jack turned around in his chair. He was holding the raven feather.
"I suppose you need a name, huh?" he asked, picking up his daughter. He noticed already there was a patch of pitch-black hair on her head. He looked at the feather then at her hair again. Then he remembered Will's suggestion.
"Hello, Raven," Jack said. "I'm your father, Jack Sparrow. Your name is Raven Sparrow. Your full name is Raven Willow Elizabeth Sparrow. You're named after uncle Will and Aunt Elizabeth, who you will never meet. Will should have known what was coming, as Elizabeth tried to remember. Raven is death, and it's a sign that's meant to be. You can't fight destiny."
A/N: Ok, that was my longest chapter I've EVER written. I had actually thought of cutting off the part of Jack and that and leaving it for a chapter alone, but I decided to join them, to show what they all do at some point. Hope I didn't depress anyone! R/R!