Jack sat on his bed. He was rattled. He knew all about Adam's dreams. He
also knew better than to second-guess them but this one was different.
Adam had always been able to tell him what was or was going to happen.
Never did he ever have the ability to do what seemed to have happened
tonight. It seemed so damned real and Adam knew. He knew.
"The wanker set me up." Jack scowled and lay back on his bed. He didn't remember Adam ever having a friend before. He fell asleep.
Jack opened one eye to find out what was crawling on him. What he saw with one eye he thought would be better seen with two.
Two giant brown eyes and curly black hair was pressed against his face. Giggles filled the air. He kissed and hugged his little Jackie promising her undying love and ownership of his heart forever. She made him pinkie promise her as that was as binding as promises come to a five year old. She celebrated the accord by jumping up and down on the bed like a trampoline. Leaping over him while he tried to catch her and bring her down into the tickle abyss.
Sidi walked in looking for her daughter. The governess soon followed.
"Jacqueline! You get upstairs and take your breakfast right now!" Jaqueline had other plans and hid behind her father.
Jack and Sidi argued over the importance of routine and the proper way to discipline a child. Jack cursed at her. She slapped him while yelling at the governess to please take her daughter upstairs so she would not be exposed to the vile curses of her father.
The governess gathered up the protesting child. Jackie, oblivious to their arguing ran to her mother gushing that daddy made a pinkie promise! She owns his heart forever!" She skipped out singing about it as only five- year-old girls can do.
Sidi glanced at her husband. "Well we know how solid that promise is don't we?"
Jack grabbed her arm and made her yelp. "Don't start with me Sidi. Its too early for wife beating."
He looked at the lace nightgown that she was wearing. He pushed her against the wall and grinded his pelvis against hers. How was it the older she got the more gorgeous she got? His tongue traced the curve of her neck and continued down her shoulder. He stopped and held her head between his hands amazed at how soft and thick her hair was. He bent down to smell the familiar sweet spicy fragrance. When he faced her, his lips were close to hers. His eyes told her he would show no mercy.
"Oo you doin' last night? You look like a whore."
"Your brothers, shall I say hello for you?"
He ignored her and tugged at the bodice. "Women ain't alone wearing this missy. If she din look jus like me, me money would be on Jackie weren't mine. "Oo you spreadin' yer legs for?"
Sidi looked him in the eye. She hated him for his vile treatment of her. She struggled not to cry when he called her ugly names and said vile things to her. She hated him for being the most wonderful man in the world to everyone but her. "She's not. Jackie is not yours."
"You wish." He gave her a sarcastic smile, called her a filthy name and went down to breakfast.
Sidi couldn't stop laughing. Well, she thought. I've told him the truth. It's off my chest. No worries! She sang as her daughter did as she walked to her room to dress for breakfast.
Adam had gone to the office before Jack had come downstairs. He hurried through breakfast and made his way to the office. He wondered what Adam actually did at "The Office" considering he couldn't rely on his hands to hold a pen properly. Still he went into "The Office" everyday. He used to manage the books and schedules. Adam took after their father in regards to money. The man could make money by simply walking down the street it seemed. Jack wished that he had inherited that trait.
Adam looked up when he came in. "What do you want?"
Jack sat on the desk. "I'm leaving."
"What?! You can't leave?!"
"I can't take it anymore. It's just to weird an I ain't staying ta watch ya do a breakdown. I'm sorry 'ee's dead Adam. 'Ee was one of my best friends but obsessing and pretending 'ee's alive, it ain't gonna bring 'im back! You're puttin' yerself through 'ell." Yer gonna make yerself sick mate. Jack stopped and waited.
"But you were there! You saw him! We can save him! You can't just leave him Jack! You can't be that selfish! Think of someone else for once why don't you!?"
Jack was yelling now. "NO. I was dreamin'. You knew I would dream 'bout 'im. You made me dream 'bout it that's why you was wearin' me clothes. There was something in the bottles I drank. I remember the room spinning after drinking only two. You set me up. You drugged me Adam! No wonder I dreamed of Bill. I'm sorry yer a cripple. I'm sorry you can't do a lot but Adam ye can't be living yer life through me! " His hand slammed down on Adam's desk.
Adam stood up slowly. His arms and hands on the desk supporting his weight. He was eye to eye with his brother. His voice was filled with loathing and contempt. He didn't raise his voice. "I will never have a wife, never have a family. Why shouldn't I live my life through you? You destroyed my life. You took everything away from me. I have nothing thanks to you. You owe me Jack. Your debt can never be repayed! Don't wave your precious life in my face while I sit here with no life at all!"
He didn't know whether to get angry or to breakdown. Jack remembered the night he had Adam locked in the brig. He felt the same way now as when Bill first asked where Adam was and then found him on the floor. Adam was right. It was his fault and he also knew saying "I'm sorry" didn't change anything but it was all could do. Had Adam always felt this way about him? Could he ever forgive him? No matter where he was he had always known Adam was there for him. Adam supported him through thick and thin. He was a buffer between he and Sidi; he never judged him for his choice of profession and was the only person (before Jackie) that was ever truly glad to see him. Even the five missing years after Adam's stroke were wiped away instantly once they sat down and hashed it out. The five missing years were only missing because he couldn't go back and see Adam's pain. He didn't want to see him hurting. He didn't want to admit it happened. Jack finally admitted to himself that he did indeed run away from it.
He looked up at his best friend, his brother. "Adam, what do you want me to do? It's you an' me mate. You tell me and I fix it."
Adam didn't answer. His face was frozen in fear staring straight ahead. No, it wasn't fear.
"He wants you to find my father Jack."
Jack spun around and came face to face with Will Turner and Elizabeth Swann.
"The wanker set me up." Jack scowled and lay back on his bed. He didn't remember Adam ever having a friend before. He fell asleep.
Jack opened one eye to find out what was crawling on him. What he saw with one eye he thought would be better seen with two.
Two giant brown eyes and curly black hair was pressed against his face. Giggles filled the air. He kissed and hugged his little Jackie promising her undying love and ownership of his heart forever. She made him pinkie promise her as that was as binding as promises come to a five year old. She celebrated the accord by jumping up and down on the bed like a trampoline. Leaping over him while he tried to catch her and bring her down into the tickle abyss.
Sidi walked in looking for her daughter. The governess soon followed.
"Jacqueline! You get upstairs and take your breakfast right now!" Jaqueline had other plans and hid behind her father.
Jack and Sidi argued over the importance of routine and the proper way to discipline a child. Jack cursed at her. She slapped him while yelling at the governess to please take her daughter upstairs so she would not be exposed to the vile curses of her father.
The governess gathered up the protesting child. Jackie, oblivious to their arguing ran to her mother gushing that daddy made a pinkie promise! She owns his heart forever!" She skipped out singing about it as only five- year-old girls can do.
Sidi glanced at her husband. "Well we know how solid that promise is don't we?"
Jack grabbed her arm and made her yelp. "Don't start with me Sidi. Its too early for wife beating."
He looked at the lace nightgown that she was wearing. He pushed her against the wall and grinded his pelvis against hers. How was it the older she got the more gorgeous she got? His tongue traced the curve of her neck and continued down her shoulder. He stopped and held her head between his hands amazed at how soft and thick her hair was. He bent down to smell the familiar sweet spicy fragrance. When he faced her, his lips were close to hers. His eyes told her he would show no mercy.
"Oo you doin' last night? You look like a whore."
"Your brothers, shall I say hello for you?"
He ignored her and tugged at the bodice. "Women ain't alone wearing this missy. If she din look jus like me, me money would be on Jackie weren't mine. "Oo you spreadin' yer legs for?"
Sidi looked him in the eye. She hated him for his vile treatment of her. She struggled not to cry when he called her ugly names and said vile things to her. She hated him for being the most wonderful man in the world to everyone but her. "She's not. Jackie is not yours."
"You wish." He gave her a sarcastic smile, called her a filthy name and went down to breakfast.
Sidi couldn't stop laughing. Well, she thought. I've told him the truth. It's off my chest. No worries! She sang as her daughter did as she walked to her room to dress for breakfast.
Adam had gone to the office before Jack had come downstairs. He hurried through breakfast and made his way to the office. He wondered what Adam actually did at "The Office" considering he couldn't rely on his hands to hold a pen properly. Still he went into "The Office" everyday. He used to manage the books and schedules. Adam took after their father in regards to money. The man could make money by simply walking down the street it seemed. Jack wished that he had inherited that trait.
Adam looked up when he came in. "What do you want?"
Jack sat on the desk. "I'm leaving."
"What?! You can't leave?!"
"I can't take it anymore. It's just to weird an I ain't staying ta watch ya do a breakdown. I'm sorry 'ee's dead Adam. 'Ee was one of my best friends but obsessing and pretending 'ee's alive, it ain't gonna bring 'im back! You're puttin' yerself through 'ell." Yer gonna make yerself sick mate. Jack stopped and waited.
"But you were there! You saw him! We can save him! You can't just leave him Jack! You can't be that selfish! Think of someone else for once why don't you!?"
Jack was yelling now. "NO. I was dreamin'. You knew I would dream 'bout 'im. You made me dream 'bout it that's why you was wearin' me clothes. There was something in the bottles I drank. I remember the room spinning after drinking only two. You set me up. You drugged me Adam! No wonder I dreamed of Bill. I'm sorry yer a cripple. I'm sorry you can't do a lot but Adam ye can't be living yer life through me! " His hand slammed down on Adam's desk.
Adam stood up slowly. His arms and hands on the desk supporting his weight. He was eye to eye with his brother. His voice was filled with loathing and contempt. He didn't raise his voice. "I will never have a wife, never have a family. Why shouldn't I live my life through you? You destroyed my life. You took everything away from me. I have nothing thanks to you. You owe me Jack. Your debt can never be repayed! Don't wave your precious life in my face while I sit here with no life at all!"
He didn't know whether to get angry or to breakdown. Jack remembered the night he had Adam locked in the brig. He felt the same way now as when Bill first asked where Adam was and then found him on the floor. Adam was right. It was his fault and he also knew saying "I'm sorry" didn't change anything but it was all could do. Had Adam always felt this way about him? Could he ever forgive him? No matter where he was he had always known Adam was there for him. Adam supported him through thick and thin. He was a buffer between he and Sidi; he never judged him for his choice of profession and was the only person (before Jackie) that was ever truly glad to see him. Even the five missing years after Adam's stroke were wiped away instantly once they sat down and hashed it out. The five missing years were only missing because he couldn't go back and see Adam's pain. He didn't want to see him hurting. He didn't want to admit it happened. Jack finally admitted to himself that he did indeed run away from it.
He looked up at his best friend, his brother. "Adam, what do you want me to do? It's you an' me mate. You tell me and I fix it."
Adam didn't answer. His face was frozen in fear staring straight ahead. No, it wasn't fear.
"He wants you to find my father Jack."
Jack spun around and came face to face with Will Turner and Elizabeth Swann.
