Disclaimer: No i do not own any POTC characters..thanks for bringing up such a painful reminder...only character that is mine is Sam...sigh
Eight Years Ago…
A month after sailing with Samantha for the first time, Jack had originally thought it would be more fit for a young lady such as herself to live with more proper people…aka Drop her off to live with the Turners so he could roam freely once again. But the fact that she was his blood changed that thought gradually. He saw so much of him in her, even though this was the first time Samantha had ever laid eyes on Jack. He knew this was his child, his blood, he never had someone to call his own before, and he wasn't going to let this chance go. He desperately wanted to teach her all he knew and more, but at the same time he didn't want to ruin her life by sealing her fate with piracy. Not saying that a being a pirate isn't one of the most marvelous things to be, but he liked to risk his own life, not others. But there was one problem with that, Samantha wanted to know everything there was to know about being a pirate so Jack had no choice but to raise her as one. Two years of sailing Jack wanted a home on land for Samantha so if destiny was kind she could live a normal life in a proper house. He sought a home on Port Royal and found one close to the Turners home, just in case he wanted to give Sam a more appropriate education by letting the Turners home school her. He wanted the best for her, and he hated to admit that Piracy was that thing. Jack never thought being a pirate was a shameful or bad thing but it unsettled him to think of his only daughter becoming one. So once every three months they would come to Port Royal, she'd visit the Turners, learn what she could from them, and two weeks later she would be off to sea again with her father.
Present…
Gibbs whispered something rather important in Sparrows ear, which widened his painted eyes. "OY! DROP ANCHOR! NOW! STOP! STOPSTOPSTOPSTOP!" he screamed, waving his arms wildly. Sam shot him a confused look. "Now? Why?" "You question your Captain?" "No, I question my father." she snapped back. He ignored her comment and growled low in his throat. "Why are we still moving? I said drop the bloody anchor! Now that's an order!" Sam sighed heavily but quickly obeyed and the massive ship halted to a sharp and sudden stop, flinging everyone at least a foot forward. Jack peeked from behind the railing in front of the wheel, with his usual wide eyed facial expression. Sam frowned and marched up to him. "What the bloody hell is wrong? We're over 900 ft away from the docks!" she yelled pointing in the direction of the familiar docks that laid around the corner of the Cliffside they hid behind. She suddenly noticed Jack was acting stranger than usual, and suspected it was because of the treasure, because he jumped at the sound of her screaming.
He cleared his throat and stood. "Well, dearie, I may have forgotten to mention the price for my head if I ever stepped foot on Port Royal soil again." he paused for affect. "Ever." he finished with his charming Jack smile, which Sam was completely immune to after ten years of looking at it. She remained frowning. "Who set that up? And when was this bounty made? We've only been gone for two weeks! What could you have possibly done in a two weeks to set them off?" His smile faded to an awkward grimace as he thought up a lie. "By our loving Commodore Norrington, and a previous encounter not too long ago, I may have gotten on his uh, bad side. And he really hasn't let it go." She raised an eyebrow. "You're telling me James has been keeping a grudge for 18 years and is now acting upon it?" Forgetting she and Norrington were surprisingly good friends he sighed heavily. The third time Jack brought Sam to Port Royal she stayed over night with the Turners. The next morning the Commodore visited and met Samantha, not realizing she was a pirate he quickly became fond of her, and even after learning she was Jack Sparrows daughter they became close friends. Over the years of Sam visiting Port Royal their friendship grew until the Commodore became like a third father to her, William Turner being the second. But Norrington, being a respectable man of the Queens Royal Navy, kept their friendship a secret to the rest of his co-workers because if they found out, both Sam and Jack would be hung and James would be back on the streets. "Right. Ok so it wasn't exactly Norrington…and it also may have absolutely nothing to do with the whole Davy Jones thingy." she huffed. "Then what?" Seeing he wasn't going to get away with a lie, and since he usual never kept secrets from Sam he told her the truth, well part of it. "Well you know very well that there is a new Governor, since Mr. Swann has retired." "Aye." "I may have recently, and of course unintentionally, might have…" he took in a deep breath and quickly said "SunkenThreeOfHisMajorTradingShipsFullOfNothingAndCoincidentlyOfRumAndFood." He added another golden tooth smile.
The one, and only, flaw Sam saw in her father was the lengths he would go to for a drop of rum. Don't get me wrong she loved the stuff, but she couldn't stand how many times he has risked his life all for a bottle. She took a deep breath and let it out through her nose. "Rum?" He paused to think over his answer. "Aye, rum. Oh and food. It didn't sit too well with the new guy. I'm sure this'll all blow over in a month… or two." he finished with a wave of his hand as if shooing a fly. "YOU GOT US BANNED FROM PORT BLOODY ROYAL FOR RUM?" she screamed, fists clenched tightly, he raised his eyebrows. "Correction, I'm banned from Port…bloody Royal. Savvy?" She growled. "Fine! I don't ruddy care! Just stay here on your stupid ship and drink yourself to death from bloody freaking rum!" Sam stormed off to the row boat and forced Gibbs to help her in the water. Jack frowned and ran to the railing to see Sam rowing away. "OY! SAM!" She stopped and glared up at him. "We need some rope, more paper, two more maps, oh and William has a package for me!" He smiled his smile. "Savvy?" She yelled inaudible curses at him and started to row again. Jack smiled and leaned his back on the railing. Gibbs looked at Jack. "Package from Will?" Norrington may not have held a grudge but Will certainly has from a certain kiss 18 years ago. Jack had left the Turners for ten years after being rescued by them and came back with Sam whom they've grown very close to over the last 8 years. But Will never looked at Jack the same way. "Aye, Will." "But Captain. Don't yer need Will, along with the package?" Jack frowned and groaned. "Bugger."
On Land…
The rain came pouring down on a tired William Turner, clutching a bumpy cloth package under his arm in attempt to keep it out of the rain. Out of all the people to send it too why the hell did that bastard send it to me? Will thought to himself as he trudged down the empty street. Jack had wrote him some weeks ago that a package would come for him but under Williams name, Will tore up the letter and cursed Jack for even thinking he would do a favor for him. But another letter followed, and this from Samantha pleading Will to accept the package for her, and I quote, "Drunken Ass of a father". And so here he was, walking home, late, with this stupid package, doing it only because Sam had asked. Even though she was Jacks daughter, and a pirate, he and the rest of the Turners loved her very much and he looked at her as if she were his own child. He finally made his way up the marble steps of his home, looking up he found Will leaning against the front door grinning from ear to ear. The older Will frowned and walked up to his sandy haired son. "What is that look for?" Ice blue eyes looked up at him. "You're in trouble." he sang gleefully.
William sighed heavily and walked inside and found it quiet and empty. He looked around, waiting for someone to pop out and scream at him, but no one did. The young Will passed his father and went up to his room snickering. "Elizabeth?" the remaining Will called, strolling up to the bottom of the staircase leading to their room. She walked out, book in hand. "Glad you can join us Mr. Turner. It is six o'clock, you're an hour late! I had to ask your father to pick up Ian." she frowned down at him. He smiled weakly "It's good to see you too darling. If you let me explain.." "I don't care why you are late! Don't even bother me with excuses, we've been planning this dinner for weeks and you didn't show up! That's that!" He sighed. "Rough day?" She growled. "No, besides Ian getting arrested, your father telling our daughter stories about pirates, her now wanting to be a pirate, and you showing up late…again, my day was just splendid! And now you can go eat dinner with your son, alone!" She turned to go back into the room.
"Wait!" he frowned, that was indeed a mouthful and he didn't know which detail to ask about. She stopped and turned back to face him. He tried to think faster and ended up with this. "Ian got arrested? What did he do this time? He's never been arrested before." "All those other times I persuaded the Commodore to let Ian go. But this time her crosses the line. You can ask him yourself when he gets home." He opened his mouth to argue but the look on her face stopped him. "Well, I guess I will see you later. I'm late for dinner." He walked away from the steps and back to the door. He peeled off his wet coat and hung it on the wooden coat rack, took off his boots, and placed the package on the wooden love seat that sat under the coat rack. Elizabeth rolled her eyes and stormed back into her room.
A loud banging on the door stopped Will from going into the dinning room. He waited to see if anyone else was going to answer, but no one came as another loud bang was made. He shook his head and opened the door to see an equally wet Sam, coils of rope, packages of parchment, and rolled up maps occupied one arm as the other was raised from knocking on the door. She smiled and lowered her arm "Hello Mr. Turner." "Hello Samantha. And for the last time it's Will. Come in." He stepped aside and opened the door more. "Thank you…Will." She smiled again and walked in, placing her items next to the bumpy package on the chair, and then stepping further in towards the staircase. William shut the door and walked up to her. "How long are you staying this time?" "A week, but not on land." He frowned, "Why is that?" "Lets just say my father can not stand one day out o' trouble." she sighed. "I actually only came to pick up some stuff, the package you have for my father, and to check up on our house. Then its back to the Bitter End." She loved the name of their ship, especially when using it in a sentence like the one she used.
Will nodded and pointed to the package on the chair. "There it is." She went over to it and eyed it suspiciously. "What's in it?" "I have no idea, I didn't bother opening it." she shrugged. "Well I best be off then." "Won't you stay for dinner? I got myself in trouble with 'Liz and am now forced to eat alone with Ian. I can use some intelligent conversation." she laughed. "I'd be happy to. Why you forced to eat with Ian? He get in trouble and this is his punishment?" He smiled. "Not exactly, he got arrested today and should be home shortly." She shook her head, that's the Ian she knew. Always in trouble, and most of the time forced to eat alone with Will because he'd be home late all the time. "What did he do this time?" She distinctly remembered the time Ian poured glue on the Commodores wig and it stuck for at least two weeks. She remembered because she helped him do it. "Liz won't tell me. I guess we'll both find out when he arrives." She smiled then sighed. "You wouldn't mind if I stopped at home first, I need to make sure things are at order there." He nodded. "Go right ahead, do you need a horse? Would be a lot faster than walking." "I would love one." "Wait by the front and I'll come around back with him." She nodded and followed his orders, he shortly came around with a beautiful brown horse. She smiled and hopped on. "I should be back soon." And with that she was off.
I hope you liked this…I know I haven't updated in a long while, only cause not to many people reviewed, but I thought what the heck…it couldn't hurt. So here it is
