Disclaimer: I do not own Pirates of the Caribbean. There, you happy? walks off in a huff
A/N: A really big thankyou to:
MrsLoDepp: I want to know what happens too. I am seriously having writers block. Gah!
JDLuva4EvaNEva: PMS…a pain that I know all too well…I am one angry beep right now. Thanks so much for the sweet review, just hope I don't let you guys down in this chapter…
Stray the Metallic Imp: I cried while I wrote it…:P
babyiny: Like I said before, I just really hope I don't screw it up and give you guys a bad story from now on. Pity I started well, now I have to keep it up.
Anyway, enough from me. Story time! Come sit with me children, please, feel free to bask in my glow! (he he)
Chapter two – The Opportune Moment
There was only one place that took young orphans in Jurong (A/N: A place in Singapore…) under their wing; Black Hollow Orphanage. Needless to say, with its grimy windows and overgrown vines, an onlooker could very easily tell that their wing was not exactly the place that anyone would want to be, many of the children even confessing themselves that they would much rather stay homeless than go under the care of Mrs Channary Rodgers, the headmistress of Black Hollow Orphanage.
As well as the headmistress, she was also the queen of horror, (and somehow a Mrs, meaning that she was married…to an extremely unfortunate man). She could be smelt from a mile away, reeking of the vile odour of rotten eggs and fish. Her hair was uneven and frizzy, matching the hairs of her monstrous monobrow, which made her appearance even more frightening. She was a large, stocky woman, seemingly solid as a brick, with small, squinted beady eyes that seemed to be able to bore into your soul with a single glare.
In short, she wasn't exactly the kind of woman that you would want responsible for your future…
…this was exactly why Jack was trying to get out.
'Out of this tiny, cramped up, bleeding excuse for a room!' Jack thought, gritting his teeth and looking around 'said room'.
On one side, a small bed, the other, a bookcase with the occasional text book littering the shelves, and between the two, about a meter and a half of floor space. Jack was currently sitting on the bed, his chin in his hands, swinging his legs over the side, rather absent-mindedly. He was a rather handsome young man, his raven black hair gently framing his face, complimenting his chocolate brown eyes. He had a thin, yet athletic frame, and underneath his loose white shirt, one could see that he was lightly tanned. However, this tanned, black-haired, skinny individual was currently thinking, thinking rather hard.
'10 years I've been here, 10 stinking years.' He thought angrily. 'Stuck with nothing but memories of what it's like to be loved. I need to get out of here…'
He stood up and smiled, flashing his perfectly straight, white teeth as he opened his mouth to speak,
"And I think it's the opportune moment."
A/N: So there you have it. Jack is about 12/13 in this chapter, sorry it's so short. It was really just a chapter I needed to introduce Rodgers, and also give you guys an image of what Jack looks like. Don't worry, I'm finally on school holidays and I will update very soon! Yeah, sorry if this chapter sucked totally, I wrote it in the car.
Please review, but please don't flame! It seriously hurts my feelings. Thanks guys, I love you all!
Baby-Bikkie