THIRTEEN

Roux went up on deck with high spirits and a full belly. He lifted the anchor from the water and pulled down the sails to get them moving North and away from Tortuga.

Roux went back below deck and announced, "Alright guys, we're on the move."

Jack, Edward and Willy didn't seem to be much interested, for they were deep in their own conversation.

Roux slowly made his way over to them and was able to pick up Jack's low voice saying, "So young Mr. Turner and I tried to escape my hanging, but Norrington, who looked like an ice cream in my opinion, stopped us. But he should've known better than to get into it with Captain Jack Sparrow, and I escaped and haven't been back since."

"That is truly amazing," Willy said, eyes wide and sparkling with fascination.

"Jack, tell us another one," Edward said, leaning in close to him.

"no, no, I don't want to frighten you with the rest of my many perilous adventures," Jack boasted.

"please Jack, please," Edward pleaded like a young child.

Jack grinned and his gold teeth glinted as he said, "Alright, if you insist."

As they headed towards England, the rest of the evening was spent going over tales of Captain Sparrow's heroic adventures. Contrary to most happy endings, poor Jack never got the girl in the end, just a lot of fame and fortune.

Later that evening, Roux sat in his chair on deck with his guitar cradled in his arms.

"how about a tune," roux said. He slid his fingers over the strings and strummed once, twice, and stopped suddenly for the air was filled with a new sound.

Roux looked up to see Willy with a harmonica, and playing it very well. He played a jazzy tune very loud, the sort that makes chills run up your back. He finished and looked around. Jack Roux and Edward all had their mouths wide open and staring at him.

"what? Candy making isn't my only talent," Willy said, brushing off his coat.

Jack's face broke into a wide grin and Roux pulled Willy over to him. Edward went over to a metal pole sticking up from the floor and outstretched his scissors.

"ready guys?" Roux said.

Edward and Willy smiled and nodded. Roux started strumming a lively song, and was accompanied by Willy's harmonica and Edwards taps on the pole. Jack was very pleased and started bobbing his head and patting his leg to the music.

It was as if the night suddenly came alive as they put their heart and soul into the music.

The song finished with one long final note and then all was silent.

"now that's what I call music," Jack said smiling from ear to ear.

"we'll be on the charts! We'll go to the Grammies! We'll be a huge hit!" Willy said excitedly.

They all laughed and clapped, pleased with themselves. They played another song, carrying their sounds of delight across the ocean, making the waves dance.

The next couple days went very quickly because they were enjoying themselves so much. One day they all joined in and made cookies, decorating them with icing and sprinkles. Jack's cookies resembled himself, Will, and Gisele. Well Jack ate the Will cookie, and played with the other two in a very impolite way.

Another day they played poker, putting all sorts of interesting things in the pot. Gold, candy, cookies from the night before, and an old shoelace Jack was carrying around for some reason. Later the same night they made thing from paper, and Edward excelled at that. He cut characters holding hands resembling Jack, Willy, Roux, and himself.

The trip came to an end when England came into view. They floated down the Thames until they reached London.

"well, we're here," Roux said.

They stepped off the boat onto the dock they had anchored at. It was nice to finally be back on solid ground.

"what say we go have lunch before you guys leave," Willy said.

They nodded and Willy whistled for his oompa loompas. One oompa loompa was talking on a cell phone. Just a minute later, a Wonka truck pulled up and the fifteen oompa loompas jumped in the back. The door closed, and then they left.

"now, let's eat," Willy said.

Roux, Edward, Will and Jack walked through the streets of London, passing small cafes and museums. They came to a restaurant called Mon Plaisir. They went in and were seated, together for what might have been the last time.

Lunch went by slowly, because they all wanted to stay together. When they finished they stepped out and stood on the street.

"well, this is it guys," Roux said.

Roux and Jack hugged Edward and Willy outstretched his hand for them to shake it. Jack shook his hand, before pulling him into a warm hug. Roux did the same. Edward was on the verge of tears, but Jack said, "You know Ed, Willy, I have a feeling we'll see you again sometime."

Edward nodded and smiled, and he and Willy turned to leave. Roux and Jack watched them go until they disappeared around the corner. Jack looked down, at his hands, remembering he still had Edward's book of poetry. He ran after them and turned the corner.

"Edward!" Jack shouted.

Edward turned around and smiled at Jack. He walked towards him, noticing the book in his hands.

"You forgot this," Jack said, tucking the book under Edward's arm.

"thank you," Edward said.

"Take care of yourself mate," Jack said, hugging him one last time.

Jack started off towards Roux, waving to Willy and Edward as he rounded the corner. Roux pat Jack on the back smiling, and turned, walking back to the boat. Before they got on however, they stocked up on some food and by special request, rum.

Edward looked behind him, half hoping to see Jack and Roux one last time, but turned back with a sigh. He'd lost 3 of his new friends now, but little did he know what Wonka's chocolate factory had in store for him.