Chapter Seven (Well kinda eight)
Come With Us
Ok…so here is where we left off last- Taylor was stalking to Bootstrap. "Yes. I'm his father."
"Well in that case...can I have your autograph?" She asked running after him.
"Ok, so let me get this straight." I said. "Your father dropped you and your mother off in
Tortuga, your mother died, and you went to work for Jack who treats you like dirt. Is that right?" Bootstrap and Peter just explained this but I wanted to make sure. They both nodded.
"Now…you haven't told me who this is yet." Bootstrap said pointing to me.
"Well, she is my…well," He was stuttering! Bad sign!
"We will be getting married after we get off this ship," I answered for him.
"You mean you aren't dead?" He asked.
"No, Jack made a deal…again. We are his payment," Peter said. "But Dad…when we leave, come with us."
"Peter," I said moving his face, "he can't come with us."
"Why not?"
"I am sentenced to The Flying Dutchman for an eternity," Bootstrap said. Peter looked like he was going to cry. He sucked it in. I mean, I would be crying too. He was just reunited with his father and now they have to split apart again.
Bootstrap saw that he made everything worst and quickly left. Peter walked over to the railing. The Black Pearl was about four miles away. I hugged Peter and he put his arms tightly around me.
I pulled away from Peter and he understood. I wanted to explore the ship. I saw Davy Jones and went over there. "Ok. Why are you being nice to me?"
"You will not be here long. I might as well let you enjoy it while you are here." Then he left.
What did he mean? I don't get it do you?
Well I'm tired of this! I am tired of being confused! I went over to Peter. I kissed him goodbye. "Goodbye Peter. I will come back for you. I have to find some answers."
"Wait! What do---" SPLASH!!! I jumped.