Chapter 8- Father…
"When I was a lad living in England, my mother raised me and Saoirse by herself." Will told Jack, while he cleaned his sword. "When she died, we came out here, looking for my father and hers."
Jack didn't seem to be paying Will much attention.
"Is that so?"
"My father, Bill Turner," Will followed Jack around the boat. "At the jail, it was only after you learned my name that you agreed to help, since that was all I wanted, I didn't press the matter. I'm not a simpleton, Jack. You knew my father."
When Will mentioned his father, I instinctively reached for my necklace. Jack looked at me, then turned to Will.
"I knew him." Jack said. I tuned them out, and leaned against the railing, thinking about where my father might be. I remembered the name my mother had given me.
Jack…
I stared out over the beautiful, Caribbean ocean, lost in thought.
A few minutes later, someone leaned against the railing next to me. It was Jack.
"What's on your mind?" he asked.
"Oh, nothing." I fingered my necklace again.
"So, now, will you tell me where you got that?"
I turned to him.
"My mother." I said.
"Your mother?"
"Yes. My father gave it to her."
"Who was your mother?"
"My turn to ask a question. You asked one, now I get to."
"Fair enough."
"Why are you so curious about my necklace?" I asked. Jack sighed, and looked away from me, out to the sea.
"Because I gave that same necklace to a woman. A woman I loved." He confessed.
Something clicked inside of me. My mother said that my father's name was Jack. I pulled the necklace off my neck and held it up. I looked from Jack to the necklace and back again.
"Was her name Arabella?" I asked, suddenly feeling light-headed.
"Yes." Jack looked at me for a moment, confused. Then his eyes widened. "She was… Arabella…"
"She was my mother…" I said, breathing deeply.
Then I fainted.