Origins of A Pirate
Chapter 15
The time comes and goes.
The winds change.
The Sparrows fly.
The seas sway.
And the tides roll.
The Ocean's lullaby.
What had he done to deserve this? His life, his heir, his only surviving son was gone. His only hope for a future was gone. His Jackie was gone.
Why hadn't he thought things through fully? Why hadn't he realized that the ship in question might in fact be armed with cannons- an element which his meager merchant vessel had never possessed? If he had only been more choosy with his prey, with his victims, would all of this had ever happened?
But it was too late.
Jack was going to die.
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"Pirate! In the name of King George I command you to answer these questions honestly and truthfully as best as you are able."
Jack nodded dutifully. He had often been told that, if ever captured to keep head down and mouth silent. Answer the questions with as little speaking as possible. Never talk back. Not that he wanted to...
"Sir, are you aware that what you have been doing is illegal and possesses punishments by law?"
Nod.
"Are you aware that these punishments include death by hanging?"
Nod.
"And sir, are you aware that God shall punish you for the sins you have committed against the crown and the British Empire?"
Nod.
"Very well then. Now, please state your name, purpose and position aboard your vessel."
Jack knew he had to lie. What would happen if they found out he was the first mate aboard the Green Eyed Monster? Surely the higher the position the greater the punishments would be. He couldn't risk the honesty.
"I'm a cabin boy. I was born during a typhoon in the middle of the ocean in the year of our Lord, 1678. It wrecked our ship. My mother and father both perished in the storm, however I floated to safety in my cradle, where I was rescued out of the waves by a kind merchant. I joined a pirate crew out of pure necessity- I was close to death of starvation from living off of the streets. I repent what I have done. There was no other way for me."
The pirate glanced around the room as he finished his story. He knew they believed him. It was written in their eyes. He still had a chance.
"Sir, you forgot to state your name."
The time comes and goes.
The winds change.
The Sparrows fly.
The seas sway.
And the tides roll.
The Ocean's lullaby.
Jack Teague was, in fact, going to die
But Jack Sparrow was not.
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