Only a couple of hours had past since we had stolen the Interceptor and made our way out of the Port Royal Bay.
Will was sharpening his sword on a barrel of gunpowder and telling a very uninterested Sparrow about his childhood.
"When I was a lad living in England, my mother raised me by herself. After she died, I came out here..." He let his gaze trail to Sparrow who was securing more ropes. "...looking for my father."
"Is that so?" Sparrow asked, hardly paying attention.
Will stood up and started to follow Sparrow up the steps toward the wheel. "My father, Will Turner."
I was surprised that I was actually listening since I've heard his sob story time and time again; but something about his tone of voice made me listening and believe that he thought Sparrow knew something.
"At the jail, it was only after you learned our names that you agreed to help. Since that's what I wanted, I didn't press the matter." Will started, making me bolt upright from the chair I was sitting on.
Our names? What are you thinking, crazy man?
"We're not simpleton, Jack. You knew my father." Will accused.
Since when did we start calling him by his first name? I thought it was 'Captain' or 'Hey You'...
'Jack' sighed, stood up, and faced my best friend. "I knew him; probably one the few who knew him as William Turner." He said as Will's eyes grew wide. "Everyone else just called him Bootstrap or Bootstrap Bill."
Jack jumped down and made his way toward the wheel and threw a rope off of it.
"Bootstrap?" Will asked, confused from what he was hearing.
"Good man." Jack started to say. "Good pirate."
I knew I wasn't the only who was thinking 'WHAT?'. I stood up and turned around to find Will's hands clenched into fist.
"I swear you look just like him." Jack said over his shoulder to Will.
"It's not true. He was a merchant sailor; a good, respectable man who obeyed the law."
Jack rolled his eyes and looked over his shoulder at Will again. "He was a bloody pirate, a scallywag."
Will took out his sword and pointed it at Jack's back. "My father was not a pirate."
"Put it away, son. It's not worth you getting beat again." Jack said, rolling his eyes and not even turning around.
"You didn't beat me. You ignored the rules of engagement. In a fair fight, I'd killed you."
A grin crossed Jack's face before he turned to face Will. "Then that's not much incentive for me to fight fair, then, is it?"
In one swift movement, Jack turned to wheel making one of the yards catch Will and swing him out over the sea so that he was holding on for dear life.
"Hey! You can't do that!" I screamed at him, making him turn to me an shoot me a glare.
"And perhaps you would like to know how I knew that you were named after your grandmother?" He asked me, but not pausing long enough for me to reply. "Your mother was one of the best women I knew and she married a damn fine good man who introduced me to your whole family, is that a good enough answer?"
We stared at each for a moment, not saying anything.
"What was her name?" I whispered quietly so only he could hear. He looked taken back for a second before rolling his eyes back to Will.
"And you! As long as you're just hanging there, pay attention!" He said, picking up the sword Will had dropped. "The only rules that really matter are these: what a man can do and what a man can't do." He made his way back to the wheel and smugly looked at my best friend who's face had gone red from either the nervousness of hanging off the side of the ship or the hatred he was feeling for Jack at this point.
"For instance, you can accept that your father was a pirate and a good man or you can't. But pirate is in your blood, boy, so you'll have to square with that someday. Now, me, for example, I can let you drown," He said, placing on hand on the wheel. "but I can't bring this ship into Tortuga all by me onesy with a crazy girl, savvy? So…"
In another swift movement he spung the wheel so Will was now brought back onto the deck on which he collapsed as soon as he was over it and Jack walked up to him and pointed the sword at his throat.
"Can you sail under the command of a pirate? Or can you not?" He flipped the sword so now he was holding onto the blade and was offering the sword to Will.
Will stared at it for a moment then moved his gaze to meet mine.
"She's not apart of this; it's just you and me, boy." Jack suddenly said, noticing where Will was looking.
Will looked up at Jack shifted uncomfortably. "Tortuga?"
"Tortuga."