WAKI 20
Mwahahaha... Short little chapter, once again within the past. Because I am mean and nasty and love cliffhangers. Mwahahahahaha. Anyways... Read on, my faithful following. Much thanks go again to Ms. SlvrSoleAlchmst1, who's name I have finally managed to remember.
"We need to find you a name." Bill sighed, pulling on one raggedy boot. "Any opinions, little one?"
The boy shook his head, tousled black hair shadowing his huge dark eyes. He had never really thought about a name. Names were just labels, and there were more than enough which applied to him already.
"Ok then." Bill let his foot fall back to the floor, resting his arms against his knees and staring into the little boy's eyes. "I'll have to think of one for you."
A long pause.
"Alexander. No, too aristocratic. We don't want people calling you a fop, now do we?" He smiled, apparently amused. The boy didn't really know what that meant, but he smiled anyways.
Bill's smile faded, and he frowned a little.
"You need something that suits you. Who you are and who you're going to be. Something people will remember you by."
The cabin boy's face softened. He reached out, his long tanned fingers gently brushing the dark hair out of the boy's eyes. They were surprisingly cool as the skimmed along the darkened skin of his forehead.
"Jack." Bill whispered. "Your name is Jack."
The boy smiled. It was one more label, true. It was just like all the other names he'd been given. Mulatto. Whelp. Half-breed. It was the same, and yet, it was so very different.
"I like it." He whispered back.
My name is Jack.