Jack Turner
For our seventh hellspawn something a little different (just a little): an offspring!Stu, fronting his own story.
TITLE: Piracy Wow. How original and imaginative.
CULPRIT: Firniswin
SUMMARY: "Rating may change, but I doubt it. :) ......Will can no longer deny the calls of the sea, but at what cost will it prove to be?"
BEST LINE: "'Now did I really deserve that one, or was that one I didn’t deserve?' he whispered as he rubbed a sore cheek. He couldn’t quite remember if he had deserved the slap he had gotten from Delilah that evening, and now his mind was torn in two." For the last time: STOP. USING. THIS. JOKE! It's not fucking funny anymore! You've killed it! Maggots are devouring its rotting corpse! No, no, it's corpse isn't even rotting anymore. It's been so dead for so long that there are nothing but decomposing bones left! All of you damned Suethors out there have killed what was once an amusing running gag. In fact, you not only killed it but you danced and spat on its grave as its repeatedly defiled and violated body tried to turn to peacefully to dust so that it could be free of your abuse forever!!! Are you fucking happy with yourselves now!?!?!? Huh!?!?!?!
*composes self and beats down homicidal urges*
Sorry. Lost the cool. It's back now. I'm ok.
THE VERDICT
It's time for a keelhauling.
NAME: Jack Turner
EYES: I'm assuming brown
HAIR: black, apparently
DISTINGUISHING FEATURES: By the fifth chapter he's dressed up just like a little Jack.
OH SO SPESHUL POSSESSIONS: none
OBNOXIOUS AND/OR IMPLAUSIBLE ORIGIN: Is Will and Elizabeth's sixteen year old son.
OBNOXIOUS AND/OR IMPLAUSIBLE CANON CONNECTIONS/AFFILIATIONS: Is Will and Elizabeth's son. Jack more or less takes him under his wing. After yesterday I'm just relieved that Jack didn't have another inappropriate affair with another of Will and Elizabeth's underage children.
SOOPER SPESHUL ABILITIES: none
THE "PLOT": Will is captivated by the call of the sea and runs off to be a pirate leaving his son, Stu, and Elizabeth on their own. He's supposed to be coming back in two years. He doesn't. After eight years Stu angsts about how after everyone found out about Will being a pirate they all shunned him and he can no longer see his true love, some bonus!Sue chick. He runs off to find Will. Well, actually he rows off... to Tortuga. Jack is hanging out on the beach in Tortuga and finds Stu floating ashore. He takes him on to the Pearl. Will was captured while he was buying supplies in Montego Bay, but it's so confusingly written I still haven't truly figured out when this took place. Whether it was at an earlier point in time while the Black Pearl itself was in Montego Bay, which would beg the question why Jack didn't know where Will was at first, or if Will was just inexplicably there while his ship was in Tortuga. He's been captured by one, Commodore Jefferson, who the Suethor feels the need to constantly describe as looking really good (and wearing all red), even though all of the POV characters are male so it makes them seem like they want a little hot manlove off of this Commodore (who could never be hotter than Commodore Norrington, anyway). I digress. While Will's checking out the Commodore in Red, Jack decides to go back for him. Who knows how exactly he figures out where Will is since he had no idea two minutes before. Apparently, Jack teaches Stu how to fight and steal and crap and models him into a mini-Jack all in the three days or so it would have taken them to get to Montego Bay. I guess Stu's a quick study. Will is going to be hanged and the final chapter (so far) is just a bad retelling of the last ten minutes of the movie only with Will in Jack's place, Jack in Will's place, Stu in Elizabeth's place, and the Commodore in Red in the much hotter and sexier Commodore Norrington's place. Suethor even uses a lot of the same lines. Also, all of the fighting is really confusing considering that most of the time she fails to indicate which Jack she's talking about.
NOTES: So I guess all the fangirls who saw that movie assumed that Will was lying when he told Norrington that he'd show care and devotion with Elizabeth, huh? I mean, in every other story he's abandoning Elizabeth (and sometimes their child[ren]) and running off because the sea (or his blood) called him up and told him to be a pirate or something.
And when was there ever any indication in the movie that the sea called to Will at all, anyway?
I mean, is Will prone to heroics? Yeah. Most certainly. If he believes that he's doing what's right, protecting the innocent or his friends and loved ones and crap like that.
But the sea all of a sudden holds some great mysterious sway over him? Will seemed wholly indifferent to the sea to me. Not to mention the fact that he's lived on an island since he was twelve. If the sea so naturally called to him and his blood that much it seems like he'd have become a sailor or something before. Anything but wait until he's married (and has a kid) then run off and be free on the sea.
And this whole 'he's a pirate' thing? Talk about taking a quote out of context. The point of Elizabeth saying that in the end of the movie is that it's an ironic comment on the fact that just after she's become disillusioned with pirates after actually meeting some and learning that they're pretty much just honorless crooks, Will, the guy she was in love with all along, formerly a little too stiff, succeeds in becoming the heroic swashbuckler that she always imagined a pirate would be.
Heroic swashbuckler fits Will. Actual pirate, does not.
But why am I telling you guys this? The reason that we're all here is that we all actually know and understand what happened in the movie. Or at least in Pirates of the Caribbean: The Curse of the Black Pearl.
I have no idea, however, what happened in Pirates of the Caribbean: OMG orli n jony iz lyke soooo teh hAWtnEss!!1!!eleventyone1!!1 and that DUM ugly elisabitch suXX0rs (Sooper Speshul Seekrit Fangirl Edition).
EXCERPT:
The Stu is sick. Aw. Crap. He's not dying.
Cold. That the first thing that registered wit the now nearly conscious boy. He shivered and moaned softly.
He felt a blanket pulled up to his shoulders and another blanket added to the more than generous pile on his prone body. Prone means face down. Which really makes the rest of this passage make no sense. Someone needs a dictionary. Or m-w.com. Whichever.
Behind his head were at least three pillows, they were very comfortable and they helped him so he was not quite laying down.
“Come on boy!” a concerned voice echoed into his frozen brain. “Don’t you leave me now.”
Jack tried to answer back, but found that his voice was so raspy that he could not tell what he himself said. He was surprised when instead of breathing he felt water resurface in his mouth and he let go and leaned weakly forward. The water left his mouth and landed on the warm blankets. He coughed and sputtered profusely. Uhm... he just now coughed up all the seawater he must have swallowed from almost drowning like forever and day ago? Oooook. So much for any sense of urgency.
“That’s it lad.” he felt a strong hand pounding his back as the water left his lungs and wetted the blankets, rugs, and floor.
When he was done, a strong arm helped him back down and covered him with the blankets.
Jack opened his bleary eyes and looked up at the face above him.
The man wore a red head band that rapped round his forehead. I'm not going to use this malapropism to make another Kelis/Milkshake joke again, mostly because its not really a rap song, but I hate it so much that I felt the need to mock it before. Though, you can imagine I did make the joke if it'll make you happy. You can even insert your own hated song. His hair was black and matted into individual strands, and in the individual strands were different colored beads. He had a mustached Uhm... is that a mustache but only in the past tense? Like a mustache that one used to have? and beard that was separated into two braids. And not to be nitpicky... ah, who am I kidding? Nitpicking is my favorite thing ever. Jack has a goatee. Not a beard. Lana Lang is a beard. Sorry, crossing fandoms there. Forgive me. His eyes were the color of almonds Poll: Is This Better Or Worse Than "Chocolate"? and he had an earring in each ear. He looked much like the pirates that Will had told Jack stories about when he was younger. But his eyes were kinder, and he had a smile on his face…..not menacing but kind. Jack's smiles always struck me as smug most of the time, though sometimes they were menacing and they were always really, really sexy. Ok, that last part may just be my bias.
“A pirate?” he whispered looking up at his savior.
The pirate chuckled and sat down next to the bed. “Aye.” he smiled. “I am a pirate….but not just any pirate.” the man’s smile broadened, and he put a hand on his chest. “I am Captain Jack Sparrow.”
The young Turner smiled a little and then spoke again. “You know where my father is?” he asked hoping for a useful answer.
Sparrow stared at him for a minute, he squinted his eyes and scratched his head. “Well, who be your father lad?” Jack asked still thinking that the boy looked mighty familiar. He rubbed his beard while looking at the half frozen boy.
“W-Will Turner.”
The response made the boy jump, Jack clapped a hand on his knee and made some sort of odd sound. “I knew it!” he howled out and stood up pointing at Jack. “I knew you looked familiar.”
“What do you mean?” The boy asked still somewhat foggy on how this pirate knew him.
“Oh, Will talk’s about you all the time……..I have to tell him to shut up.” the pirate sat back down. “How’s you mother?” Turn around and step away from the periods, slowly. One is a full stop. Three is an elipses. Eight is grounds for immediate arrest by the Grammar Police and incarceration for abuse of the English language.
“Wait! My father talked about ME?”
“Ya, that come of a bit of a surprise does it?” Sparrow pursed his lips into a fine line.
“Well yes. I mean he did leave us to go be some pirate. No offense, but you are all law breakers.”
“Aw now, be nice. I didn’t save ya just to be persecuted by the son of a pirate.” Sparrow’s words hit Jack hard in the gut. He had never thought about being called that before. Truth was he had never been called that before, only Jack Turner. Not Jack Turner son of a pirate.
“No ones ever called me that before.” But, you were just angsting a chapter or so ago about how you were an outcast and didn't have any friends because everyone knew you were a pirate's son. You mean no one every actually stated that fact out loud while they were cursing you and shunning you and locking up their daughters?
“Oh, well if you want to be called more I can think of some?” The Captain offered standing to his feet and walked to a small table. “Mini Pirate, Pirate miniature, Pirate Jack, little Will. Want more?” No. No, I don't.A smile began to creep on his bearded face.
“No!”
“Sorry. I was only trying to help entertain you, seeing as how you’ll be laid up for a day or two.”
“What I-”
The pirate laughed and turned on the boy with a glint of joy in his dark brown eyes.
“I, my ill friend, am your guardian until we can find your father…or mother. But for now, you will do as I say!” it was not a question.
Jack was going to say more but decided it better to keep his mouth shut. He sighed and snuggled back into the blankets, deciding now that he was awful tired.
“Fine.” he whispered angrily.
“Good, now. I will be leaving now so you can get some rest.”
He waited for an answer, but on hearing none her turned to see Jack was already asleep. He quietly walked over to the bed and covered the boy a little more before bending down and whispering to the boy.
“Goodnight lad.” with a startling thought he noticed for the first time that the boy really did look a lot like Will. Though Sparrow could easily see his mother’s side in his as well.
Turning back he blew out the candle and walked out the door and into the cold outdoors, all the while pondering on how to find the boy’s father.
Stu bug Jack.
Sparrow awoke to the soft sound of feet making their way down the stairs and into his makeshift room. He had given the boy his own room, since it was the warmest….but now, he had been liable to have the coldest, most water rotted room on the whole blasted ship. Because he couldn't just use the first mate's quarters that the absent Will wouldn't be using? Also, if it was a room on a ship, it would be considered luxurious, just by the virtue of being a room. Not that the ship was horrible or wretched to him, but at the moment as he pulled his water logged blankets over his tired form. It was the worst ship in the world.
He opened his eyes to see Jack’s face looking into his. He sighed angrily and sat up in the hammock, as best as anyone could sit up in a hammock.
“Yes little Will?” he grinned at the name. He had had too much rum that night. Obviously, if he finds dumb shit like that funny and can't figure out that a room is vacant since its occupant is missing.
“ When are we going to find my father?” Jack asked impatiently. He put is hands on his hips and rolled his eyes.
“When I get enough sleep.”
That was not the answer he wanted. “Jack Sparrow….” the child whined.
“Captain, if you please.” was the only answer he got from the pirate before Sparrow turned over and let out a groan as his sore ribs connected with the wrong side of the hammock. He tried to reposition himself, but each time he found it very uncomfortable.
He let out an agitated sigh and sat up. “Fine boy! You have ruined my sleep so let us be going.”
Jack jumped up and grabbed Sparrow’s hand in attempt to pull him out of the makeshift bed. But the Captain swatted his hand away.
“Ah-tat-tat! Don’t touch me while I’m tired and grumpy. It is not a smart thing to do.” For some reason, this line sent my mind on a long series of imaginings about grumpy, sleepy Jack trying to catch a nap. Only stuff keeps bothering him and every time he gets to sleep for a few minutes something stupid happens so he has to wake back up and take care of it. Just like one of those old cartoons where the bear is trying to hibernate but he cut down the squirrel's tree for firewood so the squirrel doesn't have a house anymore. So he's like moving into the bear's house and trying to store all his acorns there in in various stupid places like the bear's dresser and kitchen. And this annoys the bear because the squirrel keeps making noise and waking him up and when the bear tries to open the fridge to get a glass of water all the squirrel's acorns fall out. I tried to figure out who would be Jack's squirrel... I have my own fun. Especially, when I'm punchy.
Without another question the boy let go of Jack’s hand and the Captain stood up from the hammock.
As they made their way up the stairs Jack stood still a moment. He had never seen a sky so beautiful. The pink and gold mixed together to make pure orange clouds, along the top or bottom of those clouds a thin line of purple was noticeable. He smiled softly to himself.
’No wonder father loves the sea…..you never see this at home.’
He looked to the water that had the exact same reflection on it, the boat began to take in some of the colors on the side.
Sparrow made his way through the boat, checking every knot, tie, and piece of dampened wood on The Pearl. Isn't that what crews are for?
“What about my father?” the boy called, annoyed that Sparrow was not listening to him.
“Your father…?” Sparrow made his way back to Jack. “Is…..in the custody of Commodore Jefferson, in jail in Montego Bay.” Uhm... what happened? Did a little bird tell him or something? He didn't know a little while ago.
Young Turner only stared at Jack for a moment, his mouth opening as if trying to say something. “What?!” he looked up at Sparrow. “Well are we going to save him?”
Captain Sparrow looked at the boy sympathetically and bent down. “You ever heard the code of the pirate boy?”
“No, but what does that matter.”
Sparrow stood again. “You fall behind, you get left behind.”
“But we can’t just leave him Jack!” The boy exclaimed stretching his arms out.
Sparrow thought about it a moment. What was he saying, Will had saved him from the gallows……he had done what was right and could have been put in jail and hung for the same. He did it cause it was right. ‘Why can’t I go against the code just this once?’ he thought caressing his twin braids that made up his beard. He smiled down at Jack.
“Crew!” in a minute a group of at least a dozen men were there at their posts. Where were they a few minutes ago? Ready to set sail when the Captain said. Something caught his eye, one woman stood at the steering wheel. She was smiling at Jack.
“Turn this ship back, towards Montego Bay. We are rescuing First Mate Will! You here, and anyone who goes against me can walk the plank.” All the men began to turn the ship around, and Jack smiled down at Turner. “We’re saving your father.” Yeah, I think he heard.
TITLE: Piracy Wow. How original and imaginative.
CULPRIT: Firniswin
SUMMARY: "Rating may change, but I doubt it. :) ......Will can no longer deny the calls of the sea, but at what cost will it prove to be?"
BEST LINE: "'Now did I really deserve that one, or was that one I didn’t deserve?' he whispered as he rubbed a sore cheek. He couldn’t quite remember if he had deserved the slap he had gotten from Delilah that evening, and now his mind was torn in two." For the last time: STOP. USING. THIS. JOKE! It's not fucking funny anymore! You've killed it! Maggots are devouring its rotting corpse! No, no, it's corpse isn't even rotting anymore. It's been so dead for so long that there are nothing but decomposing bones left! All of you damned Suethors out there have killed what was once an amusing running gag. In fact, you not only killed it but you danced and spat on its grave as its repeatedly defiled and violated body tried to turn to peacefully to dust so that it could be free of your abuse forever!!! Are you fucking happy with yourselves now!?!?!? Huh!?!?!?!
*composes self and beats down homicidal urges*
Sorry. Lost the cool. It's back now. I'm ok.
THE VERDICT
It's time for a keelhauling.
NAME: Jack Turner
EYES: I'm assuming brown
HAIR: black, apparently
DISTINGUISHING FEATURES: By the fifth chapter he's dressed up just like a little Jack.
OH SO SPESHUL POSSESSIONS: none
OBNOXIOUS AND/OR IMPLAUSIBLE ORIGIN: Is Will and Elizabeth's sixteen year old son.
OBNOXIOUS AND/OR IMPLAUSIBLE CANON CONNECTIONS/AFFILIATIONS: Is Will and Elizabeth's son. Jack more or less takes him under his wing. After yesterday I'm just relieved that Jack didn't have another inappropriate affair with another of Will and Elizabeth's underage children.
SOOPER SPESHUL ABILITIES: none
THE "PLOT": Will is captivated by the call of the sea and runs off to be a pirate leaving his son, Stu, and Elizabeth on their own. He's supposed to be coming back in two years. He doesn't. After eight years Stu angsts about how after everyone found out about Will being a pirate they all shunned him and he can no longer see his true love, some bonus!Sue chick. He runs off to find Will. Well, actually he rows off... to Tortuga. Jack is hanging out on the beach in Tortuga and finds Stu floating ashore. He takes him on to the Pearl. Will was captured while he was buying supplies in Montego Bay, but it's so confusingly written I still haven't truly figured out when this took place. Whether it was at an earlier point in time while the Black Pearl itself was in Montego Bay, which would beg the question why Jack didn't know where Will was at first, or if Will was just inexplicably there while his ship was in Tortuga. He's been captured by one, Commodore Jefferson, who the Suethor feels the need to constantly describe as looking really good (and wearing all red), even though all of the POV characters are male so it makes them seem like they want a little hot manlove off of this Commodore (who could never be hotter than Commodore Norrington, anyway). I digress. While Will's checking out the Commodore in Red, Jack decides to go back for him. Who knows how exactly he figures out where Will is since he had no idea two minutes before. Apparently, Jack teaches Stu how to fight and steal and crap and models him into a mini-Jack all in the three days or so it would have taken them to get to Montego Bay. I guess Stu's a quick study. Will is going to be hanged and the final chapter (so far) is just a bad retelling of the last ten minutes of the movie only with Will in Jack's place, Jack in Will's place, Stu in Elizabeth's place, and the Commodore in Red in the much hotter and sexier Commodore Norrington's place. Suethor even uses a lot of the same lines. Also, all of the fighting is really confusing considering that most of the time she fails to indicate which Jack she's talking about.
NOTES: So I guess all the fangirls who saw that movie assumed that Will was lying when he told Norrington that he'd show care and devotion with Elizabeth, huh? I mean, in every other story he's abandoning Elizabeth (and sometimes their child[ren]) and running off because the sea (or his blood) called him up and told him to be a pirate or something.
And when was there ever any indication in the movie that the sea called to Will at all, anyway?
I mean, is Will prone to heroics? Yeah. Most certainly. If he believes that he's doing what's right, protecting the innocent or his friends and loved ones and crap like that.
But the sea all of a sudden holds some great mysterious sway over him? Will seemed wholly indifferent to the sea to me. Not to mention the fact that he's lived on an island since he was twelve. If the sea so naturally called to him and his blood that much it seems like he'd have become a sailor or something before. Anything but wait until he's married (and has a kid) then run off and be free on the sea.
And this whole 'he's a pirate' thing? Talk about taking a quote out of context. The point of Elizabeth saying that in the end of the movie is that it's an ironic comment on the fact that just after she's become disillusioned with pirates after actually meeting some and learning that they're pretty much just honorless crooks, Will, the guy she was in love with all along, formerly a little too stiff, succeeds in becoming the heroic swashbuckler that she always imagined a pirate would be.
Heroic swashbuckler fits Will. Actual pirate, does not.
But why am I telling you guys this? The reason that we're all here is that we all actually know and understand what happened in the movie. Or at least in Pirates of the Caribbean: The Curse of the Black Pearl.
I have no idea, however, what happened in Pirates of the Caribbean: OMG orli n jony iz lyke soooo teh hAWtnEss!!1!!eleventyone1!!1 and that DUM ugly elisabitch suXX0rs (Sooper Speshul Seekrit Fangirl Edition).
EXCERPT:
The Stu is sick. Aw. Crap. He's not dying.
Cold. That the first thing that registered wit the now nearly conscious boy. He shivered and moaned softly.
He felt a blanket pulled up to his shoulders and another blanket added to the more than generous pile on his prone body. Prone means face down. Which really makes the rest of this passage make no sense. Someone needs a dictionary. Or m-w.com. Whichever.
Behind his head were at least three pillows, they were very comfortable and they helped him so he was not quite laying down.
“Come on boy!” a concerned voice echoed into his frozen brain. “Don’t you leave me now.”
Jack tried to answer back, but found that his voice was so raspy that he could not tell what he himself said. He was surprised when instead of breathing he felt water resurface in his mouth and he let go and leaned weakly forward. The water left his mouth and landed on the warm blankets. He coughed and sputtered profusely. Uhm... he just now coughed up all the seawater he must have swallowed from almost drowning like forever and day ago? Oooook. So much for any sense of urgency.
“That’s it lad.” he felt a strong hand pounding his back as the water left his lungs and wetted the blankets, rugs, and floor.
When he was done, a strong arm helped him back down and covered him with the blankets.
Jack opened his bleary eyes and looked up at the face above him.
The man wore a red head band that rapped round his forehead. I'm not going to use this malapropism to make another Kelis/Milkshake joke again, mostly because its not really a rap song, but I hate it so much that I felt the need to mock it before. Though, you can imagine I did make the joke if it'll make you happy. You can even insert your own hated song. His hair was black and matted into individual strands, and in the individual strands were different colored beads. He had a mustached Uhm... is that a mustache but only in the past tense? Like a mustache that one used to have? and beard that was separated into two braids. And not to be nitpicky... ah, who am I kidding? Nitpicking is my favorite thing ever. Jack has a goatee. Not a beard. Lana Lang is a beard. Sorry, crossing fandoms there. Forgive me. His eyes were the color of almonds Poll: Is This Better Or Worse Than "Chocolate"? and he had an earring in each ear. He looked much like the pirates that Will had told Jack stories about when he was younger. But his eyes were kinder, and he had a smile on his face…..not menacing but kind. Jack's smiles always struck me as smug most of the time, though sometimes they were menacing and they were always really, really sexy. Ok, that last part may just be my bias.
“A pirate?” he whispered looking up at his savior.
The pirate chuckled and sat down next to the bed. “Aye.” he smiled. “I am a pirate….but not just any pirate.” the man’s smile broadened, and he put a hand on his chest. “I am Captain Jack Sparrow.”
The young Turner smiled a little and then spoke again. “You know where my father is?” he asked hoping for a useful answer.
Sparrow stared at him for a minute, he squinted his eyes and scratched his head. “Well, who be your father lad?” Jack asked still thinking that the boy looked mighty familiar. He rubbed his beard while looking at the half frozen boy.
“W-Will Turner.”
The response made the boy jump, Jack clapped a hand on his knee and made some sort of odd sound. “I knew it!” he howled out and stood up pointing at Jack. “I knew you looked familiar.”
“What do you mean?” The boy asked still somewhat foggy on how this pirate knew him.
“Oh, Will talk’s about you all the time……..I have to tell him to shut up.” the pirate sat back down. “How’s you mother?” Turn around and step away from the periods, slowly. One is a full stop. Three is an elipses. Eight is grounds for immediate arrest by the Grammar Police and incarceration for abuse of the English language.
“Wait! My father talked about ME?”
“Ya, that come of a bit of a surprise does it?” Sparrow pursed his lips into a fine line.
“Well yes. I mean he did leave us to go be some pirate. No offense, but you are all law breakers.”
“Aw now, be nice. I didn’t save ya just to be persecuted by the son of a pirate.” Sparrow’s words hit Jack hard in the gut. He had never thought about being called that before. Truth was he had never been called that before, only Jack Turner. Not Jack Turner son of a pirate.
“No ones ever called me that before.” But, you were just angsting a chapter or so ago about how you were an outcast and didn't have any friends because everyone knew you were a pirate's son. You mean no one every actually stated that fact out loud while they were cursing you and shunning you and locking up their daughters?
“Oh, well if you want to be called more I can think of some?” The Captain offered standing to his feet and walked to a small table. “Mini Pirate, Pirate miniature, Pirate Jack, little Will. Want more?” No. No, I don't.A smile began to creep on his bearded face.
“No!”
“Sorry. I was only trying to help entertain you, seeing as how you’ll be laid up for a day or two.”
“What I-”
The pirate laughed and turned on the boy with a glint of joy in his dark brown eyes.
“I, my ill friend, am your guardian until we can find your father…or mother. But for now, you will do as I say!” it was not a question.
Jack was going to say more but decided it better to keep his mouth shut. He sighed and snuggled back into the blankets, deciding now that he was awful tired.
“Fine.” he whispered angrily.
“Good, now. I will be leaving now so you can get some rest.”
He waited for an answer, but on hearing none her turned to see Jack was already asleep. He quietly walked over to the bed and covered the boy a little more before bending down and whispering to the boy.
“Goodnight lad.” with a startling thought he noticed for the first time that the boy really did look a lot like Will. Though Sparrow could easily see his mother’s side in his as well.
Turning back he blew out the candle and walked out the door and into the cold outdoors, all the while pondering on how to find the boy’s father.
Stu bug Jack.
Sparrow awoke to the soft sound of feet making their way down the stairs and into his makeshift room. He had given the boy his own room, since it was the warmest….but now, he had been liable to have the coldest, most water rotted room on the whole blasted ship. Because he couldn't just use the first mate's quarters that the absent Will wouldn't be using? Also, if it was a room on a ship, it would be considered luxurious, just by the virtue of being a room. Not that the ship was horrible or wretched to him, but at the moment as he pulled his water logged blankets over his tired form. It was the worst ship in the world.
He opened his eyes to see Jack’s face looking into his. He sighed angrily and sat up in the hammock, as best as anyone could sit up in a hammock.
“Yes little Will?” he grinned at the name. He had had too much rum that night. Obviously, if he finds dumb shit like that funny and can't figure out that a room is vacant since its occupant is missing.
“ When are we going to find my father?” Jack asked impatiently. He put is hands on his hips and rolled his eyes.
“When I get enough sleep.”
That was not the answer he wanted. “Jack Sparrow….” the child whined.
“Captain, if you please.” was the only answer he got from the pirate before Sparrow turned over and let out a groan as his sore ribs connected with the wrong side of the hammock. He tried to reposition himself, but each time he found it very uncomfortable.
He let out an agitated sigh and sat up. “Fine boy! You have ruined my sleep so let us be going.”
Jack jumped up and grabbed Sparrow’s hand in attempt to pull him out of the makeshift bed. But the Captain swatted his hand away.
“Ah-tat-tat! Don’t touch me while I’m tired and grumpy. It is not a smart thing to do.” For some reason, this line sent my mind on a long series of imaginings about grumpy, sleepy Jack trying to catch a nap. Only stuff keeps bothering him and every time he gets to sleep for a few minutes something stupid happens so he has to wake back up and take care of it. Just like one of those old cartoons where the bear is trying to hibernate but he cut down the squirrel's tree for firewood so the squirrel doesn't have a house anymore. So he's like moving into the bear's house and trying to store all his acorns there in in various stupid places like the bear's dresser and kitchen. And this annoys the bear because the squirrel keeps making noise and waking him up and when the bear tries to open the fridge to get a glass of water all the squirrel's acorns fall out. I tried to figure out who would be Jack's squirrel... I have my own fun. Especially, when I'm punchy.
Without another question the boy let go of Jack’s hand and the Captain stood up from the hammock.
As they made their way up the stairs Jack stood still a moment. He had never seen a sky so beautiful. The pink and gold mixed together to make pure orange clouds, along the top or bottom of those clouds a thin line of purple was noticeable. He smiled softly to himself.
’No wonder father loves the sea…..you never see this at home.’
He looked to the water that had the exact same reflection on it, the boat began to take in some of the colors on the side.
Sparrow made his way through the boat, checking every knot, tie, and piece of dampened wood on The Pearl. Isn't that what crews are for?
“What about my father?” the boy called, annoyed that Sparrow was not listening to him.
“Your father…?” Sparrow made his way back to Jack. “Is…..in the custody of Commodore Jefferson, in jail in Montego Bay.” Uhm... what happened? Did a little bird tell him or something? He didn't know a little while ago.
Young Turner only stared at Jack for a moment, his mouth opening as if trying to say something. “What?!” he looked up at Sparrow. “Well are we going to save him?”
Captain Sparrow looked at the boy sympathetically and bent down. “You ever heard the code of the pirate boy?”
“No, but what does that matter.”
Sparrow stood again. “You fall behind, you get left behind.”
“But we can’t just leave him Jack!” The boy exclaimed stretching his arms out.
Sparrow thought about it a moment. What was he saying, Will had saved him from the gallows……he had done what was right and could have been put in jail and hung for the same. He did it cause it was right. ‘Why can’t I go against the code just this once?’ he thought caressing his twin braids that made up his beard. He smiled down at Jack.
“Crew!” in a minute a group of at least a dozen men were there at their posts. Where were they a few minutes ago? Ready to set sail when the Captain said. Something caught his eye, one woman stood at the steering wheel. She was smiling at Jack.
“Turn this ship back, towards Montego Bay. We are rescuing First Mate Will! You here, and anyone who goes against me can walk the plank.” All the men began to turn the ship around, and Jack smiled down at Turner. “We’re saving your father.” Yeah, I think he heard.