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Pirates of the Caribbean (All) › General
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Adult +
Chapters:
17
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Reviews:
57
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Chapter 3 - Revelations
Time and Time Again, by Hellborne (the_ferret_mom@yahoo.com)
Pirates of the Caribbean – PG-13
Copyright. Characters, not mine. See the Mouse. Story, mine, but I make no money. He does, but not on this.
Typing convention: / is used for thoughts. * - * - * is used for scene changes and passages of time.
Summary: It’s the year 2001. Will Turner, descendent of a particular blacksmith, has been left a journal and a scarf...leading him to a particular cave.
Beta: The great BetaGoddess Pendragginink. She’s fantastic! And way too modest for her own good!
NOTE: I live for reviews. No reviews, the muses go out gambling (we DO live in Las Vegas, after all) and I can’t get any writing done. Can’t figure out if anyone likes it if they don’t review. So REVIEW! PLEEEEEEZE???
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Chapter 3 – Revelations
“Hey, mate. You gave me quite a fright there.”
Will felt something cool and gentle on his cheek and opened his eyes to see Jack looking intently at him, one arm propping him up in a sitting position, the other patting his face, waking him up. The image of the skeleton opening his flashlight intruded upon Will’s consciousness and he squeaked, scrambling backward away from the startled pirate. “I gave YOU a fright?!” He got up and turned to run, but was shoved flat, tackled from behind.
“Yes, YOU gave ME a fright. I can’t have my only way off this cursed island up and die on me, savvy?”
Will froze under Jack like a deer in the headlights of a Peterbilt and started whimpering. “I’ll give you anything you want...just PLEASE don’t kill me!”
Jack looked hurt. “Kill you? NEVER would I think of killin’ a relative of one of my best mates! You’re like family to me, whelp! In fact, I knew three of your direct ancestors if I’m not mistaken.” He helped the boy up.
“Three?”
“Aye. Firstly, there was Bill: a fine pirate and a good friend. Secondly there was his whelp William: the finest sword maker in the New World and one of the finest swordsman as well. We saved each other’s lives more ‘n once. William’s lovely wife Elizabeth as well, though it was before he married her. Then there was Billy. Cute as a button, ‘e was. Last time I saw the family he was all of six years old and loved playin’ ‘pirate’ wiv ‘is Grampa Jack. They named me ‘is godfather, ye know.”
Will looked at the pirate with new respect. “That IS mentioned in the journal! You really ARE the Jack Sparrow from the 1700’s, aren’t you?”
“Aye, lad, that I am. Tell me, Young Turner...what is the date? From watchin’ the trees grow from that thrice-damned apple, I know it’s been many a year; I started counting the days, but, after a few years...”
“It’s November fifth, two-thousand and one.”
“’s almost three hundred years I’ve been forced to watch that blighter Barbossa rot?! Lad, I was tacked to that bloody chest in the year of Our Lord 1728. I’ve had that same view for two hundred seventy-three years, mate, and here I am, finally freed by a descendent of the best mates I ever had. That makes you my best mate now, lad. If there’s ANYTHING I can do for you...ANYTHING at ALL...”
“You could keep quiet while I try to assimilate all of this in my head...”
“O’ course, lad. No problem.” Jack walked over to the chest and picked up the tricorn hat, putting it on his head. He swaggered back to Will. “I do wish I had my scarf though...it kept the hat clean. I’m afraid I was nabbed out of a perfectly sound sleep. I was lucky they grabbed me hat.”
Will stared at him. “A long red scarf with a bunch of dots on it?”
“Aye, though I’d hardly call the most detailed treasure map in the Caribbean a ‘bunch of dots’.”
Will brought out the scarf he kept in his pocket and looked at it under the light. “THIS is a treasure map? Looks like just a bunch of dots splattered on the fabric.”
Immediately, Jack snatched off his hat and ran to Will, grabbed the scarf, and tied it around his head, sighing deeply as he repositioned the hat over it. Somehow, it looked right that way.
“Aye, it would look like that to anyone wot didn’t draw it.”
“Which was you?”
Jack grinned, his eyes twinkling in the light. “Which was me.”
“What kind of treasure?”
“Pirate treasure, laddie, and plenty of it; but I was lucky enough to come across the coordinates of several sunken Spanish treasure ships. Now...in MY time, all I could do was mark them on the chart. But I’ve always held faith in man’s ingenuity, mate, and I’ll bet you guineas to farthings that we can go haul them up in THIS time period.”
“I’d be a fool to take that bet...they’re bringing stuff up from the Titanic, and that’s three miles under water.”
“Titanic, eh? I’m just guessing, but with a name like ‘Titanic’ she must have been a massive ship. I’d ha’e given my right arm to sail her.”
Will giggled. “The titanic wasn’t a sailing ship, actually. Titanic was made of steel and had several engines each the size of the ships you sailed. It hit an iceberg in 1912.”
“Hmm...I’m going to have to see this new world of yours, lad. It doesn’t sound anything at all like the world I knew.” He put a friendly, guiding arm around Will’s shoulder and started walking him toward the entrance. “So why don’t we just get going so you can show it to me. Then we can start bringin’ up treasure together, eh? Equal shares.”
Will stopped and turned to Jack. “But all THIS treasure...”
“Can’t be found by anyone but you or me, mate. Unless you tell someone, anyway. I’ve had no visitors since Bo’sun and Twigg fastened me to that bloody chest, an’ as they never came back for the treasure, I can only surmise that they came to a no good end just after leavin’ the area. So th’ treasure’s safe, mate. We’ll take a chest or two...just enough to buy whatever equipment we may need to bring up a treasure ship. Mr. Turner, I’m going to make you rich beyond your wildest dreams.”
“Ummm....Captain Sparrow...between winning the Powerball and my share of this cave’s treasure, I already am.”
“Whit kind of magical orb is this ‘Powerball’? I’ve never ‘eard of it.”
Will laughed. “The Powerball is a lottery game; you can win a lot of money. I won three hundred million dollars playing it. I took the cash option, so after taxes, I got to keep almost one hundred million dollars.”
“Dollars. How do they compare with guineas?”
“I wouldn’t know. This is the farthest I’ve ever been away from home.”
“And where is ‘home’?”
“Los Angeles. But I’ve been thinking of buying one of the islands in the Caribbean.”
“Does Los Angeles have hurricanes, mate?”
“No. We get earthquakes.”
“Well, depending on the island, you’ll get both in the Caribbean. Now...can we PLEASE just pack up what we’re taking and leave?” Jack climbed carefuly up the hill of gold again and grabbed the sword that had kept him pinned to the chest for centuries.
“Why the rush? I haven’t seen the whole cave system.”
“Well I have, and there’s nothing special about the rest of it at all. Just more gold and some paintings and such. Look, mate. I’ve had the same view for over two hundred seventy years. Could we please go somewhere ELSE so that I can get to work on freeing myself from this curse?”
Will started. “How do you do that?”
“Well, what I have to do is get the missing coin, put some of my blood on it and drop it back in the chest, an’ seeing as how Bo’sun and Twigg took the coin with ‘em, finding that coin is the place to start.”
“The Internet might help. You can find all kinds of weird stuff on the Net.”
“I’m not even bothering to ask, mate.” Jack looked confused, but he obviously didn’t want to admit it.
“Don’t worry...I’ll show you on the yacht’s computer.”
Jack’s expression said he wanted either to explode with questions or cry.
Will giggled. “Ok, we’ll leave. And I can show you whatever you want to know.”
Jack seemed to accept that. “All right. What would ye prefer to take this trip?”
“You said there were paintings?”
“Yes...err...” The pirate thought for a moment. “Ah yes. Just in here.” He led the way into another room off to the side.
Will sorted through some of the paintings and his jaw dropped. “We’ll take these two paintings and a handful of coins a ‘piece.”
“I can understand the whys and wherefores of the gold, but what’s so special about these paintings?”
“You see the names in the corner?”
“Aye. This one says ‘Rembrandt’, and tha’ one there says...’Leonardo’, I think.”
“Yes, and each of these paintings is worth a fortune. Rembrandt and Da Vinci are two of the most famous artists in all of history. We’ll just have to get them authenticated.”
“Well of COURSE they’re authentic; pirates don’t hoard fakes, mate.”
“No...I understand that. But the authorities will be asking a lot of questions, and it’s best not to tell them it came from a pirate hoard. Whatever government this island falls under the jurisdiction of will claim the whole treasure as theirs.”
“They can’t do that! It’s MINE! ...and yours, o’ course, for rescuin’ me.”
“That’s my point. And we can’t exactly introduce you as a three hundred year old cursed pirate—“
“—three hundred and eighteen, mate, if ye wish to get to the specifics.”
“I don’t. With your accent, we’re going to have to get you a visa to live in the United States, and that means a birth certificate and ID’s from England. Nowadays, things are a bit more complicated than in your time, and even more so since nine-eleven, Captain.”
“Call me Jack. You saved my life; you’ve more than earned the right t’ call me by my given name. And what is a nine-eleven? ‘s Just numbers t’ me, mate.”
“Jack, then. Call me Will. Well, nine-eleven is when one of the tallest buildings in the world got hit by terrorists.”
“Terrorists?”
“Yeah. They flew two planes into the World Trade Center and one into the Pentagon.”
“Lad, if you’re not going to explain yer words, I’ll be much happier if ye don’t use them around me.”
“Some assholes killed a lot of people and the country has upped the security like crazy.”
“I take that to mean the military is guarding the port?”
“That too. We’re at war with Afghanistan.”
Jack wanted to strangle the whelp. “Fine. Don’t tell me what you mean. I just don’t care anymore!”
Will smiled. “You know, Jack, from all the writings in the journal and now meeting you and everything, I feel I’ve known you forever.”
Jack grinned., “Who knows? Maybe you have. Ah well. Let’s get going. You have no idea how much I hate this cave.”
The two men picked up as much gold as they could fit in their pockets plus one painting each, and made their way to the motorboat, Jack in the lead. As he walked through a patch of moonlight, Will shrieked. Jack stopped and turned around. “What?”
“I’m sorry. I forgot...the curse...it’s just...after talking to you it’s hard to remember you’re not exactly a living human being.”
Jack chuckled as he turned around and continued leading the way to the beach area. “Oh, I’m that, all right. A living human being that just happens to be a little bit cursed But as soon as I get that coin I’ll hightail it back here and break the curse immediately.” Jack looked over the motorboat. “Where are the oars?”
“There aren’t any. It’s a motorboat.”
“All right. A steel boat that doesn’t need rowing. With my curse, I shouldn’t be surprised at anything, to be sure.”
Will chuckled. “Don’t worry. You’ll get used to it. Oh...the boat’s aluminum, by the way. Hop in.”
“I’ll shove us off. You’re wearin’ those nice shoes or whatever they are, and I’m barefoot.”
Will shrugged and got in, sitting in the back next to the motor. Jack pushed the little boat out into the water, climbed in and sat in the front, facing the stern and looking at Will. Will turned and stood up, braced his knee on the seat and pulled the starter; the motor immediately caught, starting up with a loud roar; Jack launched himself backwards over the bow of the boat into the water, scuttling backward onto the beach to get away from the loud noise. “What in the nine circles of Hell IS that monster?!”
Will laughed. “You should have seen yourself! It’s just the motor. I said it was a motorboat.”
Jack climbed back into the boat and sat down. “You didn’t say it was so loud. Warn me about these kinds of things, all right?”
Still giggling, Will nodded as he guided the small boat toward the cave entrance. “Ok. It’s just hard to remember you don’t know about things like that.”
At that moment, the boat exited the cave into full moonlight. Jack laughed as Will squeaked and tried to “become one with the motor” trying to get away from the skeleton before him. “And it’s hard to remember YOU are so afraid of ME in the moonlight.” He turned to see the forty-foot yacht before them. “She’s BEAUTIFUL! I take it there is a motor aboard yon ship as well, eh?”
Will put his fear under control. /This is NOT Dawn of the Dead...he’s NOT going to eat my brains!/ “Yes. A much larger engine, but you can really barely hear it compared to this one, actually.”
Jack shook his head, trinkets tinkling softly against bone and each other. “She’s gorgeous, to be sure, but she’ll never give you the freedom of a ship with sails.”
“True...yachts need gasoline. Sailing ships don’t.”
Will ignored Jack’s curiosity about “gasoline” as they came a’ long side the yacht. Jack climbed aboard, hauling the paintings safely on deck before reaching a skeletal hand down to Will.
“That’s all right, Jack...uuuuuuhhhI can do it mmmyself.”
Jack chortled and stepped back, waiting and tried not to smirk watching the boy’s gyrations as he struggled awkwardly over the rail. /Not bad—for a lubber, that is./ Jack considered it wise to keep these thoughts to himself as together, they hauled up the motorboat.
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TBC
A/N: I've got more. You want more? Just hit the REVIEW button and tell me how I'm doing, savvy?
Pirates of the Caribbean – PG-13
Copyright. Characters, not mine. See the Mouse. Story, mine, but I make no money. He does, but not on this.
Typing convention: / is used for thoughts. * - * - * is used for scene changes and passages of time.
Summary: It’s the year 2001. Will Turner, descendent of a particular blacksmith, has been left a journal and a scarf...leading him to a particular cave.
Beta: The great BetaGoddess Pendragginink. She’s fantastic! And way too modest for her own good!
NOTE: I live for reviews. No reviews, the muses go out gambling (we DO live in Las Vegas, after all) and I can’t get any writing done. Can’t figure out if anyone likes it if they don’t review. So REVIEW! PLEEEEEEZE???
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Chapter 3 – Revelations
“Hey, mate. You gave me quite a fright there.”
Will felt something cool and gentle on his cheek and opened his eyes to see Jack looking intently at him, one arm propping him up in a sitting position, the other patting his face, waking him up. The image of the skeleton opening his flashlight intruded upon Will’s consciousness and he squeaked, scrambling backward away from the startled pirate. “I gave YOU a fright?!” He got up and turned to run, but was shoved flat, tackled from behind.
“Yes, YOU gave ME a fright. I can’t have my only way off this cursed island up and die on me, savvy?”
Will froze under Jack like a deer in the headlights of a Peterbilt and started whimpering. “I’ll give you anything you want...just PLEASE don’t kill me!”
Jack looked hurt. “Kill you? NEVER would I think of killin’ a relative of one of my best mates! You’re like family to me, whelp! In fact, I knew three of your direct ancestors if I’m not mistaken.” He helped the boy up.
“Three?”
“Aye. Firstly, there was Bill: a fine pirate and a good friend. Secondly there was his whelp William: the finest sword maker in the New World and one of the finest swordsman as well. We saved each other’s lives more ‘n once. William’s lovely wife Elizabeth as well, though it was before he married her. Then there was Billy. Cute as a button, ‘e was. Last time I saw the family he was all of six years old and loved playin’ ‘pirate’ wiv ‘is Grampa Jack. They named me ‘is godfather, ye know.”
Will looked at the pirate with new respect. “That IS mentioned in the journal! You really ARE the Jack Sparrow from the 1700’s, aren’t you?”
“Aye, lad, that I am. Tell me, Young Turner...what is the date? From watchin’ the trees grow from that thrice-damned apple, I know it’s been many a year; I started counting the days, but, after a few years...”
“It’s November fifth, two-thousand and one.”
“’s almost three hundred years I’ve been forced to watch that blighter Barbossa rot?! Lad, I was tacked to that bloody chest in the year of Our Lord 1728. I’ve had that same view for two hundred seventy-three years, mate, and here I am, finally freed by a descendent of the best mates I ever had. That makes you my best mate now, lad. If there’s ANYTHING I can do for you...ANYTHING at ALL...”
“You could keep quiet while I try to assimilate all of this in my head...”
“O’ course, lad. No problem.” Jack walked over to the chest and picked up the tricorn hat, putting it on his head. He swaggered back to Will. “I do wish I had my scarf though...it kept the hat clean. I’m afraid I was nabbed out of a perfectly sound sleep. I was lucky they grabbed me hat.”
Will stared at him. “A long red scarf with a bunch of dots on it?”
“Aye, though I’d hardly call the most detailed treasure map in the Caribbean a ‘bunch of dots’.”
Will brought out the scarf he kept in his pocket and looked at it under the light. “THIS is a treasure map? Looks like just a bunch of dots splattered on the fabric.”
Immediately, Jack snatched off his hat and ran to Will, grabbed the scarf, and tied it around his head, sighing deeply as he repositioned the hat over it. Somehow, it looked right that way.
“Aye, it would look like that to anyone wot didn’t draw it.”
“Which was you?”
Jack grinned, his eyes twinkling in the light. “Which was me.”
“What kind of treasure?”
“Pirate treasure, laddie, and plenty of it; but I was lucky enough to come across the coordinates of several sunken Spanish treasure ships. Now...in MY time, all I could do was mark them on the chart. But I’ve always held faith in man’s ingenuity, mate, and I’ll bet you guineas to farthings that we can go haul them up in THIS time period.”
“I’d be a fool to take that bet...they’re bringing stuff up from the Titanic, and that’s three miles under water.”
“Titanic, eh? I’m just guessing, but with a name like ‘Titanic’ she must have been a massive ship. I’d ha’e given my right arm to sail her.”
Will giggled. “The titanic wasn’t a sailing ship, actually. Titanic was made of steel and had several engines each the size of the ships you sailed. It hit an iceberg in 1912.”
“Hmm...I’m going to have to see this new world of yours, lad. It doesn’t sound anything at all like the world I knew.” He put a friendly, guiding arm around Will’s shoulder and started walking him toward the entrance. “So why don’t we just get going so you can show it to me. Then we can start bringin’ up treasure together, eh? Equal shares.”
Will stopped and turned to Jack. “But all THIS treasure...”
“Can’t be found by anyone but you or me, mate. Unless you tell someone, anyway. I’ve had no visitors since Bo’sun and Twigg fastened me to that bloody chest, an’ as they never came back for the treasure, I can only surmise that they came to a no good end just after leavin’ the area. So th’ treasure’s safe, mate. We’ll take a chest or two...just enough to buy whatever equipment we may need to bring up a treasure ship. Mr. Turner, I’m going to make you rich beyond your wildest dreams.”
“Ummm....Captain Sparrow...between winning the Powerball and my share of this cave’s treasure, I already am.”
“Whit kind of magical orb is this ‘Powerball’? I’ve never ‘eard of it.”
Will laughed. “The Powerball is a lottery game; you can win a lot of money. I won three hundred million dollars playing it. I took the cash option, so after taxes, I got to keep almost one hundred million dollars.”
“Dollars. How do they compare with guineas?”
“I wouldn’t know. This is the farthest I’ve ever been away from home.”
“And where is ‘home’?”
“Los Angeles. But I’ve been thinking of buying one of the islands in the Caribbean.”
“Does Los Angeles have hurricanes, mate?”
“No. We get earthquakes.”
“Well, depending on the island, you’ll get both in the Caribbean. Now...can we PLEASE just pack up what we’re taking and leave?” Jack climbed carefuly up the hill of gold again and grabbed the sword that had kept him pinned to the chest for centuries.
“Why the rush? I haven’t seen the whole cave system.”
“Well I have, and there’s nothing special about the rest of it at all. Just more gold and some paintings and such. Look, mate. I’ve had the same view for over two hundred seventy years. Could we please go somewhere ELSE so that I can get to work on freeing myself from this curse?”
Will started. “How do you do that?”
“Well, what I have to do is get the missing coin, put some of my blood on it and drop it back in the chest, an’ seeing as how Bo’sun and Twigg took the coin with ‘em, finding that coin is the place to start.”
“The Internet might help. You can find all kinds of weird stuff on the Net.”
“I’m not even bothering to ask, mate.” Jack looked confused, but he obviously didn’t want to admit it.
“Don’t worry...I’ll show you on the yacht’s computer.”
Jack’s expression said he wanted either to explode with questions or cry.
Will giggled. “Ok, we’ll leave. And I can show you whatever you want to know.”
Jack seemed to accept that. “All right. What would ye prefer to take this trip?”
“You said there were paintings?”
“Yes...err...” The pirate thought for a moment. “Ah yes. Just in here.” He led the way into another room off to the side.
Will sorted through some of the paintings and his jaw dropped. “We’ll take these two paintings and a handful of coins a ‘piece.”
“I can understand the whys and wherefores of the gold, but what’s so special about these paintings?”
“You see the names in the corner?”
“Aye. This one says ‘Rembrandt’, and tha’ one there says...’Leonardo’, I think.”
“Yes, and each of these paintings is worth a fortune. Rembrandt and Da Vinci are two of the most famous artists in all of history. We’ll just have to get them authenticated.”
“Well of COURSE they’re authentic; pirates don’t hoard fakes, mate.”
“No...I understand that. But the authorities will be asking a lot of questions, and it’s best not to tell them it came from a pirate hoard. Whatever government this island falls under the jurisdiction of will claim the whole treasure as theirs.”
“They can’t do that! It’s MINE! ...and yours, o’ course, for rescuin’ me.”
“That’s my point. And we can’t exactly introduce you as a three hundred year old cursed pirate—“
“—three hundred and eighteen, mate, if ye wish to get to the specifics.”
“I don’t. With your accent, we’re going to have to get you a visa to live in the United States, and that means a birth certificate and ID’s from England. Nowadays, things are a bit more complicated than in your time, and even more so since nine-eleven, Captain.”
“Call me Jack. You saved my life; you’ve more than earned the right t’ call me by my given name. And what is a nine-eleven? ‘s Just numbers t’ me, mate.”
“Jack, then. Call me Will. Well, nine-eleven is when one of the tallest buildings in the world got hit by terrorists.”
“Terrorists?”
“Yeah. They flew two planes into the World Trade Center and one into the Pentagon.”
“Lad, if you’re not going to explain yer words, I’ll be much happier if ye don’t use them around me.”
“Some assholes killed a lot of people and the country has upped the security like crazy.”
“I take that to mean the military is guarding the port?”
“That too. We’re at war with Afghanistan.”
Jack wanted to strangle the whelp. “Fine. Don’t tell me what you mean. I just don’t care anymore!”
Will smiled. “You know, Jack, from all the writings in the journal and now meeting you and everything, I feel I’ve known you forever.”
Jack grinned., “Who knows? Maybe you have. Ah well. Let’s get going. You have no idea how much I hate this cave.”
The two men picked up as much gold as they could fit in their pockets plus one painting each, and made their way to the motorboat, Jack in the lead. As he walked through a patch of moonlight, Will shrieked. Jack stopped and turned around. “What?”
“I’m sorry. I forgot...the curse...it’s just...after talking to you it’s hard to remember you’re not exactly a living human being.”
Jack chuckled as he turned around and continued leading the way to the beach area. “Oh, I’m that, all right. A living human being that just happens to be a little bit cursed But as soon as I get that coin I’ll hightail it back here and break the curse immediately.” Jack looked over the motorboat. “Where are the oars?”
“There aren’t any. It’s a motorboat.”
“All right. A steel boat that doesn’t need rowing. With my curse, I shouldn’t be surprised at anything, to be sure.”
Will chuckled. “Don’t worry. You’ll get used to it. Oh...the boat’s aluminum, by the way. Hop in.”
“I’ll shove us off. You’re wearin’ those nice shoes or whatever they are, and I’m barefoot.”
Will shrugged and got in, sitting in the back next to the motor. Jack pushed the little boat out into the water, climbed in and sat in the front, facing the stern and looking at Will. Will turned and stood up, braced his knee on the seat and pulled the starter; the motor immediately caught, starting up with a loud roar; Jack launched himself backwards over the bow of the boat into the water, scuttling backward onto the beach to get away from the loud noise. “What in the nine circles of Hell IS that monster?!”
Will laughed. “You should have seen yourself! It’s just the motor. I said it was a motorboat.”
Jack climbed back into the boat and sat down. “You didn’t say it was so loud. Warn me about these kinds of things, all right?”
Still giggling, Will nodded as he guided the small boat toward the cave entrance. “Ok. It’s just hard to remember you don’t know about things like that.”
At that moment, the boat exited the cave into full moonlight. Jack laughed as Will squeaked and tried to “become one with the motor” trying to get away from the skeleton before him. “And it’s hard to remember YOU are so afraid of ME in the moonlight.” He turned to see the forty-foot yacht before them. “She’s BEAUTIFUL! I take it there is a motor aboard yon ship as well, eh?”
Will put his fear under control. /This is NOT Dawn of the Dead...he’s NOT going to eat my brains!/ “Yes. A much larger engine, but you can really barely hear it compared to this one, actually.”
Jack shook his head, trinkets tinkling softly against bone and each other. “She’s gorgeous, to be sure, but she’ll never give you the freedom of a ship with sails.”
“True...yachts need gasoline. Sailing ships don’t.”
Will ignored Jack’s curiosity about “gasoline” as they came a’ long side the yacht. Jack climbed aboard, hauling the paintings safely on deck before reaching a skeletal hand down to Will.
“That’s all right, Jack...uuuuuuhhhI can do it mmmyself.”
Jack chortled and stepped back, waiting and tried not to smirk watching the boy’s gyrations as he struggled awkwardly over the rail. /Not bad—for a lubber, that is./ Jack considered it wise to keep these thoughts to himself as together, they hauled up the motorboat.
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TBC
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