The Line that Divides
I'm back! And here's the people who reviewed for the last chapter in my last story-
AbbieNormal182-I have never seen someone give birth...thankfully lol. I've seen a horse give birth...and a cat...and a dog...and a pig, OH-and also a howler monkey! What can I say, I watch Animal Planet a lot! Thanks for the review!!
PED-Sarah-Aww thanks!! Read the sequel! Thanks!
LadyKaGoMe409-Yup! I thought you'd be a little more excited, but eh whatever lol. Thanks!
CaptainSparrowsFeistyLass-LOL! *They had a little Jack that looked just like big Jack! YAY!* lol!! And what is it with people saying, "WHOOT WHOOT!" to me, all the time!! Lol! You are like the 5th person who has said "WHOOT WHOOT" to me in the past week! Thanks for the review!!
Angie-No prob! Lol, I barely started the new story, so you can't thank me yet...thank me when I put up the first chappie!
SuzzieQue-Yes it's over...for now! Because there is a sequel! YIPPEE! Thank you!...can I share the rum? lol
I HAVE THE PERFECT SEQUEL TO SKYLARKS AND SPARROWS!! YAY! I have been working on this for 6 days straight *just this chapter alone!* and I've been working VERY hard, so I hope all of you enjoy it!
Summery: Jack and Juniper travel back to Port Royal to see Will and Liz 10 years later. Young Jack is now 15; Young Pearl is now 16...how would Jack Sr. like it if his son fell in love with the daughter of a eunuch?
Disclaimer: I do not own POTC or the title to this story-POTC belongs to Disney and the title belongs to my brother's band, A Lesser Concern. I do, however, own Jack Jr., Pearl and Juniper...oh yes, I also own the man at the docks...hehe, I bought him for 2 dollars at eBay.
Chapter 1-Unexpected Visits
Young Jack stared across the endless sea and wondered what adventures lay in front of him. With pirate parents and a whole crew to torture, he had much experience being both sailor and pirate. He earned his sea legs when we was very young, but like his father...he had a sort of waddle to his walk when he walked on land. Although unlike his father, he had never touched lips to rum, or any alcoholic substance, which Jack Sr. found to be a sin.
His favorite part of being a pirate was definitely the sword fighting. He could beat anyone he came across on the sea (Except his father, of course) and then some. Although, he definitely loved having a pirate family. The stories they told were unbelievable and amazing. Especially the one his father told him about beating Barbossa and his crew of the immortal miscreants. His father tried to convince him in was true, but Jack wouldn't believe him. How could pirates be immortal??
Jack always was the spitting image of his father, but the older he got, the truer it became. They looked exactly alike, walked like each other, talked like each other...in fact the only difference was that Jack Sr. loved rum and Jack Jr. loathed the stuff.
"Jack! Ready the sails, we're due at Port Royale!"
"Due at Port Royale? Why, Father?"
A toothy grin grew on Jack Sr.'s face. "We're to make a visit."
Young Jack raised an eyebrow. "A...a visit? Since when do we make visits?"
"Since now, back to work! We're due anytime now!"
"Ok, dad!" He saluted his father and got to work. He slowly started humming "A Pirates Life For Me", to which his father began to sing the song as well. He loved when his father sang; his low voice crooning the melody that the whole crew knew quite well.
Jack wondered why his father wanted to make a visit. Since when did his father 'visit' someone? More of a question than that, since when did his father have friends? And in Port Royale? Jack figured it must've been for revenge; Port Royale was filled with Naval Officers. No pirate was safe there. ~*~*~*~
Pearl Turner sat in a large room in her house, sitting in a wooden chair and doing a needlepoint sampler. She looked at her work; a little crooked, the string sticking out in places where it wasn't supposed to, the wrong colors in the wrong places. She sighed heavily and leaned back.
"Mother? How much longer?"
"How much did you get done?"
Pearl showed her mother the work, and though her mother cringed at the sight of the sampler, she waved Pearl off to do whatever she pleased. Pearl squealed with delight and was off to see her father at the smithy.
Elizabeth Turner was quite worried with her daughter. She was to choose a suitor soon and could still not get a sampler right, even at the age of 16. Elizabeth secretly hoped that her daughter would find someone she truly loved, like Elizabeth had done herself. She couldn't imagine what her life would be like if she ended up marrying that Commodore. Actually, she really could imagine it. It would be a dull, boring life...away from William.
William, the man she loved, worked as a blacksmith. The two of them used to be pirates, but once Elizabeth got pregnant with Pearl, they devoted their time to their daughter. William had more of an influence; Pearl would much rather swordfight then do a sampler.
Pearl left the house as quickly as she could. She lifted her dress and petticoats and ran as fast as her feet could carry her in her little shoes. If only Pearl wasn't in search of adventure all the time, she would make the perfect wife. She had long, dirty blonde hair with dark brown eyes. She was slender and looked lovely in dresses, even if she hated to wear them. She would inherit a lot of money passed down from her grandfather, who once was mayor. But Pearl wasn't interested in finding a husband-she would rather find adventure on the sea.
Pearl heard stories of her birth. She was fascinated that she was born right on a pirate ship. Especially since her idol was right there when the whole thing happened. Pearl tried to imagine her parents being friends with THE Captain Jack Sparrow, but she couldn't picture it. She read every book she could find on him and knew everything there was to know about him.
She pushed past everyone in the streets, muttering a 'Pardon me,' or 'Excuse me' every so often. She finally reached the armory and ran inside.
"Father!" She ran into the arms of the man and hugged him tightly.
"Hello, Pearl!" He returned to making the dagger he was working on.
"What can I do today?"
"Nothing, Pearl. I'm almost wrapped up for today."
She looked at him with wide eyes and sat down with a frown on her face.
"Pearl? What's the matter?"
"I get out of needlepoint, run all the way here, and you tell me I can't do anything? What a disappointment..."
"Well," Her father started. "I think I can make that up. I have a present for you."
Pearl's eyes widened and glistened. "A present?"
"Yes." He pulled out a bag with a little bow on the top and handed it to his excited daughter. She pulled the bow and looked inside, to which she gasped.
"Father! It's beautiful!!" She pulled out a new, sparkling dagger, which engraved in the blade was a detailed picture of a pearl and her initials, PT. (A/N: If you haven't noticed, I think daggers are really cool, especially if they have something engraved in the blade...is that possible?)
She went to hug him, but remembered the object in her hand. She put down the dagger (To avoid any serious injuries), THEN hugged her father.
"Thank you, Father. I love it."
"You're welcome. Now run along home, I'm going to finish up here then be home in time for dinner."
"Ok, Father." Pearl put her dagger in the bag and skipped along home to see her mother.
At the sound of the creaking door, Elizabeth called to her daughter. "Pearl, I fixed your sampler a little bit, I think it looks..."
"I can't talk now, Mother. Father gave me a dagger and I want to sharpen it." Pearl ran up to her quarters while humming, "A Pirate's Life For Me,"-the song Elizabeth used to sing her to sleep.
Elizabeth's eyes widened as she slapped her forehead and muttered, "Oh no..." ~*~*~*~
"WILLIAM TURNER, JUST WHAT WERE YOU THINKING?!" Liz bellowed to her husband. "You know her obsession with pirates will be insatiable until she meets one herself, so you go and make her a dagger?!"
"To protect herself with, yes."
"Protect herself against what?!"
"You never know what could be around here! You didn't think pirates came around these parts until you were kidnapped by 5 of them!"
"That was a long time ago, Will!"
"It doesn't matter how long ago it was, it could still happen!"
"I just don't think it's a good idea for her to keep sharp object in her room!"
"Liz, I think it's time we started teaching her how to use a sword."
"What good will that do? She won't ever have the need to use a sword!"
"That's what you thought as well. You had to attack those immortal pirates too."
Liz scrunched up her face and clenched her fists. Sometimes her husband drove her mad, but she learned to live with that.
"Fine, Will. Teach her how to use a sword, but don't kill her in the process please?"
"You know I won't." He got up, kissed his wife's cheek and walked to his room to change and bathe. He looked quite disgusting from the hard day's work and always felt better after a bath. ~*~*~*~
"Please, Father?"
"No!"
"Please...?"
"I said no!"
"Why not?!"
"Because, lad, it's for me to know and for ye to...I don't know, find out eventually?"
Jack rolled his eyes at his father and continued working on the 'Pearl'. He was dieing to know where his father was taking him and the crew. Well, he knew that they were headed for Port Royale, but he really wanted to know who they would meet there.
"If it helps," Jack's mother Juniper whispered into his ear, "We're meeting an old friend of Jack and mine. Well...let's say old friends." She winked at him and walked back over to her husband.
'Yeah, that helps,' Jack thought to himself as he continued the work. He honestly adored his father, but hated it when his father was mysterious.
"ANCHOR DOWN!" He heard his father bark to the crew. This meant that Jack could sit down and stop working. Or so he thought.
"You," his father pointed at him. "You're comin' with me. Come on, boy."
Jack leapt off his seat and followed closely to his father. His mother followed along as well; Jack was guessing that she knew these people too.
As they rushed off the boat and into Port Royale, they knew exactly what to expect, seeing as they had done this many times.
"It'll be one shilling to tie up your boat, sir," The man at the dock said "And I need to know your name."
Jack Sr. sighed. How many times had he gone through this with the same man?
He handed over one shiny shilling and muttered, "Mr. Smith..."
"Welcome to Port Royale, Mr. Smith and family!" They walked past him and Jack Sr. laughed. He knew he'd been coming to Port Royale and figured out how to find counterfeit money.
They walked up the docks and every once and a while, went to hide behind something. It wasn't hard to be sent to the gallows in Port Royale.
They walked for a while, just trying to find the correct place. Jack Jr. looked confused as he walked behind his parents. He didn't know when they'd stop or even rest. He doubted they would rest; his father wouldn't stop for anything. He had this look of determination that nothing would satisfy.
Finally, after a long walk, they reached a large white house.
"This is it!"
Jack Jr. started laughing hysterically.
"No, really, where is it?"
Jack Sr. looked to his son. "This is it...honest."
Jack Jr. lost all humor. "But...why are we going into a big house? Who are these people?"
"You'll see in a second!" Jack said, frustrated. ~*~*~*~
Pearl sat back in her house, once again, making her sampler with her mother. The house was eerily quiet, which made Pearl want to scream. She hated silence, especially if there was someone else with her. It felt awkward, really.
"Ouch!" Pearl muttered as she pricked herself for the fifth time with her needle. She waved her hand in the air, then began to suck on her injured finger.
Liz sighed. "Dear, we've been over this. You put the needle in the CLOTH...not your finger!"
Pearl stabbed her cloth in frustration and sat back in the chair, folding her arms. She would never understand needlepoint or ever get a suitor...and surprisingly, none of that bothered her at all.
Pearl heard three large knocks at the door and ran as fast as she could to answer the door.
"PEARL!" Liz yelled after her. "I COULD'VE SWORN WE HAD MAIDS TO ANSWER THE DOOR!!"
Pearl continued running anyway. It was her one chance to get away from needlepoint and actually do something else.
"OOMPH!!" She fell to the ground in a thud, and looked up into a pair of confused eyes.
"Hello, Father!" She got up and went to run again.
"OH, NO YOU DON'T!" He grabbed her shoulder and pushed her away from the door.
He slowly grabbed the doorknob and turned it. Once the door was open, his eyes widened. He rubbed them, and took another peek. Pearl peeked from behind the door, saw what her father gawked at, and gracefully fainted to the wooden floor.
A/N: *sighs* Finally! It took me forever to finish this chapter...but goodie! A new story to start!
I'm back! And here's the people who reviewed for the last chapter in my last story-
AbbieNormal182-I have never seen someone give birth...thankfully lol. I've seen a horse give birth...and a cat...and a dog...and a pig, OH-and also a howler monkey! What can I say, I watch Animal Planet a lot! Thanks for the review!!
PED-Sarah-Aww thanks!! Read the sequel! Thanks!
LadyKaGoMe409-Yup! I thought you'd be a little more excited, but eh whatever lol. Thanks!
CaptainSparrowsFeistyLass-LOL! *They had a little Jack that looked just like big Jack! YAY!* lol!! And what is it with people saying, "WHOOT WHOOT!" to me, all the time!! Lol! You are like the 5th person who has said "WHOOT WHOOT" to me in the past week! Thanks for the review!!
Angie-No prob! Lol, I barely started the new story, so you can't thank me yet...thank me when I put up the first chappie!
SuzzieQue-Yes it's over...for now! Because there is a sequel! YIPPEE! Thank you!...can I share the rum? lol
I HAVE THE PERFECT SEQUEL TO SKYLARKS AND SPARROWS!! YAY! I have been working on this for 6 days straight *just this chapter alone!* and I've been working VERY hard, so I hope all of you enjoy it!
Summery: Jack and Juniper travel back to Port Royal to see Will and Liz 10 years later. Young Jack is now 15; Young Pearl is now 16...how would Jack Sr. like it if his son fell in love with the daughter of a eunuch?
Disclaimer: I do not own POTC or the title to this story-POTC belongs to Disney and the title belongs to my brother's band, A Lesser Concern. I do, however, own Jack Jr., Pearl and Juniper...oh yes, I also own the man at the docks...hehe, I bought him for 2 dollars at eBay.
Chapter 1-Unexpected Visits
Young Jack stared across the endless sea and wondered what adventures lay in front of him. With pirate parents and a whole crew to torture, he had much experience being both sailor and pirate. He earned his sea legs when we was very young, but like his father...he had a sort of waddle to his walk when he walked on land. Although unlike his father, he had never touched lips to rum, or any alcoholic substance, which Jack Sr. found to be a sin.
His favorite part of being a pirate was definitely the sword fighting. He could beat anyone he came across on the sea (Except his father, of course) and then some. Although, he definitely loved having a pirate family. The stories they told were unbelievable and amazing. Especially the one his father told him about beating Barbossa and his crew of the immortal miscreants. His father tried to convince him in was true, but Jack wouldn't believe him. How could pirates be immortal??
Jack always was the spitting image of his father, but the older he got, the truer it became. They looked exactly alike, walked like each other, talked like each other...in fact the only difference was that Jack Sr. loved rum and Jack Jr. loathed the stuff.
"Jack! Ready the sails, we're due at Port Royale!"
"Due at Port Royale? Why, Father?"
A toothy grin grew on Jack Sr.'s face. "We're to make a visit."
Young Jack raised an eyebrow. "A...a visit? Since when do we make visits?"
"Since now, back to work! We're due anytime now!"
"Ok, dad!" He saluted his father and got to work. He slowly started humming "A Pirates Life For Me", to which his father began to sing the song as well. He loved when his father sang; his low voice crooning the melody that the whole crew knew quite well.
Jack wondered why his father wanted to make a visit. Since when did his father 'visit' someone? More of a question than that, since when did his father have friends? And in Port Royale? Jack figured it must've been for revenge; Port Royale was filled with Naval Officers. No pirate was safe there. ~*~*~*~
Pearl Turner sat in a large room in her house, sitting in a wooden chair and doing a needlepoint sampler. She looked at her work; a little crooked, the string sticking out in places where it wasn't supposed to, the wrong colors in the wrong places. She sighed heavily and leaned back.
"Mother? How much longer?"
"How much did you get done?"
Pearl showed her mother the work, and though her mother cringed at the sight of the sampler, she waved Pearl off to do whatever she pleased. Pearl squealed with delight and was off to see her father at the smithy.
Elizabeth Turner was quite worried with her daughter. She was to choose a suitor soon and could still not get a sampler right, even at the age of 16. Elizabeth secretly hoped that her daughter would find someone she truly loved, like Elizabeth had done herself. She couldn't imagine what her life would be like if she ended up marrying that Commodore. Actually, she really could imagine it. It would be a dull, boring life...away from William.
William, the man she loved, worked as a blacksmith. The two of them used to be pirates, but once Elizabeth got pregnant with Pearl, they devoted their time to their daughter. William had more of an influence; Pearl would much rather swordfight then do a sampler.
Pearl left the house as quickly as she could. She lifted her dress and petticoats and ran as fast as her feet could carry her in her little shoes. If only Pearl wasn't in search of adventure all the time, she would make the perfect wife. She had long, dirty blonde hair with dark brown eyes. She was slender and looked lovely in dresses, even if she hated to wear them. She would inherit a lot of money passed down from her grandfather, who once was mayor. But Pearl wasn't interested in finding a husband-she would rather find adventure on the sea.
Pearl heard stories of her birth. She was fascinated that she was born right on a pirate ship. Especially since her idol was right there when the whole thing happened. Pearl tried to imagine her parents being friends with THE Captain Jack Sparrow, but she couldn't picture it. She read every book she could find on him and knew everything there was to know about him.
She pushed past everyone in the streets, muttering a 'Pardon me,' or 'Excuse me' every so often. She finally reached the armory and ran inside.
"Father!" She ran into the arms of the man and hugged him tightly.
"Hello, Pearl!" He returned to making the dagger he was working on.
"What can I do today?"
"Nothing, Pearl. I'm almost wrapped up for today."
She looked at him with wide eyes and sat down with a frown on her face.
"Pearl? What's the matter?"
"I get out of needlepoint, run all the way here, and you tell me I can't do anything? What a disappointment..."
"Well," Her father started. "I think I can make that up. I have a present for you."
Pearl's eyes widened and glistened. "A present?"
"Yes." He pulled out a bag with a little bow on the top and handed it to his excited daughter. She pulled the bow and looked inside, to which she gasped.
"Father! It's beautiful!!" She pulled out a new, sparkling dagger, which engraved in the blade was a detailed picture of a pearl and her initials, PT. (A/N: If you haven't noticed, I think daggers are really cool, especially if they have something engraved in the blade...is that possible?)
She went to hug him, but remembered the object in her hand. She put down the dagger (To avoid any serious injuries), THEN hugged her father.
"Thank you, Father. I love it."
"You're welcome. Now run along home, I'm going to finish up here then be home in time for dinner."
"Ok, Father." Pearl put her dagger in the bag and skipped along home to see her mother.
At the sound of the creaking door, Elizabeth called to her daughter. "Pearl, I fixed your sampler a little bit, I think it looks..."
"I can't talk now, Mother. Father gave me a dagger and I want to sharpen it." Pearl ran up to her quarters while humming, "A Pirate's Life For Me,"-the song Elizabeth used to sing her to sleep.
Elizabeth's eyes widened as she slapped her forehead and muttered, "Oh no..." ~*~*~*~
"WILLIAM TURNER, JUST WHAT WERE YOU THINKING?!" Liz bellowed to her husband. "You know her obsession with pirates will be insatiable until she meets one herself, so you go and make her a dagger?!"
"To protect herself with, yes."
"Protect herself against what?!"
"You never know what could be around here! You didn't think pirates came around these parts until you were kidnapped by 5 of them!"
"That was a long time ago, Will!"
"It doesn't matter how long ago it was, it could still happen!"
"I just don't think it's a good idea for her to keep sharp object in her room!"
"Liz, I think it's time we started teaching her how to use a sword."
"What good will that do? She won't ever have the need to use a sword!"
"That's what you thought as well. You had to attack those immortal pirates too."
Liz scrunched up her face and clenched her fists. Sometimes her husband drove her mad, but she learned to live with that.
"Fine, Will. Teach her how to use a sword, but don't kill her in the process please?"
"You know I won't." He got up, kissed his wife's cheek and walked to his room to change and bathe. He looked quite disgusting from the hard day's work and always felt better after a bath. ~*~*~*~
"Please, Father?"
"No!"
"Please...?"
"I said no!"
"Why not?!"
"Because, lad, it's for me to know and for ye to...I don't know, find out eventually?"
Jack rolled his eyes at his father and continued working on the 'Pearl'. He was dieing to know where his father was taking him and the crew. Well, he knew that they were headed for Port Royale, but he really wanted to know who they would meet there.
"If it helps," Jack's mother Juniper whispered into his ear, "We're meeting an old friend of Jack and mine. Well...let's say old friends." She winked at him and walked back over to her husband.
'Yeah, that helps,' Jack thought to himself as he continued the work. He honestly adored his father, but hated it when his father was mysterious.
"ANCHOR DOWN!" He heard his father bark to the crew. This meant that Jack could sit down and stop working. Or so he thought.
"You," his father pointed at him. "You're comin' with me. Come on, boy."
Jack leapt off his seat and followed closely to his father. His mother followed along as well; Jack was guessing that she knew these people too.
As they rushed off the boat and into Port Royale, they knew exactly what to expect, seeing as they had done this many times.
"It'll be one shilling to tie up your boat, sir," The man at the dock said "And I need to know your name."
Jack Sr. sighed. How many times had he gone through this with the same man?
He handed over one shiny shilling and muttered, "Mr. Smith..."
"Welcome to Port Royale, Mr. Smith and family!" They walked past him and Jack Sr. laughed. He knew he'd been coming to Port Royale and figured out how to find counterfeit money.
They walked up the docks and every once and a while, went to hide behind something. It wasn't hard to be sent to the gallows in Port Royale.
They walked for a while, just trying to find the correct place. Jack Jr. looked confused as he walked behind his parents. He didn't know when they'd stop or even rest. He doubted they would rest; his father wouldn't stop for anything. He had this look of determination that nothing would satisfy.
Finally, after a long walk, they reached a large white house.
"This is it!"
Jack Jr. started laughing hysterically.
"No, really, where is it?"
Jack Sr. looked to his son. "This is it...honest."
Jack Jr. lost all humor. "But...why are we going into a big house? Who are these people?"
"You'll see in a second!" Jack said, frustrated. ~*~*~*~
Pearl sat back in her house, once again, making her sampler with her mother. The house was eerily quiet, which made Pearl want to scream. She hated silence, especially if there was someone else with her. It felt awkward, really.
"Ouch!" Pearl muttered as she pricked herself for the fifth time with her needle. She waved her hand in the air, then began to suck on her injured finger.
Liz sighed. "Dear, we've been over this. You put the needle in the CLOTH...not your finger!"
Pearl stabbed her cloth in frustration and sat back in the chair, folding her arms. She would never understand needlepoint or ever get a suitor...and surprisingly, none of that bothered her at all.
Pearl heard three large knocks at the door and ran as fast as she could to answer the door.
"PEARL!" Liz yelled after her. "I COULD'VE SWORN WE HAD MAIDS TO ANSWER THE DOOR!!"
Pearl continued running anyway. It was her one chance to get away from needlepoint and actually do something else.
"OOMPH!!" She fell to the ground in a thud, and looked up into a pair of confused eyes.
"Hello, Father!" She got up and went to run again.
"OH, NO YOU DON'T!" He grabbed her shoulder and pushed her away from the door.
He slowly grabbed the doorknob and turned it. Once the door was open, his eyes widened. He rubbed them, and took another peek. Pearl peeked from behind the door, saw what her father gawked at, and gracefully fainted to the wooden floor.
A/N: *sighs* Finally! It took me forever to finish this chapter...but goodie! A new story to start!