Evangeline McKenna has won Jack Sparrow's heart. Now, as she joins him again on his beloved Pearl, outside forces threaten to tear them-and everyone else-apart. The crew teams up with new and old forces to defeat a wealthy man in London who wants no...
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Evangeline felt lost. The city of Shipwreck was a far cry from anywhere she had found herself before. Jack was right; it wasn't Tortuga, but it wasn't London or Folkstone either. Every establishment had been created with ship parts, expertly mashed together and hidden in plain sight. Yet, it was a clean and almost serene place. There was no one about, no loud noises or sounds of pistols being shot off into the night. She could not gauge exactly where she was.
"You grew up here?" She asked as he walked with her, their hands loosely clasped together.
"Aye. Caused all sorts of mischief up and down these winding streets as a lad. In fact, I recall having a friend who lived just above this little shop here," he said, pointing to a flat above them.
She smiled, and imagined a young Jack running along the shops, his father's hat wobbling on his head as his friends chased him. She imagined him stealing kisses from pretty young girls in the back alleyways, and of him leaving his sister behind as he went to make his own way in the world.
"Here we are," he said quietly, as he approached a large building that found itself disconnected from the rest of the town.
The place was painted white, the color chipping with age. Shutters had been fashioned and painted blue. There were three stories in all, so the building towered over its neighbors. The doorway was wide and the name Teague had been carefully carved into a piece of wood just above it. This was his home.
He knocked loudly and stepped back, as if he knew exactly what to expect. After a moment, the door creaked open and a tall young woman came into view. Evangeline was not given the chance to truly look at her, because the woman dashed into Jack's arms and hid her face in his shoulder. The force nearly swept Jack off his feet, and he steadied himself as he hugged her tight.
"Oh, Ena. Dove. 'Tis alright," he soothed her, his hand gently rubbing her back.
Geline turned away, her hands clasped together at the handle of her valise, to give the two privacy.
"Da's gone," Ena cried into Jack's collar, her arms attached to his neck.
"I know. I'm here to sort it all out, dove. I'm here now."
The siblings stayed in their embrace, the flames from the lamps creating elongated shadows of the two for several feet down the stoned street. When Ena finally pried herself from her brother, Jack took her chin in his hand and lifted her face up towards him.
"Now, let me look at ya properly," he said softly. "Who gave you permission to look so much like Ma, hmm? You were only a babe when I last left ya last."
This garnered a small chuckle from Ena, who dabbed at the tears in the corner of her eyes.
"Jack, I'm twenty now. You haven't been gone so long since the last call of the Brethren as to have forgotten."
Ena had a beautiful deep voice that reverberated off their surroundings.
"Tis not nice to lie, dove. Twenty? Ten and ten? Absolute shite. You were only sixteen last time I saw ya. I am positively not old enough for ya to be a woman," he replied, half-joking, half in panic.
