Seth hadn't talked to anyone for 1 week. He ignored Isla, he glared at me and avoided Jack. I was on deck rocking Isla, singing softly to make her go to sleep. Her hair was still the same length and really curly, I couldn't see any difference in her. To me she would always be the baby, descendant of Captain Sparrow. I stole a glance at the horizon and saw a ship with white sails. My eyes narrowed as I stumbled to the helm, where Jack was predictably gripping the wheel.
"Jack?"
"Aye?"
"Have you seen the ship with white sails over yonder?"
A frown creased Jack's eyebrows as he said, "Aye, I have. But the colours aren't up and the cannons are not set. They must be friends."
"Friendly English?" I said, raising my eyebrows in disbelief. "What if it's Beckett?"
"If it is, which is entirely probable, then we shall see what he wants. It had better not be the rum."
I rolled my eyes. "It won't be rum. Apparently, it is a vile drink which turns even the most respectable men into complete scoundrels."
Jack looked confused for a moment then span the wheel towards the white sails.
"Lets see who wants to chat with the one and only Captain Jack Sparrow."
YOU ARE READING
Where we will, we'll roam
RandomLia Sparrow has always been second best. With her mum, and now her dad. But when given the chance she had the opportunity to prove herself. With her brother in desperate need of help and Sao Feng hunting her down, will she ever prove who she really...
