Beyond the Horizon (JELSA)

-The Honest Merchant Sailor-

The people that mattered most to Elsa had made it back to the Moon. All the crewmembers were busy catching up with one another and introducing themselves. Some men grumbled about the abundance of females that were now a part of their crew. Most of them fell silent when Rapunzel and Anna tended to the wounded. The quest they were now all embarking on meant the two crews had to set aside their differences and figure out a way to succesfully join forces. 

Jack was sitting alone in his dimly lit cabin behind his desk. He took a big swig of rum. He couldn't help but drink after that feeling he had just felt moments ago. That strong urge to protect. It took him back to his past. Jack took a few more gulps from the bottle and then placed it down on his desk, putting it down with a loud thump. He staggered over towards his bunk and without taking his boots or his coat off he lied down and fell into a deep slumber.

Early 1730s

Jack staggered onto the docks, finally feeling land underneath his feet after what seemed like a never ending journey. He couldn't believe he had made it so long as a stowaway without being discovered in the hold of the merchantship. He figured they had crossed the Atlantic because they had gone so long without making any stops.

He made his way out of the harbor. He had no idea what he was going to do. He had no money, no nothing. He only had his best clothes on him which no longer seemed like his best clothes. No wonder people were giving him strange looks on the street. He looked dirty and malnourished. Jack ignored the looks and tried his best to recognize the language spoken on the street. Whenever he came to Europe it was either to England, Spain or France. Although he felt like he had heard this language before too. It couldn't be Dutch, the land here wasn't that flat. Jack had his bet on German although he wasn't familiar enough with the language to be entirely sure.

He spotted a water trough for horses on the side of the road and rushed towards it. He kneeled down infront of it and splashed the cool water all over his face, trying to rub the dirt stains off. He didn't care if people looked, they already did anyway.

Suddenly a big strong hand landed on his shoulder and easily pulled him around. Jack looked up to a middle aged man who was standing next to his white horse with the reigns in his hand. The man was well built, he had broad shoulders and a strong, muscular body. He sported a thick brown moustache and a beard. He also had a head of thick brown hair which was slightly gray at the roots. The things Jack noticed most were his kind green eyes and his neat and expensive clothing.

"Entschuldigung, suchen Sie etwas?"

"Uh, English. I-I speak English, and a tiny horrible bit of Spanish and French if it helps you at all." Jack rambled.

To his pleasant surprise the man started to laugh and held his hand out for Jack. Jack grabbed it and the man pulled him up. "What I asked was what you were looking for." The man said in accented but proper English, Jack could tell he was an educated man. The man took a long glance at Jack and concluded. "You look terrible."

"Given the circumstances this is the best I could do." Jack said with an apologetic look on his face.

"What happened to you?" The man asked curiously. 

"I-I, uh, lost my job." Jack lied. He wasn't going to tell this gentleman that he was a pirate who ran from home. "We, uh, were under attack and, uh, lost all of the cargo. The ones that survived were dismissed. I have been having trouble finding work since." Jack said, trying to sound as convincing as he possibly could. He was still impressed that he managed to make all of that up within a matter of seconds.

"I'm sorry," The man said. ''But you have experience working aboard a ship then?''

"Absolutely, sir. I grew up on 'em." Jack said confidently, it was no lie.