pirate son

[dcbicki]

Henry Turner  in “Pirates of the Caribbean: Dead Men Tell No Tales”

From this moment on, we are to be allies.

[someone-like-robsten]

Pirates of the Caribbean: Dead Men Tell No Tales → Will Turner meets his son

[sailorbcld]

regispraedonum:

Elizabeth chuckled, her brows drawing in the center. “You can’t just take in strays without asking me, sweetling. We haven’t the space.” She’d chosen a small home on the beach, her elegant manner home so estranged from her now. That life was long behind her. She sighed, “….I suppose you named him?”

“He’s small and doesn’t take up a lot room. H-he can sleep in my bed. And, he is a fine hunter. I don’t think rats stand a chance if he’s around.” 

Henry dared to smile, glad that his mother was capitulating. Even the small terrier began to wag his tail sensing he had been adopted. “I’ve been calling him Fin, because his tail sticks up like a shark or dolphin’s fin.” 

[sailorbcld]

lt-theodoregroves:

“I thought it would be fun. For the most part it is. Besides, to be a midshipman one has to volunteer, from midshipman then it’s to being an officer. And cleanliness is a requirement.”

Theodore straightened. “Turner and Swan?” He looked at the boy again, searching specifically for those traits similar to his parents. A slight smirk manifested in seeing the traits, despite his personal dislike of the boy’s parents. “I knew them, before either one were pirates. When your father was a blacksmith and Miss Swann was Governor Swann’s daughter.” And when she had manipulated and used the lot of them for her own ends. 

“You’re planning on yourself becoming the next Caribbean pirate lord then?”

Eyes went wide. “You know them? How?”

Henry sat himself on the top of the rail, legs dangling. This man was turning out to be far more interesting than he had first appeared. “I don’t know. I could just serve as first mate.”

[toodamnloyal]

He laughed, “Really? That’s your criteria for being a sailor? The amount of grime I’d collect?” Theodore rested a hand on the new section of rail and leaned on it. “Well, I am indeed a sailor. Presently, at home moonlighting as a carpenter, which I did before volunteering.”

“Both parents?” His eyebrows rose in interest. “That’s a rarity, “Most crews don’t allow that, even merchants.” For good reason, men had a tendency to be so distracted for fear a woman might be injured that they themselves got hurt. Not to mention superstition, and the general difference in physical capability. “How have both parents become sailors?”

[sailorbcld]

“Most sailors I know are dirty, or maybe it’s just their skin has been so darkened by the sun,” Henry answered with a shrug. “You volunteered for the navy? Why?”

He did not give any thought to the repercussions of revealing his lineage. “My father is William Turner, captain of the Flying Dutchman,” (the name of the ship was announced with great theatrics),” and my mother is Elizabeth Turner, Pirate King.” A brief motion settled the neat, grey tricorn back onto his head. 

[ghostlyhunterarchived]

Continued from here.

“Because he had a hand in causing what happened to me and my crew. I am like this because of him. He has caused more problems then you can imagine.” Black fluid oozed from his mouth as he spoke. There was hatred in his voice and he was almost to the point of shouting. Jack needed to pay for what he had done.

[sailorbcld]

There was an involuntary wince as black blood ran down the pale skin. Muscled tensed in preparation to defend himself against Salazar should he descend into a violent fit of rage. Risking harm, the question had to be posed.

“What happened? What did Jack do?”

[piratebvrn-blog]

       “I’d like nothing better, Henry.” Honest words, despite him having to leave again soon; what wouldn’t he give for the chance of being with them – with his family – for longer. The question of why he had to leave again was bound to be asked, Will had known from the first moment, and Henry deserved an answer. As someone who had once been the boy to fill mother’s ears with questions of a father that he didn’t know, he understood his child’s feelings. How would Henry take it was something Will couldn’t tell (though the mere fact there was no resentment towards him now was more than the man could have asked for). During that day he had had his family and all that could have been; it was more than worth to wait for, but that didn’t mean Will wouldn’t wish for it to last longer.

             He had never desired immortality, merely sought to free his own father from his curse. Will didn’t regret it, but that wasn’t to say the sacrifice had been weightless. “Even so, it’s… complicated.” Sunset approached much too fast, dreaded departure quickly coming closer; he didn’t wish to part on bad terms with his son after they’d only just met, but time was scarce and an explanation was due. “I have a duty to fulfill, a duty that requires me to stay at sea; and to go to places where you and your mother can’t come. I– how much do you know?” Question asked softly, a means to know how much must yet be told. “Has anyone told you about Davy Jones and the Flying Dutchman?”

[sailorbcld]

The little boy’s head rolled thoughtfully from side to side, his gaze now focused on his feet. He had asked many questions about the Dutchman but had received short answers. Many responses had been ended with ‘you’ll understand it better when you are older,’ which had only caused him to pout in frustration.

“I know Davy Jones was tasked with ferrying the souls lost at sea. That’s why people say ‘Davy Jones’ locker’,” he reported, proud to prove he had been paying attention. “And, I know you are captain of the Dutchman. But, I don’t know why you can’t come home. Other captains don’t stay away for so long. Where do you go that we can’t?”

[thepromiseofredemptionarchive]

The sailor regarded the young man before him– so similar to his mother, so much like his father. Henry was the culmination of both of his parents, no matter that he had scarcely had a chance to know his father. James’s lips were touched with a smile at the ironic situation of himself having to convince Elizabeth’s son to venture into Shipwreck. He still had a duty to the Dutchman– EIGHTY MORE YEARS –and he intended to use what time he had ashore by the Captain’s permission by Henry’s side.

“You might find something you seek there.”

[sailorbcld]

Henry’s head tilted, eyes narrowing in suspicion. James’ teaching strategy had always been try to let the boy figure it out on his own and offer hints if the problem proved too perplexing. Young Turner was well aware of that tone of voice.

“Is there an errand that I need to carry out for Father? Is that what you’re hinting at?”

[toodamnloyal]

Theodore’s dark eyes grew wide and fearful that he would watch the boy fall the fifty feet to the hard deck and that he wouldn’t be able to do anything about it.

No wonder he was constantly being shouted at to get down out of the rigging, probably gave Gillette gray hairs with his antics. Once the boy was upright again and safely descending he breathed easier.

“I am yes.” He smiled a bit and waved at his outfit. “Don’t I look it?” Hardly, he was dressed in plain dark clothes that had a protective leather apron over the front. “I doubt that you are, however.”

[sailorbcld]

Henry wandered over to where the man was working. Young eyes studying both the task and the carpenter. Arms crossed the small chest, eyebrows raised imperiously. 

“No, you don’t. You’re too clean.”

The man’s remark was a grave insult to the boy who was proud of who he was and the legacy of his parents. He scoffed. “I am a sailor and so are my parents.”

[theaccurscd-blog]

When the boy had failed to show for their pre-arranged meeting where the pleasing, calm little cove met a natural rock-arch, Hector had gone quickly to search for him, concerned that something might have occurred – that he had lost his way, or gotten unwell, and thus was unable to attend. He would have stepped on his hand, likely, had his keen hearing not picked up the soft, snuffling-like sounds of a young sleeper. Glancing down and through  the glass, a genuine and warm smile came to his features, and so very softly, so very carefully, he scooped the lad up, just like he had when he’d still been a baby and he’d visited, and he cradled him, careful not to waken him. Elizabeth’s wrath be damned – technically he was banned from the house so as not to be a ‘bad influence’ (this coming from the King of the Brethren Court of course), but as far as he was concerned that was more like a guideline anyway – he started to carry Henry back to the cottage.

[sailorbcld]

Fingers twitched; the grass that had been under his hand had been replaced by the thin hairs of a beard. He became slowly aware of other sensations: the arms supporting his slight weight, the swaying of the bearer, and the familiar smell of the captain. Henry opened his eyes to see his uncle. A broad smile appled his wind-reddened cheeks.

“I knew you wouldn’t forget me,” he remarked, pleased that their long standing rendezvous had been honoured. 

[sailorbcld]

@regispraedonum

      “I suppose you mean to tell me the dog found it’s own way into our house?” she asked, a soft pull to her lips. “Where did you even find it, darling?”

Teeth bit down on the pink lower lip- a noticeable gap near the front. Henry raised one shoulder in a noncommittal shrug. “No, the door was left open, hoping he would come in,” the boy confessed. “I was on the beach building a fort with the bits of wood that have washed up and I saw him chasing the birds.”

[piratebvrn-blog]

Wherever we want to go, we’ll go. (sailorbcld for little Henry)

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         He wished it could be that simple — that freedom to come and go depended on nothing but their want. For the Captain of the Flying Dutchman, however, it wasn’t. Will almost could not believe they had a son, a son he hadn’t met until now, a son Elizabeth raised on her own for he was to be absent of their lives all days except for one in each decade. His past self had wanted to properly wed her, to have a family (had promised himself not to leave family behind, not to leave any child he might have fatherless). Much as his father before him did not mean to abandon them, Will had no choice but to leave. 

        A pirate’s life was to be one of freedom; how could he ask Henry to understand he had chosen to abandon the endless possibilities when he chose to take Davy Jones’ place? “ ——It’s one of the best parts of being free, aye. But where I go, you can’t follow, Henry.”

           Hand reach for son’s hair, ruffling it in affectionate manner (had he met him for a single day or ten years, it was his son, and he was loved as such), and Will tried to smile, time much too short to be spent with something other than good moments. “But I’m sure you’ll go to many places and have plenty adventures to share with me when we meet next, son.”

[sailorbcld]

The day had been spent in total happiness. Mother had been more lively than he had ever seen her, and that joy had been contagious. The nerves at meeting this stranger had faded quickly and Henry had wrapped his arms tightly around Will. For this one day, they were a family, and it had been perfect.

Henry turned his gaze from rapidly approaching sunset to look at his father. FATHER. The man who he had heard so many stories about, had demanded more details. Had asked the questions that had been impossible to answer. Why was he gone? When was he coming back? When was he going to be able to stay? Henry hadn’t received a satisfying answer to any of those inquiries, only the day that he would come back.

“Why can’t I go with you though? And, we can have adventures together.”

[sailorbcld]

@lt-theodoregroves from here

From his position on the dock of the otherwise empty ship, Theodore had spent half his time watching the boy climbing the rigging rather than the work he was supposed to be completing. He set aside his tools for repairing the sections of rail damaged by wear to focus on the young kid.

“Only so long as you’re not practicing falling. One slip is all it would take, hanging off the ropes like that.”

Defiantly he tightened his grip with his legs and released his hands. Slowly his body bent backwards, back against the stay. His long brown hair- now removed form his face and hanging straight down- revealed a broad grin. Henry was quite pleased with his acrobatics and the effect it produced on the man on deck. 

“Are you a sailor?” A small amount of effort was exerted to right himself again and slide down the stay.

[evepolastrl]

you have no right! king!

[ghostlyhunterarchived]

“ stop it! ” (sailorbcld)

“If this is about finding Sparrow then the answer is no. I have a course set and I am keeping it.” He said with a small growl. Nothing could stop him unless it was of equal importance or more.

[sailorbcld]

“Why?” He challenged, taking a step toward the captain. There was a chance to change their course if Salazar would just reveal more of his strategy.

“Why do you wish death upon Sparrow?”

[oceanruled-deactivated20181124]

        The name is not foreign to her, as nothing really is to someone who has lived so much, seen so much, and most of all, met so many infamous characters that inspired deep fear within the regular mortals. This man is no exception, she has heard of his nightmarish tales, and she knows his return is not a good sign. The fact that he’s searching for Jack Sparrow also tells her something bigger than petty revenge might be behind his words to the boy.

    The problem here is, she doesn’t know his exact whereabouts either, and now that worries her more than she cares to admit. Upon having heard of such a fearsome character coming after Jack, she has to wonder if his Devil’s luck will be able to save him this time. And oh, how ironic it is that Calypso, killer of many a sailor, is now worrying about the safety of a Pirate Lord. Her heart has softened, and that bothers her quite a lot. However, right now the priority is to hear the young man’s tale, as she’s already agreed to help him.

      “Capitàn Salazar, yuh say? Dat be no good fo’ Witty Jack…dat be no good at all. And…I take it yuh don’ know where Witty Jack be at de moment?”

[sailorbcld]

Henry shook his head. How strange to be colluding with this figure of legend. Against the undead pirate captain Salazar, he did need an ally to match.

“I did inquire as to his whereabouts, but the last anyone had heard was he had been heading towards the Keys. And, he was interested in finding this.” Fingers fished out a worn piece of parchment from his pocket. He took a step towards her, the crude sketch of a three pronged spear held out for her to see.

“What IS it?”

[sailorbcld]

"Careful, it's hardly a playground up there."

The little boy halted his climbing; little fingers gripped the stay. He didn’t weigh that much, and so it took little effort to pull himself up lines. Like a sloth Henry hung there, happy to have found an empty ship on which to amuse himself. 

“I’m not playing. I am practicing.”

@lt-theodoregroves