A YEAR WITHOUT THE SUMMER

Many moons we have lived without luck or comfort. Many nights we sailed without seeing land anywhere near. The nights are often freezing cold while the sea scares most with its dark, never ending deepness. But for young William that didn't seem as a problem. He was a handsome lad of 16 named after his father and grandfather. Perhaps they didn't know that the name ment desire and protection.

Will was well read which propably indicated to his good knowledge of lituarture, history, geography, etc. While his younger sister was fiery, always ready for battle, Will was someone who would tell his father that since the birds are flying from the north at night then something is not right in that direction. He was a romantic who could hold a sword yet wasn't as malicious as the rest of the pirates he knew. Will was the oldest child in his little family. They lived aboard a ship with his mother, a woman whose beauty never died, father a sister and a baby brother. Young Michael, who was only 4, has been ill for years now. Everyone believed he'd die soon but the child remained alive although in pain and agony. No one understood his disease but his older brother figured a way of releasing his pain for a few hours. He'd press lavander oil in the boy's chest to relax him and give him herbal tea of cinnamon as he discovered that reliefed the child's pain.

Michael was in deep sleep once William finished massaging him with lavander.

Elizabeth's eyes filled with tears as she watched the child finally at peace and in comfort; only in sleep did the boy relax which ment he'd propably dread waking up. William, the childern's father, had his arms wrapped round his 15 year old daughter, Magdeline. The only features she had from her mother was her height and slim figure. Her hair were ebon and wavy like her father's, her eyes were deep blue like the colour of the sea. She never wore clothes ladies wore instead she wore boots, shorts and a long jacket. Any man would die for her touch, for her glance. Maggie seemed to be filled with pride, something her brother never had. He was a humble lad who looked a lot like his father but had lighter features.

The stars burnt into the eyes of William and his parents while also piercing in their skin. It was so late and Maggie was already about to doze off when a bottle touched the ship's floor.

"Oh me dears, what a beautiful scene." the voice of a stanger flew through the ship waking up everyone and everything but little Michael.

Maggie pranced up out of her father's grip holding her sword to the intruder's face.

"Oh look what we have here." the man said his sword sliding down Maggie's thigh. She pulled back glaring at her parents who remained motionless.

"Jack, leave my little girl alone."Will's voice said to his old frienememy. Confused Maggie glanced at her brother who remained calm but that didn't help much for Will was always calm.

"Hey uncle Jack." he smiled lifting Michael up and taking him to the cabin.

Elizabeth and her husband hugged the man who in Maggie's eyes was still a stranger she should be afraid of. She stood behind her mother and father as they spoke to the man as if they knew him for years. Once Will retaurned Maggie asked,"Who the heck is that?"

"Jack Sparrow."

"What? He can't be. That man's a legend..."

The newcomer approached the girl standing close to face her fierce eyes,"I am that legend."

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