Billie Joe Meets Captain Jack Sparrow, chapter 2
"He's...alive?"
"A course e is," Jack replied nonchalantly, "has been ever since you thought e passed away."
Billie stared at the photo of his father in disbelief. He let his hand drop to his side and stood up with the photo still glued to his hand.
"How DARE you say something like that! You...you asshole!"
Jack took a step back from the shorter man and threw his hands up in defense. "What?...I'm not lying to ya mate, e's really alive."
"Oh...kiss my ass." He stormed out of the room with the photo in his back pocket, slamming the door behind him. Jack confusedly rubbed his beard and leaned back up against the desk.
"I saw that going differently in my mind..."
***
"Who the hell does he think he is?" Billie fussed leaning against the side of the boat looking out to the sparkling water. He angrily reached into his leather jacket pocket but was displeased to find an empty carton of "joy".
"Fuckin A!" He mumbled, tossing the carton into the ocean. He rubbed his hands together and blew on them, attempting to warm his skin. The sun lay halfway behind the shining water, causing it to sparkle like the soon to be evening sky. Colors of orange and pink were streaked around the sun and the wind danced across the rocker's face, his black hair swaying with the wind.
"Dad..." he whispered, his deep green eyes gleaming to hold back tears. "Is it true?...and why wouldn't you tell me?"
The boat continued to rock back and forth against the colliding waves while Billie Joe sighed and reached into his jacket pocket again, merely out of habit. No joysticks.
"Damn it, I forgot...I'm out." He rubbed on his hands again and looked down at his wedding band. With his middle finger and thumb, he spun it around on his rough yet gentle finger, admiring the way it glittered in the sun.
"Adrienne...I miss you sweetheart." He rested his chin in the palm of his right hand, still leaning out to the ocean His jacket slipped down a bit to reveal the top of one of his favorite tattoos. Hell, he loved them all really, but this one was special.
"Addie," he said through a smile, pulling the sleeve of his jacket down some more. He laughed looking down upon his tattoo, a filmstrip of Adrienne. He remembered the day he told her that he wanted another tattoo of her, preferably her loving face so he'd feel closer to her on tour.
"A whole bunch of em Addie," he told her, "so that when I grab the mic they'll see you too."
"Even if I do this?" she crossed her eyes and stuck out her tongue.
"Especially that." He pulled her into a tight hug and squeezed her body against his.
"I'll get a filmstrip! Right here down my arm..."
He pulled up his sleeve again and kicked the side of the boat.
"OOooOhh look at me, I'm Jack Sparrow." He slapped the back of his hand to his chest and tried biting his ear.
"CAPTAIN Jack Sparrow," Billie turned to his left to see the pirate leaning against the side of the boat, hiding in its shadows, "And it'd be appreciated very much if you didn't kick my boat." He stepped forward into the light, unfolding his arms.
"How long have you been there?" Billie questioned, feeling embarrassed.
"Hmph...long enough." There was a long silence in which Jack personally never liked. "He's alive you know."
"I dont know how I'm supossed to believe that...Captain." He turned out to face the ocean again, taking in the smell of salt.
"Oh...just call me Jack, mate." There was a soft pat on Billie Joe's back and the taller man stood next to him, leaning out to the sea.
"I was there Jack, I was with him when he died. His last words were 'make your old man proud son' and his grip...loosened...and he just..." It was hard for Billie to hold back tears. Thinking of his dad usually left him feeling alone in the world, married or not. Out of mere habit, he reached into his jacket pocket again, soon remembering how forgetful he was, if THAT makes any sense.
"Ere," Jack said, handing him a carton of ciggarettes.
"Mm...thanks...you smoke?"
"Well...I got em from you."
"Huh?" Billie cupped his hand around the flame of his lighter, blocking the wind from putting it out.
"I'm a pirate." Jack left Billie alone with his thoughts again, making his way to the room.
"Ahhhh..." he sighed in pleasure blowing a thick line of smoke from his puffy, tender lips. Suddenly, what Jack said finally hit him, "I KNEW I had another carton..."
***
"I guess you were right Andy," Jack said, pulling open a drawer, "Your son's not very gullible." He pulled out a piece of paper, worn with age. "Ah...this should do it for the poor boy." He stumbled his way to the door and suddenly stopped before opening it. "Hello beautiful..." he bent down towards the floor and lifted up a half empty bottle of rum. "I thought I lost you." He smiled at the bottle and took it with him out to the deck.
Billie still stood against the boat, every now and then lifting the nicotene to his lips, setting his body at ease.
"Your dad," Jack started, pointing at him with the bottle, "he told me you might like to see this."
Billie took one last puff of joy and threw it into the water below, turning to face Jack. Without dialogue or hesitation, he took the paper from Jack and eyed it over.
Lover boy, (that was Billie's nickname when his dad was still alive. He'd call him lover boy because he'd travel to hospitals singing "Look For Love" to patients..hence.."lover boy") I know that by now you're all grown up and it hurts me to think I was never there for you when you needed me. The years have crawled by so fast and each day I've thought about you, your mother and your brothers and sisters. I wish I could have told you son. I wish I could have told you I never got cancer. I desperately wanted to each night I kissed your forehead before bedtime. Now, you're a man and old enough to know the truth. I paid my doctors money to lie to you, to my family, so you wouldn't get hurt. Son, my boy, I did it to protect you. At the time, there were men after me and would kill anyone in their path. To protect you my son, I lied and I'm so, so, so sorry. The day you thought I died was the worst moment of my entire life. The way you ran from the room stabbed at my heart and even now I'll understand if you never want to talk to me again. The problem though Billie, was that they finally captured me and I'm being held hostage. They serve me rotten food and force me to work at my worst. Captain Jack is a good man Billie, trust him. He is helping me to escape by going undercover and saying that he's a friend of theirs. He's not though Billie, Jack will explain more. I love you son, whether you decide to help him or not, just know that I love you.
Always,
Dad
"A course e is," Jack replied nonchalantly, "has been ever since you thought e passed away."
Billie stared at the photo of his father in disbelief. He let his hand drop to his side and stood up with the photo still glued to his hand.
"How DARE you say something like that! You...you asshole!"
Jack took a step back from the shorter man and threw his hands up in defense. "What?...I'm not lying to ya mate, e's really alive."
"Oh...kiss my ass." He stormed out of the room with the photo in his back pocket, slamming the door behind him. Jack confusedly rubbed his beard and leaned back up against the desk.
"I saw that going differently in my mind..."
***
"Who the hell does he think he is?" Billie fussed leaning against the side of the boat looking out to the sparkling water. He angrily reached into his leather jacket pocket but was displeased to find an empty carton of "joy".
"Fuckin A!" He mumbled, tossing the carton into the ocean. He rubbed his hands together and blew on them, attempting to warm his skin. The sun lay halfway behind the shining water, causing it to sparkle like the soon to be evening sky. Colors of orange and pink were streaked around the sun and the wind danced across the rocker's face, his black hair swaying with the wind.
"Dad..." he whispered, his deep green eyes gleaming to hold back tears. "Is it true?...and why wouldn't you tell me?"
The boat continued to rock back and forth against the colliding waves while Billie Joe sighed and reached into his jacket pocket again, merely out of habit. No joysticks.
"Damn it, I forgot...I'm out." He rubbed on his hands again and looked down at his wedding band. With his middle finger and thumb, he spun it around on his rough yet gentle finger, admiring the way it glittered in the sun.
"Adrienne...I miss you sweetheart." He rested his chin in the palm of his right hand, still leaning out to the ocean His jacket slipped down a bit to reveal the top of one of his favorite tattoos. Hell, he loved them all really, but this one was special.
"Addie," he said through a smile, pulling the sleeve of his jacket down some more. He laughed looking down upon his tattoo, a filmstrip of Adrienne. He remembered the day he told her that he wanted another tattoo of her, preferably her loving face so he'd feel closer to her on tour.
"A whole bunch of em Addie," he told her, "so that when I grab the mic they'll see you too."
"Even if I do this?" she crossed her eyes and stuck out her tongue.
"Especially that." He pulled her into a tight hug and squeezed her body against his.
"I'll get a filmstrip! Right here down my arm..."
He pulled up his sleeve again and kicked the side of the boat.
"OOooOhh look at me, I'm Jack Sparrow." He slapped the back of his hand to his chest and tried biting his ear.
"CAPTAIN Jack Sparrow," Billie turned to his left to see the pirate leaning against the side of the boat, hiding in its shadows, "And it'd be appreciated very much if you didn't kick my boat." He stepped forward into the light, unfolding his arms.
"How long have you been there?" Billie questioned, feeling embarrassed.
"Hmph...long enough." There was a long silence in which Jack personally never liked. "He's alive you know."
"I dont know how I'm supossed to believe that...Captain." He turned out to face the ocean again, taking in the smell of salt.
"Oh...just call me Jack, mate." There was a soft pat on Billie Joe's back and the taller man stood next to him, leaning out to the sea.
"I was there Jack, I was with him when he died. His last words were 'make your old man proud son' and his grip...loosened...and he just..." It was hard for Billie to hold back tears. Thinking of his dad usually left him feeling alone in the world, married or not. Out of mere habit, he reached into his jacket pocket again, soon remembering how forgetful he was, if THAT makes any sense.
"Ere," Jack said, handing him a carton of ciggarettes.
"Mm...thanks...you smoke?"
"Well...I got em from you."
"Huh?" Billie cupped his hand around the flame of his lighter, blocking the wind from putting it out.
"I'm a pirate." Jack left Billie alone with his thoughts again, making his way to the room.
"Ahhhh..." he sighed in pleasure blowing a thick line of smoke from his puffy, tender lips. Suddenly, what Jack said finally hit him, "I KNEW I had another carton..."
***
"I guess you were right Andy," Jack said, pulling open a drawer, "Your son's not very gullible." He pulled out a piece of paper, worn with age. "Ah...this should do it for the poor boy." He stumbled his way to the door and suddenly stopped before opening it. "Hello beautiful..." he bent down towards the floor and lifted up a half empty bottle of rum. "I thought I lost you." He smiled at the bottle and took it with him out to the deck.
Billie still stood against the boat, every now and then lifting the nicotene to his lips, setting his body at ease.
"Your dad," Jack started, pointing at him with the bottle, "he told me you might like to see this."
Billie took one last puff of joy and threw it into the water below, turning to face Jack. Without dialogue or hesitation, he took the paper from Jack and eyed it over.
Lover boy, (that was Billie's nickname when his dad was still alive. He'd call him lover boy because he'd travel to hospitals singing "Look For Love" to patients..hence.."lover boy") I know that by now you're all grown up and it hurts me to think I was never there for you when you needed me. The years have crawled by so fast and each day I've thought about you, your mother and your brothers and sisters. I wish I could have told you son. I wish I could have told you I never got cancer. I desperately wanted to each night I kissed your forehead before bedtime. Now, you're a man and old enough to know the truth. I paid my doctors money to lie to you, to my family, so you wouldn't get hurt. Son, my boy, I did it to protect you. At the time, there were men after me and would kill anyone in their path. To protect you my son, I lied and I'm so, so, so sorry. The day you thought I died was the worst moment of my entire life. The way you ran from the room stabbed at my heart and even now I'll understand if you never want to talk to me again. The problem though Billie, was that they finally captured me and I'm being held hostage. They serve me rotten food and force me to work at my worst. Captain Jack is a good man Billie, trust him. He is helping me to escape by going undercover and saying that he's a friend of theirs. He's not though Billie, Jack will explain more. I love you son, whether you decide to help him or not, just know that I love you.
Always,
Dad
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