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Jack and Will pirates of the caraiben fan ficWill walked Avenue Port Royal, on the way passing people the joy of beautiful weather, and the merchants at their stands. He was smiling at passers-by greeting him and answered them with a nod. Apparently behaving normally, but inside he was still jittery. A cheeky devil's spawn, rascal, rogue, pirate regrettable threatened Elizabeth!
When she stood in front of his eyes, his face brightened like a sky after the storm. A step came through the open door of the forge of Mr. Brown. Will was a journeyman Brown, a blacksmith. Mr. Brown himself, as usual, drunk, fell asleep on a pile of boxes. Mr. Brown terrified donkey traced him walk on the road, setting in motion the mechanism of the nozzle at the chimney. Roared loudly at the same time.
- "Dumb animal" - Will thought, and came up and caring gesture, stroked his head. In fact, he liked good old ass. He looked at the forge. He came into the habit of placing the order there even pedantic. Brown still asleep with a bottle in his hand. Will lo
Bo.When Lindsay was born, Bo was there. Standing beside her mother, he was the first thing she ever saw. But he was not her father; her father stood on the other side.
Bo was there until the very moment she died.
The sun shone bright through the windows of her pink-laden room. She loved pink. And black.
“Because Bo is black,” she’d told her parents.
Her imaginary friend, they soon concluded.
“Bo is all black,” she described one night as her father tucked her in, “His skin and his hair and everything. He doesn’t talk a lot.”
Her father frowned.
“He sounds scary.”
“He’s not,” she insisted.
Bo sat on the bed and said nothing.
Her father kissed her good night and turned out the light.
“Why can’t Dad see you?” she asked.
“Are you real?”
“Are you real?” he replied.
“How do you know?”
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