To the Depths and Beyond
KayhalxKun
DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN PIRATES OF THE CARRIBEAN…. DISNEY DOES…. NOR DO I OWN THE CHARACTERS OR ANY OF THE WHATEVER ELSE THEY OWN… Thank you…
WHOO!!!! PIRATES THREE!!! Ha-ha… That's almost exactly how I feel.
Chapter 1- The Death Walk
Drums pounded in my head, the arms of the drummers stiff, their faces stern and cold. I looked down the rows of people next to me, their faces tired, worn, upset, or excited, I couldn't tell.
I was only four that day, the day my mother held me closer to her than ever before, weeping into my shoulder. We're both in black, watching my father walk his way to the Pirate's Noose. The death walk, as my mother had called it, the Pirate's walk. I wasn't sure what she meant then, but found out sooner than I should have, or wanted that is.
That was also the day that I learned who my family- sorry- what my family was. A Pirate's family, the best of the kind, or so I hear. In fact, the Pirate Blood that runs through my veins starts a while back. My parents are Rebecca and Bill Turner, son and daughter-in-law of the late Beth and Will Turner… And on and on and on up until Elizabeth and William Turner. I'm the last turner alive to this day. Not proud of it though… It's almost a crime to be a Turner nowadays. To most people, anyways.
As he stood there, the noose placed over his neck, mother began to cry again, her hand covering her mouth so she wouldn't sob too loud.
I saw him look over at us, a bit of a proud smile visible on his face. I wish he hadn't though. It made mum more to see him die with a smile.
The drums got quieter as a uniformed man began to speak his voice strong and clear. He opened a scroll of parchment and began to read out loud.
"The accused, Mr Bill Turner the Second, has been accused and charged with the association with a pirate and piracy itself. The accused is to be condemned to death by hanging by the neck until dead."
The drums pounded louder as the uniformed man rolled the scroll up and disappeared. Another man, but in black and an executioners mask on, stepped up to a lever on the platform father was on. Little did I know this was the man whose job it was to kill my father.
It was only a month ago when my father was hanged. Now it was my mothers turn. She was to be hanged for marrying a pirate, therefore with an association to a pirate, and bearing a pirate's child. But I was not allowed to watch. Mother would not permit it, and neither did anyone else. I left on a ship I didn't know, hearing nothing but my mother's last cry as we left. Tear's were streaming down my cheeks, although I was too young to understand, I some how did.
That's all I can remember before my life was changed to a life of labour, hard work, sailing the seas, and Pirate's.