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Collapse of His World
He felt cold and defeated when the two, ugly henchmen threw him into the darkness of the slimy, scum-infested brig. The last thing he heard was the maniacal laughter of the miscreants echoing in his mind as they slammed the brig door shut. And he stayed there, on the ground, not moving. He was blinded by the intense emotions wracking his body. Bootstrap Bill Turner thought he had seen the last of his son.
The harrowing black of the brig consumed his vision, and all he could see now was the constant reiteration of the vessel being attacked and engulfed by the Kraken. Will, his only son, was on it. Will, who had promised sincerely that he would sever Davy Jones' hold on his father. This was a punishment far worse than being flogged or back-handed by a massive, freakish crab claw: He had to witness the demise of his only son.
Only the night before, Bill Turner offered to help Will by giving him passage off The Flying Dutchman, despite the fact he was to remain there. Bill had given his soul to eternal damnation in an effort to keep his boy free of Jones' terrible tyranny. Now it seemed like he had done so in vain. As he sat there very still on the cold, hard floor, his face flooded with tears, he continued to recount the last moments he spent with his son.
Bill, however, was equally grateful that even though Will may never be a sight to his miserable eyes anymore, Will still had the key, the reason he was found on the Dutchman in the first place. And maybe Will survived. If he did survive, he could get to the chest and keep his promise after all. And Bill remembered the rusted dagger he handed to Will just before he watched his son row off into the black oblivion of the night. He wanted so much for Will to pierce Jones' heart, and finally feel the sensation of what it is like to be a free man.
But it all seemed a distant reality, if not a fantasy, now. All Bootstrap Bill could register were the horrifying moments of Jones' leviathan bringing that poor ship to the bottom of his locker. And all he could picture was Will going down with it. Bill's emotions had submerged his insides into a quivering mass of guilt. He couldn't bear it any longer. Yet another tragedy he had to endure, almost consecutively. Leave his family, find out his wife had died, watch his captain become the victim of a vicious mutiny, become a cursed man, have his pride shattered by being thrown overboard to his death (tied to a cannon by his bootstraps, nonetheless) although he couldn't die, having to press-gang himself into service on The Flying Dutchman in order to live after the curse was lifted, become cursed again, damn his soul to an eternity of servitude to Jones…now, watch his son sink to the place he had been for a number of years.
It was out of his hands. Bill had nothing else to do, couldn't say anything else, couldn't feel anything else. His water-logged heart felt constricted, and he pained himself each time he breathed in. He was broken, he had fallen apart. Without his son, he was nothing. With the deepest pain he had ever felt in his heart, or life, he collapsed to the cold floor, and wept.
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