Will sat in the smithy, staring absentmindedly into the fire. After
Elizabeth had left him he had spent a lot of his time in there, thinking,
mostly about the sea, Jack, and the Pearl.Just thinking about what
harebrained scheme the Captain had come up with brought a smile to Will's
lips. He longed for the sea, t feel the wind on his face, to taste the salt
in the air. He sighed and stood up, glancing once more around the smithy
before heading to bed.
It wasn't until the next morning, when he went out for carrots for the donkey, tat he learned of the hanging. On the wall near the stall there was a sign nailed up telling of a hanging to take place the next morning at dawn. Will scanned the page and found out from the shopkeep that it was a pirate to be hanged after being caught snooping about town. The large man behind the counter pulled him aside and whispered in a small hoarse voice, "Some people is saying that they've had to latch him to the wall to stop him from escaping, like he did before. I'd be careful if I was you young master." With that Will left the stall pondering who they had captured.
It wasn't until he was halfway into the smithy that he felt another presence in the room. He whirled, a sword from the rack ready in his hand. The blade lowered when Will saw that it was one of the Commodore's men that was stood looking at him. "Yes sir, what can I do for you?" The officer took a step forward, and Will recognised him as one of the men that guarded the prison. "The Commodore wants you to come and help secure the pirate. We've had to make do with rope since e caught him, but we wouldn't mind some irons just to be safe." Will thought for a second, and then remembering that he had nothing better to do finally nodded, fetching some irons and his tools he left with the officer. Will walked down the steps into the prison and almost fell over when he saw who was bound to the wall and sagging in the ropes, clearly unconscious. There, across from him, on the other side of the prison, Jack Sparrow was bound to the wall, kohl lined eyes shut. Small bruises littered the side of his face, running down into his white shirt. Will had seen pirates beaten before hanged, but he had never seen one so bad as this. He turned to the officer behind him once he had found his voice again and asked, "Why is he beaten so badly?" the officer looked almost proud, "It took us quite a while to wear him down enough to get him into the ropes. Then he wouldn't shut up, so we made him." Will turned back to the cell and nodded slightly. The officer unlocked the door and Will started undoing the ropes. Once they were on the floor Will could see the rope burns and open wounds where the ropes had cut into the pirate's skin. 'He would struggle and make life hard wouldn't he' Will thought as he fastened the chains to the walls. Making sure not to tighten them too much. When he had finished and made sure the bolts were only just in the wall he walked out of the cell and allowed the guard to lock the door behind him. The guard grinned as he and Will started up towards the street. "I must say young master, it's a weight off my mind to know he's chained up good and proper now, might even be able to slip out tonight for a bit of a drink." He winked and walked back down into the prison humming a tune. Will turned on his heel and walked back to the smithy.
Just after it had fallen into true darkness Will slung a canvas bag over shoulder after making sure he had everything he needed. After watching the guard leave for a drink Will suck down into the prison. Jack was still bound to the wall by Wills chains. But this time there was fresh blood running from his nose. 'Got in one last hit before it's to late.' Will thought seething as he sae about picking the lock. It didn't take him long; after all he was a black smith. Will hurried over to Jack and easily undid the locks that bound him to the wall. As the last one came undone Jack slumped over Will's shoulder. Will almost lost his footing as the dead weight of the pirate land on him, but soon regained his balance and kicked his tools into the bag, grabbing it with his other hand he slowly walked out of the cell and locked the door behind him. Will staggered up the stairs with the captain over his shoulder. Once in the open Will kept to the shadows until he reached the smithy.
He kicked the door in and stumbled in. Taking Jack immediately over to his bed and laying him down as Will went back and locked the door. Will dried blood from the pirates face and wiped the dirt off. Somehow with a clean face and fresh, angry bruises Jack seemed to look younger. It took Will just over an hour to clean all the pirates wounds. When he had finally finished he moved the pirate up to a room hidden away in the attic where he had slept before Brown had moved o to a different black smith, no one would look for Jack up there, and the room was barely visible anyway. With one final loo at the pirate Will finally turned in himself, laying his head on the pillow and dreamed of hurting the guards that had beaten Jack.
It was a little after dawn when the commodore's men burst through the door of the smithy, startling Will, who ad been working on another sword. A few of men took a look around the smithy and on finding nothing returned to face Will with their commodore. "Mr Turner. You wouldn't by any chance happen to see you're pirate friend would you?" Will pretended to look confused, "If you mean Jack, then yes, I have." "Well then. Where is he boy?" Will shrugged, "The last time I saw him, he was hanging of the prison wall, bruised and beaten, courtesy of your men." The commodore nodded slightly, "He has escaped, we fear he might be planning to attack Port Royale." Will looked earnestly at the commodore. "I swear that if I see him I will let you know commodore." Seemingly satisfied the commodore turned on his heel and left the shop, closely followed by his men. Will smiled to himself and continued with his sword.
By midday the commodore had announced that the pirate was not in the town and so was having the docks searched and anywhere else he could think of. Will smiled at the stupidity of the commodore's men and went to check on Jack
The room was lit by a small window, set high into the wall, Will sat on the edge of the bed and sighed looking down at t bruised face of the famous captain. When he was just about to leave Jack sifted slightly and his eyes flickered open. He locked gazes with Will and managed to croak out, "Am I dead yet?" Will laughed, "No. You're in the smithy." "Oh. The last thing I remember was being tied to a wall somewhere, think it was the prison, then, something, hit my head, hard." Will nodded solemnly. "Yes. You were bound to the wall in the prison. You were beaten by the commodores men." Jack was silent for minute. "Then how did." he trailed off and realisation dawned on him, he smiled and gold teeth flashed in the sun, "Finally accepted the pirate in ye have ya boy?" Will blushed slightly, "Well, I could hardly let them hang you could I?" Jack smiled and was silent again, trying to piece together what had happened before he got hit on the head. He remembered why he had come back to Port Royale, why he had risked being caught, why he had been caught. He remembered why, because he was sat in front of him wearing a mask of concern. Jack remembered the ache that he had felt ever since he had fallen off that bloody edge. An ache that no mater what he tried, he could not get rid off. An ache that had grown as he had watched Will shrink into the horizon. Jack smiled, and was glad he'd come back, even if he had not received the greeting he had been hoping for, at least he was there. Jack grinned and managed to sit up, "So what now then whelp?" he asked Will.
It wasn't until the next morning, when he went out for carrots for the donkey, tat he learned of the hanging. On the wall near the stall there was a sign nailed up telling of a hanging to take place the next morning at dawn. Will scanned the page and found out from the shopkeep that it was a pirate to be hanged after being caught snooping about town. The large man behind the counter pulled him aside and whispered in a small hoarse voice, "Some people is saying that they've had to latch him to the wall to stop him from escaping, like he did before. I'd be careful if I was you young master." With that Will left the stall pondering who they had captured.
It wasn't until he was halfway into the smithy that he felt another presence in the room. He whirled, a sword from the rack ready in his hand. The blade lowered when Will saw that it was one of the Commodore's men that was stood looking at him. "Yes sir, what can I do for you?" The officer took a step forward, and Will recognised him as one of the men that guarded the prison. "The Commodore wants you to come and help secure the pirate. We've had to make do with rope since e caught him, but we wouldn't mind some irons just to be safe." Will thought for a second, and then remembering that he had nothing better to do finally nodded, fetching some irons and his tools he left with the officer. Will walked down the steps into the prison and almost fell over when he saw who was bound to the wall and sagging in the ropes, clearly unconscious. There, across from him, on the other side of the prison, Jack Sparrow was bound to the wall, kohl lined eyes shut. Small bruises littered the side of his face, running down into his white shirt. Will had seen pirates beaten before hanged, but he had never seen one so bad as this. He turned to the officer behind him once he had found his voice again and asked, "Why is he beaten so badly?" the officer looked almost proud, "It took us quite a while to wear him down enough to get him into the ropes. Then he wouldn't shut up, so we made him." Will turned back to the cell and nodded slightly. The officer unlocked the door and Will started undoing the ropes. Once they were on the floor Will could see the rope burns and open wounds where the ropes had cut into the pirate's skin. 'He would struggle and make life hard wouldn't he' Will thought as he fastened the chains to the walls. Making sure not to tighten them too much. When he had finished and made sure the bolts were only just in the wall he walked out of the cell and allowed the guard to lock the door behind him. The guard grinned as he and Will started up towards the street. "I must say young master, it's a weight off my mind to know he's chained up good and proper now, might even be able to slip out tonight for a bit of a drink." He winked and walked back down into the prison humming a tune. Will turned on his heel and walked back to the smithy.
Just after it had fallen into true darkness Will slung a canvas bag over shoulder after making sure he had everything he needed. After watching the guard leave for a drink Will suck down into the prison. Jack was still bound to the wall by Wills chains. But this time there was fresh blood running from his nose. 'Got in one last hit before it's to late.' Will thought seething as he sae about picking the lock. It didn't take him long; after all he was a black smith. Will hurried over to Jack and easily undid the locks that bound him to the wall. As the last one came undone Jack slumped over Will's shoulder. Will almost lost his footing as the dead weight of the pirate land on him, but soon regained his balance and kicked his tools into the bag, grabbing it with his other hand he slowly walked out of the cell and locked the door behind him. Will staggered up the stairs with the captain over his shoulder. Once in the open Will kept to the shadows until he reached the smithy.
He kicked the door in and stumbled in. Taking Jack immediately over to his bed and laying him down as Will went back and locked the door. Will dried blood from the pirates face and wiped the dirt off. Somehow with a clean face and fresh, angry bruises Jack seemed to look younger. It took Will just over an hour to clean all the pirates wounds. When he had finally finished he moved the pirate up to a room hidden away in the attic where he had slept before Brown had moved o to a different black smith, no one would look for Jack up there, and the room was barely visible anyway. With one final loo at the pirate Will finally turned in himself, laying his head on the pillow and dreamed of hurting the guards that had beaten Jack.
It was a little after dawn when the commodore's men burst through the door of the smithy, startling Will, who ad been working on another sword. A few of men took a look around the smithy and on finding nothing returned to face Will with their commodore. "Mr Turner. You wouldn't by any chance happen to see you're pirate friend would you?" Will pretended to look confused, "If you mean Jack, then yes, I have." "Well then. Where is he boy?" Will shrugged, "The last time I saw him, he was hanging of the prison wall, bruised and beaten, courtesy of your men." The commodore nodded slightly, "He has escaped, we fear he might be planning to attack Port Royale." Will looked earnestly at the commodore. "I swear that if I see him I will let you know commodore." Seemingly satisfied the commodore turned on his heel and left the shop, closely followed by his men. Will smiled to himself and continued with his sword.
By midday the commodore had announced that the pirate was not in the town and so was having the docks searched and anywhere else he could think of. Will smiled at the stupidity of the commodore's men and went to check on Jack
The room was lit by a small window, set high into the wall, Will sat on the edge of the bed and sighed looking down at t bruised face of the famous captain. When he was just about to leave Jack sifted slightly and his eyes flickered open. He locked gazes with Will and managed to croak out, "Am I dead yet?" Will laughed, "No. You're in the smithy." "Oh. The last thing I remember was being tied to a wall somewhere, think it was the prison, then, something, hit my head, hard." Will nodded solemnly. "Yes. You were bound to the wall in the prison. You were beaten by the commodores men." Jack was silent for minute. "Then how did." he trailed off and realisation dawned on him, he smiled and gold teeth flashed in the sun, "Finally accepted the pirate in ye have ya boy?" Will blushed slightly, "Well, I could hardly let them hang you could I?" Jack smiled and was silent again, trying to piece together what had happened before he got hit on the head. He remembered why he had come back to Port Royale, why he had risked being caught, why he had been caught. He remembered why, because he was sat in front of him wearing a mask of concern. Jack remembered the ache that he had felt ever since he had fallen off that bloody edge. An ache that no mater what he tried, he could not get rid off. An ache that had grown as he had watched Will shrink into the horizon. Jack smiled, and was glad he'd come back, even if he had not received the greeting he had been hoping for, at least he was there. Jack grinned and managed to sit up, "So what now then whelp?" he asked Will.