Hey guys! I'm back with another story! This story is Will Turner the third's POV! Not going to ramble on this time so I just want to say, please enjoy, read and review!
"NO! Please no!" I scream. I can hardly breathe! I'm currently being attacked by men two times the size of me! I try to run over to my father, who is currently being stabbed strait through the area where his heart would be! Why we are being attacked, my dad and I, we don't know. Well I don't know anyway. My father was the only person who could tell me because my mother, Elizabeth, an my father's friends' have already evacuated the burning building that is my house. Or now whatever is left of it! I try to stand up to get over to my father, who looks like he needs help because out of the three men whom are focusing on him are advancing! Two of the men are holding him still and the other man is pulling out his pistol! That is why I'm screaming! No one can blame me, wouldn't you scream if you were only fifteen and you were watching your father get stabbed?
I finally reach my sword and watch as I slice my attackers arm and he screams out in pain. I run over to my father, Will Turner the second, and get one of the guys who is holding him. I guess I shouldn't have stabbed the guy because the man with the gun aims it at my head.
"Go ahead! SHOOT!" I yell over the crackling of the flames all around me, the man pauses with his finger on the trigger, so I continue to bribe him, "Shoot me! Or are you too wimpy to kill a child?" I guess I annoyed the guy, because he actually pulled the trigger, I didn't actually want him to, anything to save my father! Just after I accept my end, I see two bodies fall to the ground. Wait, two? There was only three people in this room a second ago, and I am not dead. Puzzled, I look down. The man with the gun is bleeding all over the ground and in front of me my father is bleeding too! I start to cry and kneel next to my father. I put two of my fingers to his neck, he is alive!
Suddenly, I'm wrapped in warm arms! I look at the person behind me and smile softly through the tears. It is who I expected most! The woman wasn't even 16 and she was called a Pirate Witch! I guess she is who these maniacs were after.
She returns the smile and says, "We need to get out of here! The Royal Navy are coming! I need to run because I just killed another one of their men!"
I nod and gather my father's body in my strong arms. I follow my girlfriend out and give my fathers pale body to his family (my mother and baby sister, Felicity), and his friends (my girlfriends parents, Jack Sparrow and Angelica Teach), hug my mother, and tell her to go to with Jack and Angelica.
"Mother," I begin and my mother starts to cry, "Go with them! Stay safe and get to Shipwreck Cove safely!" What my mother does next is unexpected. She gives me Felicity and clears her throat...
"Take your sister with you because if I don't make it to Shipwreck Cove then you are the only family she has left!"
With that she pushes me toward my girlfriend and her little boat. Tears staining her face, she waves to our families, then turns to me and she buries her face in my shoulder and lets all her tears flow. After a few minutes, she lifts her head and looks at me, "Will?" She asks.
I keep rocking Felicity and turn to look at my girlfriend, "Yes Letty, whats wrong?"
She takes a deep breathe in and starts to speak, "Are you scared?"
"A bit," I say, my voice full of tiredness, "I was thinking of how we could hide our personalities." I don't wait for an answer, I just continue, "We could pose as a young couple, living in Tortuga. And Felicity could be our child. You know she won't tell anyone!"
Letty just laughs, then says, "I'm sorry!"
"Why?"
"We wouldn't have to be posing as anyone if it weren't for me. I mean, if I could control my anger, then I wouldn't have killed anyone! Your father wouldn't have been shot, your house would't be burnt to the ground until it was only dirt, I'm just sorry!" I love it when Letty apologizes because her American/British/Spanish accent is really strong!
I get pulled out of my thoughts when Letty takes Felicity from me and gives her a bottle, "Letty, don't blame ye-self for anything. I love ya because of you, even if it means you're a cold blooded killer, or a criminal, or part mermaid! Heck, I would still love ya if ye were a part of the Royal Navy!" Letty laughed when I said those last couple of words rudely-ish.
"Look!" Yelled Letty about ten to fifteen minutes later, (when you're on a boat, you loose track of time sometimes), "It's Tortuga!"