Just a little story about Will. Takes place pretty much after the third one, so if you haven't seen it yet, don't read it, because there are some major spoilers. My first POTC fic, so please be kind!
The sun was just beginning to rise over the horizon. Most of the men were still asleep, save the odd watchman. But one man was feeling far from drowsy. Will Turner stood, leaning against the side of the ship. His ship, he reminded himself. It was his ship now.
He sighed and turned, looking over the sea where the first glimmer of sunlight sparkled. He felt a twinge and automatically reached for the knotted scar on his chest. As always, his hands grew cold when he touched it. Something like anger flickered in his eyes and he punched the rail angrily, achieving nothing but a throbbing pain in his hand.
Damn.
Once more, his thoughts turned to Jack. He knew he had only done it to save his life, but he hated him for it anyway. Well, maybe not hate, came an unbidden voice from his head. And once again, Will knew it was right. He could never hate Jack. Jack had done some stupid things in the past. Well, a lot of stupid dangerous things in the past. Fine, a lot of stupid, badly thought out, potentially life threatening (to himself and others) things in the past. But he tried.
He thought of his father, the man he had risked everything to save. And for what? For the man who had abandoned him and his mother, to be a pirate? Again, Will sighed. No. He knew what it was like now. And really, he couldn't blame him. He was doing the same thing. Except I don't have a choice.
As he knew they must, the memories of Elizabeth all came flooding back. He gritted his teeth. Ten years. He could be with her only once every ten years. Resisting the urge to punch the rail once more, he looked over the edge of the ship, where the people in little boats were floating beside them. Sometimes, he almost wished he would see Elizabeth floating by and he could pick her up and they'd finally be together.
But then, she would have to be dead. He would never wish that upon her, especially for his own selfish needs. And even if she did die, he'd have to take her beyond. He still wouldn't be with her. He buried his head in his palms. His hands were shaking; his teeth could no longer stay shut.
"DAMN!" he screamed the word to the night air. He didn't care if anyone heard, though it was unlikely. They could sleep through anything down there. "WHY CAN'T WE BE TOGETHER?!" He cursed Davy Jones, cursed Jack, cursed God. Cursed himself.
"Hey," came a voice behind him. He whipped around. It was his father. Embarrassed, Will sat down, but if his father had heard his rant he was pretending not to have. Bootstrap Bill looked out over the water. "Beautiful morning, isn't it?" Will looked out. The sun was streaking the water with sparkles of gold and pink and the sun was rising red far in the distance.
"Yeah," he said gloomily. He really couldn't bring himself to say more then that. Bill looked at his son sadly.
"You'll see her again," he said with a smile. Will looked up at him. "I'm sure of it. And I'll see your mother, too." Will looked away.
"Ten years, Father," he sighed. "What am I going to do?" Bootstrap smiled slightly.
"Well, Elizabeth is the King of the Pirates. I'm sure you'll see her again sooner then you think." He put on arm on his son's shoulder. It was a slightly awkward gesture; he really didn't know anything about being a father. But Will appreciated it nonetheless. Feeling slightly better, Will got up and started off.
"Where are you going?" asked his father. Will smiled.
"We have to get a move on. We do have our positions to think of, you know. Now, to you station Mr. Turner." And smiling, Bill left to wake the others. And Will stood on the deck, awaiting the sun and the beginning of a new day.