That Same Old Song.
Prologue.
William Turner lived a regular life.
He had this friends, his best friend (and secret crush) being Elizabeth Swann. His grades were decent enough, and he worked at a record shop - Known as the "Total Music" - that he worked at for the past three years.
It was an ordinary life.
And he was content with that.
...
"Will...Will?..Will!"
"Huh? Wah, sorry I was zoning out." Will, gave an apologetic look to who was calling his name.
Elizabeth sighed, it seemed as of lately that her friend has been absent minded. Although it was quite cute seeing his awe face staring out into space...
Shaking those thoughts away, Elizabeth continued their conversation. Before Will spaced out once again..
"Oh I was asking if you had any goals for the new year? Seeing as maybe we could work to fulfill our goals together!" Flashing him a loving smile, Will smiled weakly back. He, as illogical as it sounded, hoped she couldn't hear his hear banging against his ribs.
"Haha, I completely forgot about that..I can't say I have any real goal this year.." Elizabeth's smile fell, though was brought up once again to mask her disappointment.
"Well that's no fun! Way to make me feel like a little kid Will." Softly laughing, Elizabeth just smiled. Will had chuckled along with her.
"As it kills me to say, maybe I'm just getting old." The laughing ceased as the two sat together in a comfortable silence.
"..Yeah, you are getting pretty old." Sticking his tongue out at the young girl, Will playfully took the bait.
"Hey, I'm only a few months older then you!"
"Yeah, so that makes you an old man." She commented back, laughing at Will, who looked away with a pouting look crossing his features. A faint smile soon came along his lips.
"Your just mean. All the spoiled kids are." Will looked back at her with a smirk.
"What do you mean spoiled? I'm not spoiled!" Elizabeth, giving a huff, glared at Will.
"Oh really? So care to tell me how is it, that you have a car?"
"A lot of people have cars Will, its how most people get along from place to place."
"And do most of those people have the car, that you so happen to drive, imported from the United States?"
"I don't know what your talking about."
As much as Elizabeth denied it, her car was something most parents rather keep to themselves. A 1969 LeMans Blue coloured Corvette. Her father had gotten it for her as a gift. She was the source of envy by other teenagers for a number of years. Her father, Governor Swann, had bought it for his daughter as soon as she got her license.
"Uh-huh, I'll let you believe that...For now." Raising an eyebrow at Will, Elizabeth stood up from her seat.
"Hey, you mind if I go to the guidance office?" Processing what she said, Will shrugged his shoulders.
"Go ahead. God forbid that I go mad and start attacking random students from the departure of you." Elizabeth just smiled, her eyebrow still raised.
"Well if you really feel that way..." Will gave a smile to her in return.
"I'll live." Smiling once more down on Will, Elizabeth turned around and walked out of the room.
Looking in front of him, a long black board was nailed to the wall. White, bold letters stood out. "FREE PERIOD. DON'T BREAK ANYTHING." Along with that, chalked doodles littered the board - faces, cuss words, and of course, the hearts with two names scribbled within.
The teacher who had usually taught this period, had been deported back to England. The other staff members wouldn't say much about it, just that the seemingly nice woman had seduced the wrong man...
Not that Will was complaining about the lack of homework he now received. He was just completely bored now.
...Oh well, might as well just do the homework for his next class.
As it turned out, Elizabeth didn't come back to class, which was no surprise as since she and the guidance counselor, as weird as it sounded, gossiped a lot. Usually about students and teachers alike.
William sighed. Women are odd. No lying about that.
Glancing around the now empty classroom, he stood up and gathered this things. As he walked down the hallway, Will let his mind ponder on the things that went that day. He recalled his conversation with Elizabeth...Goals to fulfill eh?
Will found his face becoming increasingly warm. Thinking back to Elizabeths smiles and laughs...
She was just so beautiful.
From the moment they met, he had felt a spark. One that seemed to fill a certain void..
One he doesn't ever want to speak of.
Shaking his head, forcing the thoughts to flow out of his mind.
She wouldn't ever see him that way anyway.
Coming up to a red-brick, two story building. A sign in angelic writing hanged from the wall. "Total Music."
Fumbling with his keys, Will let himself inside.
Inhaling deeply, this was home. Walking past a dozen aisles full of music that sometimes made him feel like his heart was stopping and it was like something of another world that brings him closer to his love for music.
Maybe he had a screw loose in some department of his head.
He didn't really mind it though.
In the back of his store was a white door. A sign on it saying 'Do Not Enter' in red lettering.
Twisting the knob, he came face-to-face with a flight of stairs. Walking up in slow pace, Will arrived to were he had been living for the past few years.
A kitchen off to the right, nothing fancy really. A desk and a dresser casted off the the left. Leaving his bed remaining in the middle corner of the room.
Dropping his bag by the staircase, Will walked over to his bed and flopped onto it.
Turning over to face the ceiling, Will stared into space.
As mad as it sounded, the young man had a feeling something was about to take control of his life. As if it was part of nature itself, and he couldn't fight or defend himself.
And as crazy as it sounded, Will wasn't sure to either count it as one of those 'Must avoid at all cost' feelings, or 'Just go with the flow and see what happens.'
Hopefully it wouldn't have anything to do with him.
A Saturday was heaven for just about anybody.
Or rather it usually was. For now, it was Hell.
Will would have rather be stuffed into Davy Jones Locker, then rather be here.
There he was, minding his own business in his own shop. A couple of a dozen people roamed his shop, looking for music and the occasional posters he would get from over seas.
Then he had stepped through the door.
James Norrington.
Ever since childhood, he has felt nothing but loath for that man. He had always looked down on Will, like he was something greater more then God himself. James was a two faced man, Will knew that from personal experience.
In fact, it was one of the reasons Will had broken his nose in Freshmen year.
From the moment James had gotten his ass handed to him, people learned three things about Will that day.
1. Don't EVER bring up his parents.
2. Don't INSULT Elizabeth Swann.
3. Putting the above together is asking for a death sentence.
Of course some people were a little scared that they'd get the snot beaten out of them, no one was stupid enough to bring up such touchy subjects.
Not even James himself would speak ill of his loved ones for the past years he's known him.
"Turner, what a surprise to see you in this..Distasteful place."
"I work here Norrington. You've known that for the past three years." Deadpanned tones practically coated their voices.
"Oh yes. Well I guess this place is suitible for you, after all.. Your quite distastfull yourself." James, trying to get a rise out of Will.
Will could really care less right now. The man was an asshole anyway.
"What do you want? If you don't need anything, then please escort yourself out of the room." Rolling his eyes, Will started to arrange the displayed albums in the back.
"Not in the mood to chat today? Too bad. I was looking forward to a stimulating conversation." Sarcasm dripping from his words, James continued. "Would you happen to have any classical music in this ratnest? Honestly, the music you have to offer here is completely vile and disgusting."
"Nope. Sorry, can't help you then. Why don't you just leave now?" Grabbing a small box full of albums that had recently came in, Will exited the front counter and went from asle to asle. Unfortuantly, with James following him.
"Honestly Turner, who taught you to be so rude and walk right out of a conversation? I highly doubt Elizabeth's father wouldn't teach you how you should behave." Turning around sharp brown eyes and clouded green met, not for the first time and would likely not be the last.
"And how exactly should I behave?" Will challenged, his dark gaze burning into the other mans soul. James just smiled, one filled with smugness and amusement. James turned around, walking to the door with quiet steps.
Once at the door, he turned with swift movement.
"That your just poor man, living in a disgusting little shack. Be grateful that I even speak to trash such as yourself." And with a conceited smile, James pushed the door open and exited. With only a few seconds after a record came crashing into the said door, shattering the once for sale object.
After a few moments of pent up anger, Will allowed himself to calm down and pick up the sharp pieces of the floor. For the rest of the day, a handful of customers came in and bought what they desired. When closing hours arrived, Will looked the store doors and shut off all the lights before heading up stairs. At first thinking all he needed was to ask lay down and relax...
...Then he realized that it wasn't doing any good, and it only frustrated him more. Then suddenly an idea struck him.
He looked at a medium-sized window that was above his bed. It was still light tonight, the sun only beginning to set. And the weather was warm enough for the moment. Grabbing a nearby blanket, Will stood on this bed, he opened his window. He stepped out to make sure his feet were firmly on the fire escape; once balanced, the young man climbed up to the flat roof top. Laying the blanket on the cold surface, Will let himself relax as he stared off to the near by ocean only a few miles in distance. He could see boats in the distance, likely shipping or fishing boats. As childish as it was, the sun soon disappeared into the sea.
Sighing, he laid back onto the blanket. Watching the stars flicker every so often, along with find a few constilations.
He started to think. His mind wasn't processing James, School, work, or even Elizabeth. He couldn't help but listen to the tune that carried across the wind, drowning out all thought. Opening his eyes, he saw a plane flying above. A brief memory came upon, how when he was a child, he and his mother would stare up at the sky at night and create something from the stars above. He could recall yelling loudly that a shooting star was passing them and tried wishing to the flying object. Only to find his mother smiling down on him, laughing and telling him that the said star was just an aeroplane.
Will chuckled as a thought crossed his mind.
"What if that plane was a shooting star?" He muttered out loud. "What would I wish for?"
What should he wish for, just for the fun of it? His thoughts bounced in Elizabeth's direction. He could wish for her to fall in love with him, right?
...Or is that too selfish and corny?
Maybe he could wish to have Elizabeth notice his feelings?
Maybe he could ask for the shop to be a bit more busier?
Maybe he could ask to make James loose all his teeth in one take?
..No...He couldn't wish for anything like any of those things. If they do happen, it will come soon.
Sighing loudly, he looked up once more at the bare sky.
"I wish I could just met my destiny already..."
...Will could've swore a star just winked at him.
"I must be going mad."
"You must be mad Jack! Its Four in the freaking morning!" A irritated tone was hear, coming from a phone booth near the airport. A few people near by could practically hear the entire conversation with the speaker and the receiver.
"Oh Come on Gibb~ Please? A favor for an old friend?" Jack could hear ruffling sounds in the background, 'I'm up, I'm up' could be heard as well.
"Fine you evil bastard, just don't come to me when your in trouble. Got it?" A serious tone could be heard from the man known as 'Gibbs.'
"Crystal Clear mate. I'll see you soon." Hanging up, not allowing the other man to reply, Jack slammed the phone of the receiver. He walked to a nearby bench near a bus stop sign. He looked at the new place in front of him.
It seemed to sparkle with rich folk. Being here only five moments, and he saw latest models of cars and could even see some giant houses in the distance.
"..So this is Port Royal is it..." A rough mutter could be heard from the man. Tanned skin, going nicely with his dark messy hair with a few strands covering his face. Curious eyes looked among the area once again. "...Seems rather boring..."
A smirk crossed his features, giving him a devious look.
"Well I guess I'll just have to fix that."
To be honest, I rarely get interested in movies. So this was a big leap for me...And I wanna try and make this story work out despite my writers block as of lately...I will say now, that this IS a Jack/Will story. Why? Because everytime I try looking for some amazing work that could bring me to life once again, I find things overly sweet or just too angst for me...Can't I have a middle ground? D:
So please, if you would show me that this story is doomed from the start, I would understand -_- (Even if I do cry and sulk in failure)
Soo...How'd it go? Was it terrible that your eyes just about bleed out or so amazingly written (with a -10% ) that you will click that lovely button and keep this old girl going?