Pirates of the Caribbean: The Fourth
'Is that right? No it can't be, it never is. Brown said tap it twice then turn it over. Then why does his blade look so much better? I'll never finish this sword or any of the other ones'
Hunched over of what was meant to be a French cutlass – a knotted piece of steel – was William Weatherby Turner, the Third. With a sweaty brow and sooty hands he gave another sigh, added to the thousands he had done this morning, and through his worthless piece of metal aside. He had seen some of the great creations that his father had made which made him wonder if it took him this long to be good at forging. After seven years of creating he wondered whether he had any hope of becoming a professional blacksmith. He didn't.
'I have no idea what I'm doing' he thought 'what good is that?'
Despite the fact of forging Will worked at the docks, tying up boats of helping unload shipments. Ships captivated him, the way they moved and carried such big loads without sinking. Sometimes he would get paid a little extra if he did more than asked.
After just turning nineteen the older men and the waterfront started to treat him like a man and give him more challenging jobs. He would check their crayfish nets and shark traps or help travellers with their heavy luggage. But even though this job made him happy Will felt that it would be best if he stuck to his family's profession. Sword making. Will found it dull and repetitive, unlike the harbour for something different happened every day.
After his daily lecture with Brown, his forging master, Will would often go down to the shore to what the sun set. Every night he would dream that he had his own ship sailing into the west somewhere, marrying a girl of surpassing beauty who would stay on board, whilst his crew would dance a jig.
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The waves rolled over each other towards the shore of white sand, leaving it soaked. The bow of the 'Faithful' cut through the sea. A group of dolphins swam alongside showing off their spectacular flips and jumps. Over looking them was a girl with a slender figure and long brown hair tied neatly back into a bun. She breathed in the salty air and made a sly smile. Her gown of violet fell past her feet trailing behind her as she walked.
As she peered into the distance she could see the tall masts of other ships at Port Royal's docks. People were talking and shouting to each other as she drew closer.