Despite his better effort, Will flinched from the sharp pain across his palm. Barbossa smirked at him and dropped the bloodied medallion into the chest with the rest of the Aztec gold. For a moment all was silent, and then a soft whisper from a pirate in the back near the cave entrance, "I feel…" A wild cheer broke out, quickly dissolving into rowdy laughter and loud chatter. The rum was immediately passed around and any semblance to order was gone. Barbossa shoved Will towards the unruly bunch and pulled out an apple, gazing at it like a long lost love. The pirate captain walked off without a backwards glance towards the blacksmith.
As Will was swallowed by the crowd, fear rushed up into his chest, quickly replacing the shock of still being alive. Callous hands grasped and groped at him. He struggled in vain against the greedy hands of the pirates, but their frenzied bloodlust were intensified by the first sounds of ripping fabric. When he tried to fight back, Will was countered with brutal blows. When he tried to curl in on himself he was wrenched out straight. The abuse lasted an eternity. Some of the pirates just wanted to feel…anything, some to revel in the feeling of brutal violence, and some the ecstasy of the carnal intimacy. The first group grew tired of the sport first and moved on to feel other things. Once the second group had momentarily sated their thirst for blood, the last group seized control. Will was barely conscious by this time, but it mattered little these pirates so starved for these sensations. When one pirate moved away another took his place. One by one, they dispersed to sleep off the effects of their revelry, leaving Will where he lay in his blood. Periodically during the night a drunk pirate, wanting more, would return to his prone body before staggering off again.