"This is madness," growled Will Turner into the dark night. And a dark
night it was, the Caribbean summer air so thick it was like cutting through
hot, damp black velvet. He fanned out his shirt trying for some relief in
the still air. There was no breeze to relieve the stifling atmosphere. Will
sighed, "come on! We've been stuck here for a week!"
"Storm's in the air," Dominic Ajedraz said from behind Will. Dom was the Captain of 'The Endeavor' and one of Will's close friends.
"Dom, there's not a breeze in the air. There is no storm." Will argued fruitlessly.
Dom shrugged one shoulder listlessly, "red sky at night, sailors delight, red sky in the morning, sailor's warning." he quoted ominously. "Did you see the sky this morning Young Master Turner?"
Will hadn't. But in a few hours, he'd wish to God he had.
//--//
Captain Jack Sparrow was drunk. This wasn't an uncommon occasion of course, but the reasons behind his drunken stupor were rather uncommon. Jack was drunk because of a boy. No, a man. A man by the name of William Turner.
'Oh if his father was buried on land, he'd be leaping out of ground to kill me now...' Jack thought inebriated.
Jack staggered to his feet and stumbled in the direction of the Pearl. A sharp wind blew through the streets of Tortuga and Jack brought his head up sharply. At the first scent of storm flavored air, Jack's un-sobriety fled. He ran for the whore houses and roused Gibbs. Then he found Anamaria. He wanted away from the hurricane that was sure to blow.
In less than 15 minutes, Jack was sailing out of port into the open ocean. He skirted around the dark brewing storm. When he was sure they were safe, Jack put Gibbs, Cotton and Ana on watch and went to sleep off the rest of his drunkenness.
Jack fell asleep easily, a face painted into his eyes. Will Turner the younger.
Little did Jack know the peril that the object of his heart was in at the very same moment...
//--//
Will hung onto the ropes to the sails like there was no tomorrow. The way the lightening was flashing and the storm was thundering, William considered that a direct possibility. Dominic called over the thunder, "WILLIAM! GET DOWN!"
"RIGHT!" he called back and edged off the mizzenmast. A wave forced 'The Endeavor' to list sharply to the right and Will tumbled to the deck. But as luck would have it, Will's desperately questing fingers snagged a bit of rope and while Will's arm jerked painfully, it stopped his fall. He slid the rest of the way down and Dominic clasped his arm.
"WILL! TAKE THE HELM!"
"WHAT?! WHY?!" Will roared back.
"JUST DO IT!" Dom glared at him. Will nodded slowly and they clasped fingers again as Will moved towards the helm. Dom began to climb the mainsail a knife between his clenched teeth. Will tried to avoid waves but it was impossible. 'Nay lad, not impossible...only improbable...' a voice whispered in the back of his head. "Go away Jack, I'll have time for you later," Will whispered to the heart ache.
Suddenly he heard a crash and his head snapped up, Dominic was falling! "DOM!" he yelled and Dominic fell into the sea. Will scrambled to the side of the ship to look for his fallen friend. In the turbulent seas the man was no where to be found. Because Will had abandoned his post at the helm, when 'The Endeavor' sharply keened to the port side, the boom listed with her. Will was rammed in the back of the head with it and he tumbled over the edge to be lost in the angry water.
And in his cabin not too far away...Captain Jack Sparrow surged up right. Something was not right...
"Storm's in the air," Dominic Ajedraz said from behind Will. Dom was the Captain of 'The Endeavor' and one of Will's close friends.
"Dom, there's not a breeze in the air. There is no storm." Will argued fruitlessly.
Dom shrugged one shoulder listlessly, "red sky at night, sailors delight, red sky in the morning, sailor's warning." he quoted ominously. "Did you see the sky this morning Young Master Turner?"
Will hadn't. But in a few hours, he'd wish to God he had.
//--//
Captain Jack Sparrow was drunk. This wasn't an uncommon occasion of course, but the reasons behind his drunken stupor were rather uncommon. Jack was drunk because of a boy. No, a man. A man by the name of William Turner.
'Oh if his father was buried on land, he'd be leaping out of ground to kill me now...' Jack thought inebriated.
Jack staggered to his feet and stumbled in the direction of the Pearl. A sharp wind blew through the streets of Tortuga and Jack brought his head up sharply. At the first scent of storm flavored air, Jack's un-sobriety fled. He ran for the whore houses and roused Gibbs. Then he found Anamaria. He wanted away from the hurricane that was sure to blow.
In less than 15 minutes, Jack was sailing out of port into the open ocean. He skirted around the dark brewing storm. When he was sure they were safe, Jack put Gibbs, Cotton and Ana on watch and went to sleep off the rest of his drunkenness.
Jack fell asleep easily, a face painted into his eyes. Will Turner the younger.
Little did Jack know the peril that the object of his heart was in at the very same moment...
//--//
Will hung onto the ropes to the sails like there was no tomorrow. The way the lightening was flashing and the storm was thundering, William considered that a direct possibility. Dominic called over the thunder, "WILLIAM! GET DOWN!"
"RIGHT!" he called back and edged off the mizzenmast. A wave forced 'The Endeavor' to list sharply to the right and Will tumbled to the deck. But as luck would have it, Will's desperately questing fingers snagged a bit of rope and while Will's arm jerked painfully, it stopped his fall. He slid the rest of the way down and Dominic clasped his arm.
"WILL! TAKE THE HELM!"
"WHAT?! WHY?!" Will roared back.
"JUST DO IT!" Dom glared at him. Will nodded slowly and they clasped fingers again as Will moved towards the helm. Dom began to climb the mainsail a knife between his clenched teeth. Will tried to avoid waves but it was impossible. 'Nay lad, not impossible...only improbable...' a voice whispered in the back of his head. "Go away Jack, I'll have time for you later," Will whispered to the heart ache.
Suddenly he heard a crash and his head snapped up, Dominic was falling! "DOM!" he yelled and Dominic fell into the sea. Will scrambled to the side of the ship to look for his fallen friend. In the turbulent seas the man was no where to be found. Because Will had abandoned his post at the helm, when 'The Endeavor' sharply keened to the port side, the boom listed with her. Will was rammed in the back of the head with it and he tumbled over the edge to be lost in the angry water.
And in his cabin not too far away...Captain Jack Sparrow surged up right. Something was not right...