Just Keep Walking.
Over time, things would appear to be better, he was sure. Will liked Jack. Jack was so intent of his freedom and that ship of his, that he didn't often have time to consider anything else. They would get themselves into such messes that Will often thought they'd never get out of them alive, but Jack-being the infamous pirate that he was-always found a way out of everything. This time, Will wasn't so sure. He sat up in the hay-bound cell and looked over to Jack. How the Captain ever managed to sleep so peacefully in such a place, was beyond Will, but he was certain the rum had something to do with it.
"Jack!" Will whispered harshly.
Jack remained oblivious to anything that seemed to be going on around him and continued to doze peacefully.
"Jack!" Will repeated, though louder this time.
Jack seemed to frown. He turned from lying on his back to rolling over onto his left side and he grunted some sort of response
"Don't you turn your back on me, Jack-its your fault we're here, now wake up!" Will huffed, reaching out and thumping Jack on the back.
"Ow!" Jack cried, bolting upright and then glaring at Will.
"At least you're sober." Will mentioned.
Jack frowned at him and settled himself back down, resting his head on his arms behind him.
"Not a bad life, this," he murmured, dreamily.
Will frowned and sat up, cross-legged.
"What do you mean? You want freedom, don't you? Being in a cell is not freedom, Jack." Will answered sharply.
"You're just bitter because you didn't get to fight," Jack said with a small chuckle to his words.
"I did get to fight!" Will protested.
Jack looked to him, his left eyebrow raised in a somewhat challenging manner.
"If you call tripping over you own shoe and then screaming like a girl fighting, I'd hate to see your pathetic side," Jack answered.
Will sat up furthermore and frowned.
"I didn't trip, Jack, I was just startled by all those people coming at us. They came from no-where." He replied a little scornfully.
Jack finally sat up and sighed. He gave a small yawn before standing and propping himself up against the bars.
"They all come from somewhere, Will. Thing is, where they come from is where we're going, so it's going to get a lot harder to hide ourselves as they become more aware of us." Jack said with a small sigh.
Will stood up and ran a hand down one of the rusty bars.
"But we're trapped here, Jack. How can we get to where we want when we're stuck behind these rusty old bars?"
Jack turned to him slightly and snorted a laugh.
"Oh, where are the violins, Will? You're so dramatic. We can get out of this! It's easy when you know how."
Will looked to him.
"I don't know how." He answered softly.
Jack nodded and spun away from the bars.
"I do." He answered.
***
After a somewhat tedious belt of hacking and chipping, the barred window came lose and Jack slid easily out. Will was quick to follow and together, both he and Jack began to run to the left, in order to be protected by the undergrowth.
"How long do we have to hide here?" Will whispered, as they ducked under the bushes and shrubs.
"As long as it takes for them to realise we're missing." He answered.
Will frowned.
"Before you question my madness, the last place of they'll think to look for us, is the first place they put us. Here. They'll be off out searching the sea and shore, and we'll be here, laughing at them." Jack answered, his voice slurred and fast-paced.
As night fell, still no movement was made into realising that both captives were missing. It took a further hour or so for one of the guards to call upon his commander and then began the frantic search for the two missing thieves. Flustered silhouettes of guards and footmen scurried the land, but did not think to climb the trees. Jack had climbed the trees, Will in close pursuit, and now Jack was lapping it in.
"They're just not cut out for messing with Captain Jack Sparrow," he whispered eccentrically to Will.
Will frowned. Ever since they'd climbed the bloody tree, all Jack had done was quenched his thirst on his seemingly endless supply of rum. He was making less and less sense by the minute.
"Shh, Jack-they'll be able to hear your babbling and then we'll be in for it." Will warned.
Jack looked at Will for a while. He studied the blacksmith's face strangely before letting out a documented bellow of a laugh and ended up dropping his canister of rum.
"No! Not my rum!" He cried, reaching out as it fell from his grasp to the bushes below.
"Jack, sit still, you'll fall! Jack, its only rum!" Will cried, trying his up most to deter Jack from reaching out.
"Its not just rum, Will, its so good! You can't say its only rum when you haven't experienced its full glory. You wouldn't have Will, you're too young, I love it and I have experienced it and-"
Jack never finished his sentence. Instead he plunged eight-foot to the ground, landing on an unsuspecting footman, who was somewhat surprised by the intrusion. After that, Jack and Will found themselves in more trouble than they had ever bargained for. They were both sentanced. And that sentace was the worst one imaginable.
Over time, things would appear to be better, he was sure. Will liked Jack. Jack was so intent of his freedom and that ship of his, that he didn't often have time to consider anything else. They would get themselves into such messes that Will often thought they'd never get out of them alive, but Jack-being the infamous pirate that he was-always found a way out of everything. This time, Will wasn't so sure. He sat up in the hay-bound cell and looked over to Jack. How the Captain ever managed to sleep so peacefully in such a place, was beyond Will, but he was certain the rum had something to do with it.
"Jack!" Will whispered harshly.
Jack remained oblivious to anything that seemed to be going on around him and continued to doze peacefully.
"Jack!" Will repeated, though louder this time.
Jack seemed to frown. He turned from lying on his back to rolling over onto his left side and he grunted some sort of response
"Don't you turn your back on me, Jack-its your fault we're here, now wake up!" Will huffed, reaching out and thumping Jack on the back.
"Ow!" Jack cried, bolting upright and then glaring at Will.
"At least you're sober." Will mentioned.
Jack frowned at him and settled himself back down, resting his head on his arms behind him.
"Not a bad life, this," he murmured, dreamily.
Will frowned and sat up, cross-legged.
"What do you mean? You want freedom, don't you? Being in a cell is not freedom, Jack." Will answered sharply.
"You're just bitter because you didn't get to fight," Jack said with a small chuckle to his words.
"I did get to fight!" Will protested.
Jack looked to him, his left eyebrow raised in a somewhat challenging manner.
"If you call tripping over you own shoe and then screaming like a girl fighting, I'd hate to see your pathetic side," Jack answered.
Will sat up furthermore and frowned.
"I didn't trip, Jack, I was just startled by all those people coming at us. They came from no-where." He replied a little scornfully.
Jack finally sat up and sighed. He gave a small yawn before standing and propping himself up against the bars.
"They all come from somewhere, Will. Thing is, where they come from is where we're going, so it's going to get a lot harder to hide ourselves as they become more aware of us." Jack said with a small sigh.
Will stood up and ran a hand down one of the rusty bars.
"But we're trapped here, Jack. How can we get to where we want when we're stuck behind these rusty old bars?"
Jack turned to him slightly and snorted a laugh.
"Oh, where are the violins, Will? You're so dramatic. We can get out of this! It's easy when you know how."
Will looked to him.
"I don't know how." He answered softly.
Jack nodded and spun away from the bars.
"I do." He answered.
***
After a somewhat tedious belt of hacking and chipping, the barred window came lose and Jack slid easily out. Will was quick to follow and together, both he and Jack began to run to the left, in order to be protected by the undergrowth.
"How long do we have to hide here?" Will whispered, as they ducked under the bushes and shrubs.
"As long as it takes for them to realise we're missing." He answered.
Will frowned.
"Before you question my madness, the last place of they'll think to look for us, is the first place they put us. Here. They'll be off out searching the sea and shore, and we'll be here, laughing at them." Jack answered, his voice slurred and fast-paced.
As night fell, still no movement was made into realising that both captives were missing. It took a further hour or so for one of the guards to call upon his commander and then began the frantic search for the two missing thieves. Flustered silhouettes of guards and footmen scurried the land, but did not think to climb the trees. Jack had climbed the trees, Will in close pursuit, and now Jack was lapping it in.
"They're just not cut out for messing with Captain Jack Sparrow," he whispered eccentrically to Will.
Will frowned. Ever since they'd climbed the bloody tree, all Jack had done was quenched his thirst on his seemingly endless supply of rum. He was making less and less sense by the minute.
"Shh, Jack-they'll be able to hear your babbling and then we'll be in for it." Will warned.
Jack looked at Will for a while. He studied the blacksmith's face strangely before letting out a documented bellow of a laugh and ended up dropping his canister of rum.
"No! Not my rum!" He cried, reaching out as it fell from his grasp to the bushes below.
"Jack, sit still, you'll fall! Jack, its only rum!" Will cried, trying his up most to deter Jack from reaching out.
"Its not just rum, Will, its so good! You can't say its only rum when you haven't experienced its full glory. You wouldn't have Will, you're too young, I love it and I have experienced it and-"
Jack never finished his sentence. Instead he plunged eight-foot to the ground, landing on an unsuspecting footman, who was somewhat surprised by the intrusion. After that, Jack and Will found themselves in more trouble than they had ever bargained for. They were both sentanced. And that sentace was the worst one imaginable.