Willfest
Title: Making Plans
Author: immortaljedi aka jedipati
Characters: Will (Elizabeth, Gibbs, Jack, Barbossa)
Rating: G
Disclaimer: I certainly don't own Pirates of the Caribbean. If I did, I'd be a lot richer.
Word Count: 678
Summary: Will begins to plan how he will free his father. Just post DMC.
A/N: written for idlecuriosity's prompt silent, for the turningpirate challenge on livejournal.
Will Turner watched his fellow conspirators as they sat around the table in Tia Dalma's hut. In the light of day, things were not so clear to him. He'd agreed to an insane scheme, to bring a man back from the dead, led by a man who had been dead, who had tried to kill Will the last time they'd met.
The attempt was foolhardy, and Will didn't particularly want to do it. If he did… he looked at Elizabeth Swann in particular. She was obviously still grieving, though they now had a chance to get Jack back.
Will sighed and leaned against the wall. He flinched and shifted positions when that put pressure on the healing whip marks on his back. He'd agreed to go after the Pearl, not Jack. Everyone probably thought he was going to rescue Jack. He didn't care about Jack, the coward. It was fitting for Jack to die because of his own decisions. But he needed the Pearl to be able to face Jones and free his father.
The problem was, he needed to rescue Jack to get the Pearl. And he had to figure out how to take the Pearl. He had to think like a pirate. Jack had told him that piracy was in his blood. It was time to show it. He glanced at Gibbs. The man was still slightly subdued, but he seemed to be reenergized by the decision to find Jack.
If I had to be a pirate, what would I do? Will thought. He had several options. The first was risky, dangerous, and far beyond what he was willing to do. He could, after they rescue Jack, turn him right over to Jones, which would mean he wouldn't need the Pearl. But Will wasn't Jack, and he'd never abandon anyone to a fate like that. No one deserved to be stuck like that.
He could just walk out of this session and never return, trying to free his father by himself. That would never work. Will needed some form of leverage.
His third option was the one most likely to succeed, at least from what he could tell right now. Will's gaze rested on Barbossa. A mutiny could work. They would need to hire a crew, especially when they made their trip to the land of the dead. He could find some way to get that crew on his side.
Will nodded once. He'd flesh that plan out later, but for now, that would be his plan.
He continued to watch everyone else. He didn't feel like joining the group just yet, and he preferred to observe them. He knew that he couldn't confide in any of the men. He'd die before he trusted Barbossa, and the rest were loyal enough to Jack that he wouldn't get any help from them, even Pintel and Ragetti. He didn't know what Tia Dalma's stake in this was, but he knew she had to have her own plans. She had so eagerly pounced on his unfortunate words the night before. She needed Jack, for something beyond the obvious. So, until he knew why she wanted Jack, and if she'd be willing to have Jack without the Pearl, he wouldn't trust her.
That left Elizabeth. Will sighed heavily as he watched his fiancée. Normally, he'd tell her, but he knew he couldn't. She loved Jack; that much was obvious from her actions yesterday. She'd side with Jack.
He would have to do this alone, though with luck, he'd pick up allies who didn't care about Jack Sparrow on the way.
Will nodded again. He knew what he needed to do, and why he needed to do it. Of course, if things changed and he found some way to free his father without the Pearl, he could always change his plans.
He decisions made, though he knew he wouldn't be comfortable with them for some time, Will stepped forward and sat down at the table. For the first time since he'd said "Aye" the night before, he opened his mouth to speak.
As usual, I must thank my lovely beta, Arquenniel, for the incredible job she does.