Disclaimer: If only I really did own these characters, but sadly I don't, I
just use them however I like. Ha!
A/N: First time I've really written this character as a main character, so if it seems off to you, just tell me.
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Fireflies danced and crickets chirped softly adding their unique sound to the already growing song of the birds outside of the window. Amazing how even though it was the middle of the night, the world outside was teeming with life, just like Will Turner's brain. Wiping the cold sweat off of his forehead, Will turned over slowly in the bed he shared with Elizabeth, moving gently so as not to wake his wife. He was now facing her back, watching it moving slowly up and down as she breathed softly in her peaceful sleep. Will reached over and played with a lock of her light brown hair, twirling it and twisting it on his finger. Leaning on his elbow, he was tempted to kiss the back of her neck, but resisted, not wanting to wake her. He sighed and released the soft strands of her hair, turning over again, so he was lying on his back. Will glanced back over at Elizabeth quickly. 'Well,' he thought, 'at least one of us is getting a good night's sleep.'
Looking back out the window, Will saw that there would still be several more hours until morning, and until he could legitimately get up and go to work. Besides, Elizabeth thought that he had been working too hard lately anyway, and getting up six hours early would needlessly provoke her temper. Trying to entertain his wandering mind, Will began to count exactly how many geckos he could find camouflaged on the ceiling, betting with himself on which one would fall first. There went the little brown one. And there goes the big green one. Darn, he thought that one would fall off last. Losing a bet is one thing, but betting with yourself and losing is entirely more depressing. Soon, they had all skittered off to wherever it was geckos went at this time in the morning. 'Speaking of this time in the morning.' Will thought, 'Assuming that clock is right, it's now one thirty and I'm still awake.' Will sighed again and tried to clear his mind.
Restlessly staring up at the ceiling he began to think about the dream that had woken him up in a cold sweat and had haunted his sleep for years. The dream started the same as it always had, in his small childhood home, with his mother sitting by the fire. His father walked in, and his mother ran to him, clutching onto the man for dear life. Will yelled for his father and tried to get to him, but all that he did was rebuke and yell accusingly at his son.
"You left me, you left me alone. How could you ever think that I would want to see you again?" He yelled. Will looked at his father, with hurt in his eyes. "No, you left me alone. But now you're back and it doesn't matter anymore. Everything's all right now." Then, when he tried to run into his mother's arms she yelled in the same way, repeating exactly what his father had said. Normally, next in the dream, he ended up chasing his mother and father down the streets of the town and up to the dock where they both disappeared. It had happened the same way almost every night since he was a child, but that was not what had happened tonight.
This time his mother yelled in the same way, but then out of nowhere Elizabeth appeared. Suddenly Will wasn't a boy anymore, he was himself and Elizabeth stood up to stand with his parents. "Will," she said, "you left me when I needed you more than ever. How could you do this to me Will? To us?" Then, as he walked over to her, a small child appeared in her arms and as he got close enough to touch it, they both disappeared. He stood calling her name, but no one appeared and he was left alone. Then he woke up in a cold sweat and sat staring at the ceiling, just like he was doing now. Will did not know why the nightmare was suddenly different or why it had surprised him so much when he saw Elizabeth sleeping soundly beside him, the way they had for over a year.
Will's heart began to beat faster as he revisited the dream from earlier in the night, and he knew that he couldn't sleep and he couldn't sit in that bed alone with his thoughts until daylight. Legs twitching, body begging him to stand and move Will put his feet firmly on the cold floor. Getting up carefully, so the bed would not move he walked over to a chair and put on some normal clothes. Will was going to the only place he knew would make him feel better and quiet his thoughts. After all, he was a blacksmith and that had been his life for a long time. He knew that working with metal was the singular way he would clear his mind tonight.
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The sound of metal hitting metal was the only thing Will heard for almost an hour. It was strange how the loud, jarring noise of the hammer was so comforting and peaceful to him, when you would think that it would create a larger problem. But hey, whatever works, works. Will was about to bring the hammer down in another hard hit when he saw, or rather heard something move behind him. From habit more than speculation, Will looked over to where his trusty donkey normally stood, but he knew of course that he would not find him standing there. There was no obvious source for the noise so Will kept pounding the heated metal, trying to ease his mind.
Once again, there was a noise behind him, like boots on sand no...several pairs of boots on sand. He turned with the heavy hammer in his hand to face whatever intruders were plaguing him and bothering his work. Yet again, nothing was to be found. Against his better judgment, Will turned his back to the noise, placing the hammer again on the anvil and walking towards where his sword hung on the wall. Picking it up in his hand, he felt the familiar weight comforting and strong. Will listened intently and spun to face his attacker or attackers as the case may be. He brought his sword up into a defensive position, preparing his muscles for whatever fight might arise. There was a quick movement out of the corner of his eye but before Will could react, he felt a hard blow to the back of his head and the room spun before going completely dark.
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Review if you liked it, or if you didn't. Flames will be used to roast marshmallows and I will give smores to the good reviewers. : D
A/N: First time I've really written this character as a main character, so if it seems off to you, just tell me.
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Fireflies danced and crickets chirped softly adding their unique sound to the already growing song of the birds outside of the window. Amazing how even though it was the middle of the night, the world outside was teeming with life, just like Will Turner's brain. Wiping the cold sweat off of his forehead, Will turned over slowly in the bed he shared with Elizabeth, moving gently so as not to wake his wife. He was now facing her back, watching it moving slowly up and down as she breathed softly in her peaceful sleep. Will reached over and played with a lock of her light brown hair, twirling it and twisting it on his finger. Leaning on his elbow, he was tempted to kiss the back of her neck, but resisted, not wanting to wake her. He sighed and released the soft strands of her hair, turning over again, so he was lying on his back. Will glanced back over at Elizabeth quickly. 'Well,' he thought, 'at least one of us is getting a good night's sleep.'
Looking back out the window, Will saw that there would still be several more hours until morning, and until he could legitimately get up and go to work. Besides, Elizabeth thought that he had been working too hard lately anyway, and getting up six hours early would needlessly provoke her temper. Trying to entertain his wandering mind, Will began to count exactly how many geckos he could find camouflaged on the ceiling, betting with himself on which one would fall first. There went the little brown one. And there goes the big green one. Darn, he thought that one would fall off last. Losing a bet is one thing, but betting with yourself and losing is entirely more depressing. Soon, they had all skittered off to wherever it was geckos went at this time in the morning. 'Speaking of this time in the morning.' Will thought, 'Assuming that clock is right, it's now one thirty and I'm still awake.' Will sighed again and tried to clear his mind.
Restlessly staring up at the ceiling he began to think about the dream that had woken him up in a cold sweat and had haunted his sleep for years. The dream started the same as it always had, in his small childhood home, with his mother sitting by the fire. His father walked in, and his mother ran to him, clutching onto the man for dear life. Will yelled for his father and tried to get to him, but all that he did was rebuke and yell accusingly at his son.
"You left me, you left me alone. How could you ever think that I would want to see you again?" He yelled. Will looked at his father, with hurt in his eyes. "No, you left me alone. But now you're back and it doesn't matter anymore. Everything's all right now." Then, when he tried to run into his mother's arms she yelled in the same way, repeating exactly what his father had said. Normally, next in the dream, he ended up chasing his mother and father down the streets of the town and up to the dock where they both disappeared. It had happened the same way almost every night since he was a child, but that was not what had happened tonight.
This time his mother yelled in the same way, but then out of nowhere Elizabeth appeared. Suddenly Will wasn't a boy anymore, he was himself and Elizabeth stood up to stand with his parents. "Will," she said, "you left me when I needed you more than ever. How could you do this to me Will? To us?" Then, as he walked over to her, a small child appeared in her arms and as he got close enough to touch it, they both disappeared. He stood calling her name, but no one appeared and he was left alone. Then he woke up in a cold sweat and sat staring at the ceiling, just like he was doing now. Will did not know why the nightmare was suddenly different or why it had surprised him so much when he saw Elizabeth sleeping soundly beside him, the way they had for over a year.
Will's heart began to beat faster as he revisited the dream from earlier in the night, and he knew that he couldn't sleep and he couldn't sit in that bed alone with his thoughts until daylight. Legs twitching, body begging him to stand and move Will put his feet firmly on the cold floor. Getting up carefully, so the bed would not move he walked over to a chair and put on some normal clothes. Will was going to the only place he knew would make him feel better and quiet his thoughts. After all, he was a blacksmith and that had been his life for a long time. He knew that working with metal was the singular way he would clear his mind tonight.
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The sound of metal hitting metal was the only thing Will heard for almost an hour. It was strange how the loud, jarring noise of the hammer was so comforting and peaceful to him, when you would think that it would create a larger problem. But hey, whatever works, works. Will was about to bring the hammer down in another hard hit when he saw, or rather heard something move behind him. From habit more than speculation, Will looked over to where his trusty donkey normally stood, but he knew of course that he would not find him standing there. There was no obvious source for the noise so Will kept pounding the heated metal, trying to ease his mind.
Once again, there was a noise behind him, like boots on sand no...several pairs of boots on sand. He turned with the heavy hammer in his hand to face whatever intruders were plaguing him and bothering his work. Yet again, nothing was to be found. Against his better judgment, Will turned his back to the noise, placing the hammer again on the anvil and walking towards where his sword hung on the wall. Picking it up in his hand, he felt the familiar weight comforting and strong. Will listened intently and spun to face his attacker or attackers as the case may be. He brought his sword up into a defensive position, preparing his muscles for whatever fight might arise. There was a quick movement out of the corner of his eye but before Will could react, he felt a hard blow to the back of his head and the room spun before going completely dark.
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Review if you liked it, or if you didn't. Flames will be used to roast marshmallows and I will give smores to the good reviewers. : D