Disclaimer: -In a sing song voice- Ohhhhhhhh! I do not own any pirate characters!!! Noooooo I don't!!! Never ever, ever do I own Disney Pirates no matter how much I want to I dooooooooon't! Sooo PLEASE don't sue meeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!!! Cuz I am -big finish- Because I am……BROOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOKE!!!!! -ba da chi- thank you thank you -bows- (Also I don't own Wilson from Cast Away. Kinda ruined the song huh?)

Moving on now…

Twisted Story Continued…That should be it's title instead of the stupid one it had. Sorry folks I had a moment of blank creativity. Shocking huh? After Pirates VS Ninjas ad Truly Madly Deeply you would assume my creativity would never end huh? Well I will fix the title later. For now I write. (Two humorous stories you should check out) J

Will's twisted journey continues…heheheh

I still adore reviews as truly, madly, and deeply as ever!

Chapter Two:

-RAIN THE SIZE OF MINI VANS-

"In times of loneliness, consult your nearest volleyball."

Will had been traveling for nearly a week straight in search for the gates of hell with no luck. He was far from society and wasn't smart enough to pack food or water. However he didn't even know that he would be searching for the Devil himself, but because Demon easily persuaded him with his fancy flip-tricks he decided he would give the journey a try. The bristles on his lower face grew in thick and prickly, and there was no way that he could get rid of them now. He would have to wait until after the trade.

Parched, he fell to his knees, trying to drink his own saliva. It didn't work so he collapsed face first into the wet ground.

Oh get up! Demon poked his cheek with his staff. This is no time to quit.

"But I'm so thirsty!" Will complained. "I need water."

Oh you mortals and your needs. Demon rolled his eyes and continued to poke Will until the forked end on his staff broke the skin. Oops. Demon whistled, looking up at the cloudy sky. Will touched the side of his face. On his hand was a finger-pricks amount of blood.

Oh it's not that much.

"Am I even going the right way?" Will stood back up.

Well sure. You've been following the sun right into sunset, right?

Will's brow furrowed. "What?" he fumed.

Yea, the way to the gates of hell is, from Tortuga, follow the sun for six days.

"I've been going the wrong way!?" he shouted.

Hey, don't blame me for your mistake. Demon defended.

"My mistake? You're the one who convinced me to through with this crazy plan in the first place!" Will clenched his fists.

Hey, calm down lover boy. Demon pointed his fork at Will defensively. Hey think of it this way. You can head back to Tortuga, get some food for your trip then you won't starve!

Will lunged at Demon. His efforts were failure, the red blob raced out of his way then onto the top of Will when he landed. Take that! He stabbed Will's back, thrusting the fork in and out of his skin. Will flipped over, crushing Demon beneath him.

Can't…BREATHE!

What are you two doing? With curlers in his hair, Angel stood a few feet near them, tapping his foot.

"Where have you been?" Will questioned, getting off of Demon.

It was an appointment I couldn't miss. He pointed at his hair, shrugging apologetically.

Ah look! The transvestite is getting his hair done.

Is it a sin to look this good?

No, but it should be a sin to look that bad! Demon pointed at Angel and snickered.

Well, I got news for you pitchfork. We look the same! Demon's laughter fell into a glare.

"Alright, enough of the arguing. What do I do?"

What happened? Angel asked, pulling out the curlers.

"Pitchfork over here led me the wrong way."

Hey only I can call him pitchfork, Angel said.

Yeah, only he can call me-hey!

And anyways, just turn around and head back to Tortuga.

"Wait, you want me to go find hell's gates?"

Well no, I plan on making you change your mind once we get there.

"Why don't you try to make me change my mind now?" Will asked, concerned his shoulder angel was lacking the help department.

Baby steps, William. Baby steps. I help you in the ways I can now, and when we get to hell's gates then I tell you don't do it. Angel 'poofed' from sight.

Well, get a move on! Demon was next to disappear.

Will stood and sighed. Tortuga here I come.

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By now, his beard grew straggly and in his hair nested various pieces of nature. He only had one day left before he would come upon Tortuga. Once there, he would gather food and water and wait a day before actually searching for the gates of hell…again.

With the sun going down in the sky, he leaned against a palm tree and sighed. As the wind picked up, it pushed a white ball from some brush to his feet. "Huh?" Will leaned over to pick it up. He tossed the ball a little ways into the air and caught it. Better keep moving, he thought to himself.

With volleyball in arm, he trudged through the palm trees, hungrier and thirstier then ever. Night quickly rolled in, meaning that he would have to set up some sort of camp. He found a nice spot near some fallen palm trees. He sat the ball with the printed name WILSON on it while he attempted to start a fire.

Will had been rubbing the sticks in his hand for a good few minutes when a light rain began to fall.

"It could be heavier," he told himself, trying to look on the bright side of his situation. On queue, the rain began to fall from the sky harder, pounding dear William and his volleyball. "Just my luck-ow ow OW!"

The rain began to impale Will. It rammed him to the ground, he was paralyzed against its wrath. It went on like that for two hours straight.

When it did let up, he noticed his hand was covered in blood. It was punctured on a rock, which the rain had slammed it into. For no particular reason he chucked the volleyball further into the trees. Will tore a piece of his shirt off to wrap it over his wound.

A few minutes of loneliness led him to call out, "Wilson? Wilson! I'm sorry!" He darted through the trees and picked up the blood stained volleyball. "I'm sorry Wilson." The volleyball frowned at him. "Please don't look at me like that. You know I didn't mean it!" Will pouted. "Friends?"

Who is he talking to? Angel asked Demon from a few feet back.

Don't you mean what is he talking to? Demon whispered back at Angel.

And now he's stroking it.

Why'd I sign up for this lunatic?

You didn't. You were born to direct him to hell.

As you to were to direct him along the path of girliness and sissyness and teach him how to sew, and cry.

Hey, at least I don't knit by the fireplace! Talk about girlie.

Those socks were for mom! Demon shook an angry finger at Angel who stood with his back turned, tittering.

"Come on Wilson. This rain isn't getting any dryer." Will patted the volleyball, a smile now on his face. He set Wilson down by the fallen palm tree and took his place on the ground next to him. He fell quickly asleep, with that smile still settled on his face. His face that needed a good shave.

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Poor Will never seems to get a break! Well, as long as Demon guides him on his journey, I'm sure that his life will only get better…cough…Stay tuned for more abnormal weather and copywrited volleyballs! XD