Disclaimer: Not mine. Um....the plot might be mine in legal terms or something, but seeing as this is a story based on a movie I doubt that would hold up in court....
The Pirate Prince: Part Two
Will stood on the deck of the The Lady Death, the ship owned by the man that Bootstrap had trusted Will with. The man, Captain Barbossa, had once been a fellow crewmember of Bootstrap's on the ship The Black Pearl. The Black Pearl still existed and was still controlled by the infamous pirate, Jack Sparrow, but a few years ago, Barbossa and the crew had mutinied. They had left Sparrow with a sinking Black Pearl and left him to die in the ocean. Nobody was quite sure how Sparrow managed to survive, let alone patch up his ship and get a new crew.
Although, Will had heard this entire story from his father's crew before departing The Talon.
Bootstrap, however had assured Will that Barbossa was a trustworthy man and not to worry. Will sometimes doubted his father's judgment. It was that judgment that had Will stuck on this blasted ship while his father, still on Tortuga, faded into the distance as The Lady Death pulled away.
" Excuse me, Captain?" Will said after his father was finally lost from view. Barbossa, who was currently examining his compass, which appeared not to point North, looked up.
" Yes, lad?" Will winced. Barbossa's voice sounded like nails against stone.
" Um...if you don't mind me asking, how do you intend to drop me at Port Royal? You are pirates after all and with there being a military fort there and all....." Will trailed off as Barbossa stared at him. For a moment, Will thought that perhaps Barbossa hadn't considered this, but apparently he had.
" We've got that all planned, my lad." Barbossa replied, a rare grin flickering across his features. " You'll see. Now run and play, boy." Will grumbled and walked down the deck, a small bag containing all his belongings slung over his shoulder. He found himself by the edge of the ship, looking down at the waves below. Will shoved his hands in his pants pockets, his right fist closing around the locket that his pants contained. Sighing to himself, Will leaned against the edge of the ship and closed his eyes.
@ @ @
" Do ye think 'e is dead?" Said a voice. Will blearily opened his eyes and found that he had fallen asleep, leaning against the rail. His legs were cramped from standing for- Will noted how the sun had gone down-hours. Fog rolled over the water, giving the area a very creepy feel to it.
Suddenly, Will remembered the voice. He looked up and saw two men. One of the men had a glass eye and the other was balding.
" See? 'e was just sleepin'. Don't be a twit, Ragetti." Said the balding man. Ragetti grinned at Will.
" The cap'n said to come get you. We're givin' you to someone who won't get hanged for comin' onto Port Royal." Will stretched his stiff limbs and yawned.
" Did my father know 'bout this plan?" Will asked. If his father didn't know about it, chances are, it was dangerous.
" Most likely. Cap'n Barbossa got quite a pretty penny out of yer father to make sure ye get to Port Royal safely." The balding man replied. Will nodded and followed the two pirates as they led him to the a plank that attached The Lady Death to another ship. Barbossa stood at the plank. A man in a black cloak that covered his face stood beside him.
" Good evenin' to ye, Will. This here is Samuel Smith. He'll be takin' you to Port Royal. Have fun, lad." Will nodded. He'd rather be with Samuel than Barbossa. The man made Will uncomfortable. As Will started to follow Samuel, who was already half-way across the plank, Barbossa leaned down and whispered in Will's ear,
" Perhaps we will meet again somebody, Turner." Will looked back at Barbossa who smiled and tipped his hat as if nothing had happened.
Will ran across the plank after Samuel.
@ @ @
Samuel delivered Will to Port Royal with instructions to go to the King's Boys' Home on South Street. Will stood on the dock, looking around at the busy merchants. So Port Royal was to be his home now. It certainly didn't feel like it.
Will managed to find his way easily to the Home. The Boy's home was an old building with dead bushes all around the front door. Some sort of brown vine grew up the side of the building and the two of the lowermost windows were cracked.
Not exactly the most inviting of places. Sighing to himself, Will walked up to the front door and knocked. There was the sound of barking from within the building and shouts.
After a few moments, the door opened and an old woman poked her head out.
" What do you want?" She croked. The woman had beady eyes and short silver hair that was partially hidden under a white bonnet.
" Um...I'm Will Tuner. My father sent me to live here. This is the King's Boys' Home, right?" The woman nodded and opened the door further, motioning for Will to come in. Will adjusted the bag on his shoulder and went inside.
The inside of the Home was hardly worth the royalty in it's name. The walls were cracked and stained, the floor was the color of dried blood and several dogs ran around, howling. A few boys stood at the top of the stairs. They looked about Will's age. The woman turned to Will.
" I'm Mrs. Caldwell. Yer room is on the top floor, last room on the left side of the hallway. Don't expect me to help ye with any boyhood troubles or school ye. I'll put a roof over yer head and feed ye. That's all. I'll be in my sewing room. Don't bother me." Mrs. Caldwell marched away. Will wondered if his father had accidently sent Will to such a horrible place or if it was done on purpose.
Cursing his rotten luck, Will walked up the stairs. The boys had disappeared. After a few more staircases, Will made it to his room. The door swung open easily. The room was small, but thankfully clean. The walls were painted white and the floor was a light brown. In the middle of the room was a bed with clean sheets atop it and night-table next to it. Against the left wall was a dresser for Will's clothes. Obviously someone had taken great care to arrange this room. Perhaps, Will's father knew the Home was a dump so he had a room arranged that would cheer Will up. Will liked that idea.
On the right wall there was a window. Will walked over to it and saw a thick tree branch that, if it were a few inches longer, it would be inside the house. Will opened the window and heard the sounds of seagulls and the ocean that was not far off.
Sighing to himself, Will tossed his bag on the floor and lay down on the bed. The bedroom door suddenly opened and in walked a few of the boys.
" Why ye here?" Asked one of the boys, a stout young man with a crop of red hair on his head. Will was torn between answering the boy or telling him off for walking into his room without permission.
" My father sent me here." Will responded. The boy laughed.
" Another abandon case, eh? We're alike then. Me ma abandoned me too." Will's eyes darkened.
" My father did not abandon me. He sent me here because....." Will stopped suddenly. He couldn't tell this boy that his Bill Turner was a pirate.
The boy took the silence as Will not having an answer. He laughed again.
" Don't worry. Ye'll get used to it. I did. We all did." He motioned towards the other boys who were standing behind him. Will was about to protest, but the boy held up a hand to silence him.
" Our parents dinna want us. Get used to it." With a nod of his head, the boy and his companions exited the room, closing the door behind them. Will lay back on the bed, scowling at the ceiling. He couldn't live here. There was no way he could.
He would run away.
The Pirate Prince: Part Two
Will stood on the deck of the The Lady Death, the ship owned by the man that Bootstrap had trusted Will with. The man, Captain Barbossa, had once been a fellow crewmember of Bootstrap's on the ship The Black Pearl. The Black Pearl still existed and was still controlled by the infamous pirate, Jack Sparrow, but a few years ago, Barbossa and the crew had mutinied. They had left Sparrow with a sinking Black Pearl and left him to die in the ocean. Nobody was quite sure how Sparrow managed to survive, let alone patch up his ship and get a new crew.
Although, Will had heard this entire story from his father's crew before departing The Talon.
Bootstrap, however had assured Will that Barbossa was a trustworthy man and not to worry. Will sometimes doubted his father's judgment. It was that judgment that had Will stuck on this blasted ship while his father, still on Tortuga, faded into the distance as The Lady Death pulled away.
" Excuse me, Captain?" Will said after his father was finally lost from view. Barbossa, who was currently examining his compass, which appeared not to point North, looked up.
" Yes, lad?" Will winced. Barbossa's voice sounded like nails against stone.
" Um...if you don't mind me asking, how do you intend to drop me at Port Royal? You are pirates after all and with there being a military fort there and all....." Will trailed off as Barbossa stared at him. For a moment, Will thought that perhaps Barbossa hadn't considered this, but apparently he had.
" We've got that all planned, my lad." Barbossa replied, a rare grin flickering across his features. " You'll see. Now run and play, boy." Will grumbled and walked down the deck, a small bag containing all his belongings slung over his shoulder. He found himself by the edge of the ship, looking down at the waves below. Will shoved his hands in his pants pockets, his right fist closing around the locket that his pants contained. Sighing to himself, Will leaned against the edge of the ship and closed his eyes.
@ @ @
" Do ye think 'e is dead?" Said a voice. Will blearily opened his eyes and found that he had fallen asleep, leaning against the rail. His legs were cramped from standing for- Will noted how the sun had gone down-hours. Fog rolled over the water, giving the area a very creepy feel to it.
Suddenly, Will remembered the voice. He looked up and saw two men. One of the men had a glass eye and the other was balding.
" See? 'e was just sleepin'. Don't be a twit, Ragetti." Said the balding man. Ragetti grinned at Will.
" The cap'n said to come get you. We're givin' you to someone who won't get hanged for comin' onto Port Royal." Will stretched his stiff limbs and yawned.
" Did my father know 'bout this plan?" Will asked. If his father didn't know about it, chances are, it was dangerous.
" Most likely. Cap'n Barbossa got quite a pretty penny out of yer father to make sure ye get to Port Royal safely." The balding man replied. Will nodded and followed the two pirates as they led him to the a plank that attached The Lady Death to another ship. Barbossa stood at the plank. A man in a black cloak that covered his face stood beside him.
" Good evenin' to ye, Will. This here is Samuel Smith. He'll be takin' you to Port Royal. Have fun, lad." Will nodded. He'd rather be with Samuel than Barbossa. The man made Will uncomfortable. As Will started to follow Samuel, who was already half-way across the plank, Barbossa leaned down and whispered in Will's ear,
" Perhaps we will meet again somebody, Turner." Will looked back at Barbossa who smiled and tipped his hat as if nothing had happened.
Will ran across the plank after Samuel.
@ @ @
Samuel delivered Will to Port Royal with instructions to go to the King's Boys' Home on South Street. Will stood on the dock, looking around at the busy merchants. So Port Royal was to be his home now. It certainly didn't feel like it.
Will managed to find his way easily to the Home. The Boy's home was an old building with dead bushes all around the front door. Some sort of brown vine grew up the side of the building and the two of the lowermost windows were cracked.
Not exactly the most inviting of places. Sighing to himself, Will walked up to the front door and knocked. There was the sound of barking from within the building and shouts.
After a few moments, the door opened and an old woman poked her head out.
" What do you want?" She croked. The woman had beady eyes and short silver hair that was partially hidden under a white bonnet.
" Um...I'm Will Tuner. My father sent me to live here. This is the King's Boys' Home, right?" The woman nodded and opened the door further, motioning for Will to come in. Will adjusted the bag on his shoulder and went inside.
The inside of the Home was hardly worth the royalty in it's name. The walls were cracked and stained, the floor was the color of dried blood and several dogs ran around, howling. A few boys stood at the top of the stairs. They looked about Will's age. The woman turned to Will.
" I'm Mrs. Caldwell. Yer room is on the top floor, last room on the left side of the hallway. Don't expect me to help ye with any boyhood troubles or school ye. I'll put a roof over yer head and feed ye. That's all. I'll be in my sewing room. Don't bother me." Mrs. Caldwell marched away. Will wondered if his father had accidently sent Will to such a horrible place or if it was done on purpose.
Cursing his rotten luck, Will walked up the stairs. The boys had disappeared. After a few more staircases, Will made it to his room. The door swung open easily. The room was small, but thankfully clean. The walls were painted white and the floor was a light brown. In the middle of the room was a bed with clean sheets atop it and night-table next to it. Against the left wall was a dresser for Will's clothes. Obviously someone had taken great care to arrange this room. Perhaps, Will's father knew the Home was a dump so he had a room arranged that would cheer Will up. Will liked that idea.
On the right wall there was a window. Will walked over to it and saw a thick tree branch that, if it were a few inches longer, it would be inside the house. Will opened the window and heard the sounds of seagulls and the ocean that was not far off.
Sighing to himself, Will tossed his bag on the floor and lay down on the bed. The bedroom door suddenly opened and in walked a few of the boys.
" Why ye here?" Asked one of the boys, a stout young man with a crop of red hair on his head. Will was torn between answering the boy or telling him off for walking into his room without permission.
" My father sent me here." Will responded. The boy laughed.
" Another abandon case, eh? We're alike then. Me ma abandoned me too." Will's eyes darkened.
" My father did not abandon me. He sent me here because....." Will stopped suddenly. He couldn't tell this boy that his Bill Turner was a pirate.
The boy took the silence as Will not having an answer. He laughed again.
" Don't worry. Ye'll get used to it. I did. We all did." He motioned towards the other boys who were standing behind him. Will was about to protest, but the boy held up a hand to silence him.
" Our parents dinna want us. Get used to it." With a nod of his head, the boy and his companions exited the room, closing the door behind them. Will lay back on the bed, scowling at the ceiling. He couldn't live here. There was no way he could.
He would run away.