Hey guys its us again (bobthetree123 and Emilijah and the Girls)
Sorry its taken awhile to put up more stories but we've had way too many assignments.
As noone reviewed last chapter, noones names will be mentioned. Wait, yes ONE person reviewed. Thankyou gadzooks97!
It was unappealing that noone except gadzooks reviewed or gave ideas as we are stuck for some. Please review, guys, even if the comments are bad. We really would appreciate it, and any ideas, even if they're stupid, tell us, and they will be included.
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Love, bobthetree123 and Emilijah and the Girls
Disclaimer: We do not own Pirates unfortunately, except for John - sort of (read to find out)
Will was blinded by the sun. Nonetheless, he walked forward.
And smacked into something hard.
Oh. That would be the window.
A few people in the waiting room giggled. Oops. He had thought the full length glass window had been the door. It had signs on it! But looking one pane of glass to his right, he saw another sign saying OPEN and CLOSED.
Oh. That must be the door.
Will moved to it and pushed it open. The wind caught him, stinging his face. Well, at least this door was genuine. Unlike that fake one.
Breathing in again, Will stepped outside.
He looked all around him. Buildings rose up to the sky, though not small cottages of brick, nor were they huge mansions made of plaster. Huge metal towers stared in front of him. Will was sure that he had never seen such things in his life. In wonder, he stepped forward.
And ran into something else.
He stumbled and tripped, falling flat on his front. He lay there for a few seconds, then sat up and turned around.
Will had tripped over a person, a messenger by the look of it. He too lay on the ground, now dusting his vest and picking up objects which were scattered around him. Will looked at one and realised that it was a letter. This definitely was a messenger.
Will looked at his face. It had lines of worry, and his mouth was moving as he was muttering apologies over and over again, but Will thought he recognised the face. But he had never seen this man before, he was sure. Well, didn't remember him from the last three hours, and couldn't remember anything from before that.
Who was he?
Just then the man glanced up and looked at Will. After a second though he looked down. But that was enough. Will gasped.
Another memory had just seared his mind. This man, in a blue coat, staring at the girl he knew as Elizabeth. He was wearing a white wig with coils. So this man must have some sort of tie with him, as he knew the girl, and must have been present in the memory for him to have remembered it. Unless he could see the future?.....
The man had stopped when he heard Will's gasp. He stared at him, horrified that he might have caused an injury to a hospital patient. But he found a man staring at him. He wondered why he had a shocked face.
Will saw the man stare at him. It might have been awkward, but this gave Will a chance to get a closer look at the man. He had a blue jacket on, long greying hair and a pointed nose.
'I'm so sorry. Do I know you?' Will asked, concerned.
'No, I'm sure not. I mean, I drop the mail each day and have seen many people, so that could be where you recognise me', he replied, in a clipped British accent.
'Hmm, maybe' Will said, though certain not. Then curious, he asked 'What's your name?'
'John Nollingter.' He extended a hand.
Will hesitated for a second, then shook it. 'William Turner.'
'Well, William. It was nice to meet you and all but I must get going. I'm so sorry to have held you up.' With that, John jumped up, shouldered his bag, and then walked off quickly. Will sat speechless, then quickly too got up, staring after the man. Confused, he shrugged then continued to walk, making sure not to run into anything else.
Will looked around, and saw a large street with metal horse-less carts moving through it. It was filled with hundreds of people, all dressed in different colours and styles, many similar to his. This seemed like a good place to fit in. He quickly moved onto the street, being pushed and prodded by a mass of people along the way.
Suddenly he heard a shout from behind him, though had absolutely no idea how as the noise in the street was tremendous.
'Will!'
He turned around. Among the crowd of people he saw a hand raised, waving in the air. He raced back to the hand, if you call 'racing' 'walking like a snail'. It took him five minutes to locate the hand, and was worried if it had given up on him. But when he got to its owner, he was stunned into oblivion. It was his apparent 'fiancée', Christine.
'Will, I'm so sorry I walked out on you like that I know it wasn't fair I realise you had concussion and some mental problems and shouldn't be mean that you couldn't remember anything, I was just annoyed that you remembered Elizabeth instead of me, but you've, like, known her for longer so I should have expected it and so I want to know if you still want to marry me because I understand if you don't. So what do you say?'
Will didn't know what to say. 'Huh?'
Christine giggled. 'Oh, always so proper aren't you. Well how about to celebrate we'll go get a drink at your favourite bar.'
Will didn't understand what was going on. He had given up trying to understand her garble at the beginning of the speech. He thought she was trying to say that she wanted to get married, but who could tell?
'Huh.'
'Come on, then!' Christine said in her high pitched voice, sounding like a little girl. Will didn't get to say anything before Christine grabbed his hand and dragged him to a shining red metal cart, similar to those he had seen on the street. She opened the door for him, letting him enclose himself alone. She walked around the cart to the other side, opened the other side, and climbed in. She reached behind her, and pulled a wide black band out from the wall, crossing it across her chest and into a lock next to her thigh. Will looked behind him and saw that he had a similar contraption, so copied her movements, fumbling often. Christine didn't say anything.
She started the cart, though Will had no idea how as there were no horses anywhere in sight. But somehow the cart started to move, jolting under him. While Christine drove, Will took in the cart. It had a leather interior, with bright lights behind a small wheel. The inside had a crisp, fresh smell. Will wondered how. Actually, he wondered a lot of things.
After about ten minutes, Will felt the cart stop. Christine unhooked her belt and climbed out of the cart. Will followed. He realised that they were right next to the ocean. Oh no. She was not taking him swimming. He will not swim! She can't make him!!!!!
But Christine grabbed hold of Will's hand and guided him to the opposite direction of the beach. Will sighed in relief. Though he didn't know why. What was wrong with swimming?
Christine led Will to a large enclosed pub, with a large sign 'The Loyal Wife' overhead. A few people were outside the tavern, talking and laughing, some completely drunk. Will saw a man completely unconscious lying on the ground. Will stared at him. He seemed to be in odd clothing, unnatural to those around him, though seemingly familiar to Will. He wore trousers, a long vest, a thick white shirt, and had long dreadlocked hair, with a leather hat covering his face. He seemed completely knocked out. Will wanted to stop and help this man, but Christine led him onwards.
But just before he was about to enter the doorway, the man moved, his arms moving to his face to lift off the hat very slightly to reveal gold teeth and a goatee. He spoke, grinning slyly. 'We meet again, William Turner.'
Will nearly fainted with shock. He had to keep a straight face though, and had to demand to ask who this man was. But the man had replaced his hat and sat still again. Will wondered if he had been hallucinating.
Wouldn't be the first time.
Christine led him into the bar. Will smelt beer and body odour. He could actually feel the stale sweat of the other men in there. He felt like he was going to be sick. How could he stay in here for the next hour?
Christine led him to the counter, and ordered two beers. She then started gibbering about nothing again. Will sat next to her, still wondering about the man outside.
But soon that was all forgotten.
As soon as he saw her, he knew. And the whole truth came out. And it was as neither of them had imagined.
Ha ha. Slight cliffhanger but predictable (sorry!) Once again, please review!