Ok, here's the sixth chappie about how Will got captured while retrieving the charts. As you will see later I don't know when Elizabeth's b-day is
It wasn't like I was chosen to steal the charts, Will thought as he crept silently in the sewer, tunnel thingies, I volunteered. Will groaned as once again he was sucked knee deep into slimy brown sludge. He was glad for the tunnels which ran right beneath the steamy building he had to get into.
Will ducked his head and crawled underneath a broken, low part of the tunnel. A rat scurried across the ground. Looking up, Will saw that he was directly underneath the building he had to get into. Now he just had to find a way to get in. He pressed up on the ceiling of the tunnel. Nothing happened. He didn't have a sword or anything to cut through the dirt and wood. All he had was the dagger his father had given him.
This is going to take some time, Will thought as he took out the dagger. Pressing the blade to the tunnel ceiling, Will began scraping away the dirt and grime that coated the bottom side of the floor wood.
Two hours later, Will had carved a hole in the tunnel large enough for him to fit through. He put away his knife and pushed himself up through the hole into the dark building. When he was through he covered over the hole with dirt.
The halls in the building were dark and Will keep himself from tripping a couple of times. Once, as he held onto the side of the wall to keep from falling, a vision of Elizabeth flashed in his mind.
Flashback:
It was a swelteringly hot Sunday in July. Will and Elizabeth were out walking in the feilds.. "Will," Elizabeth said, "I am turning sixteen next week and my father insists we stop seeing each other." "Well if that's the case, Miss Swann, as long as you're happy I'm happy," Will had replied. "No, Will." Elizabeth stammered, standing in front of him, "I will not be happy if I am never to see you again. And for the last time, please call me Elizabeth." "I'm sorry, Miss Swann, but it wouldn't be right," Will confirmed. "Then I will call you Mr. Turner," Elizabeth said in a huff.
This flashback almost made Will smile. Elizabeth had threatened to call him Mr. Turner many times but she had never stuck to it. It was only a threat to get him to call her by her first name.
Will kept walking. Finally, the room with the charts. Will was surprised they weren't guarded. Oh well, he thought, grabbing the charts and hiding them under his arm. Now all he had to do was get out of there and he would be safe. Will tried his hardest to walk silently and slowly and not brake into a run. The next thing he heard was, "Stop! Who goes there?!" Then he felt a sharp pain in the back of his head and fell to the ground.
ok, sorry this chappie is short and it sucks. but hte next on will hopefully be better.