Author: immortaljedi aka jedipati
Disclaimer: I don't own. Disney does.
Characters: Mostly just Will this chapter
Rating: PG-13 overall (we are dealing with pirates, after all)
Warnings: Cliffhanger ahead!
Summary: Will is absolutely determined to get off the ship this time.
Chapter 6
Will glanced at his guard. He didn't know this one, and the guard hadn't been too talkative. Will shrugged. He didn't really feel like talking right now, anyway. He'd slept again, and eaten. He was ready to try again. He'd been ready, but his guards had been too alert. He finally had a guard who wasn't paying close attention. Will grinned. It had been at least a day since his last escape attempt and he knew that he was running out of time. He had perhaps fifteen hours until the three days were up.
It was time to go. Will sighed and leaned back against the cleanest part of the wall. Luckily, that was right next to the bars and near where his guard sat.
He considered the rock that lay next to him. He glanced up at his guard, then back down at his lap. He made every attempt to appear quite relaxed, as though he were going to take another nap.
His guard glanced at him, and then looked away.
Will smiled. In one smooth motion, he picked up the rock and threw it.
His guard slumped down. Will froze for a moment, watching the guard.
He was out cold. Will sighed and went on to the second part. He had no way of knowing how long the crewman would stay out, so he was not going to bother with any sort of finesse.
He picked up the piece of wood he'd broken and used in his earlier attempt and stuck it into the lower part of the door. He pushed down-
"I love this trick," Will muttered as the door lifted off the hinges.
Will eyed at his guard for a moment. "Oh why not? I'll need the weapon anyway." He pulled the crewman's sword out and examined it. It didn't look like it would do much good, but it was better then nothing. Almost as an afterthought, Will hit him over the head again. Just in case.
He headed for the longboats. Again. He just hoped that he wouldn't be caught at the longboats. Again. He just couldn't see another way off the ship that he had a chance of surviving. He just had to be careful.
Well, three times lucky, as the saying went.
And it seemed to be working. He hadn't had to so much as stop on his way to the deck, though he had to be very careful once he was up there. There was a work crew out on deck and it had required some very quick thinking to avoid being seen. However, the longboats were mostly deserted when he got there.
It was the work of moments- since he'd already done this twice, he knew what he needed to do- to get a boat ready
Five minutes after he'd thrown that rock, he was cutting the last of the ropes that attached the longboat to the Dutchman.
Will grinned. It looked like he'd actually gotten away. He began to row away.
He didn't stop until the tentacle wrapped around the longboat and dumped him in the ocean.
Another tentacle grabbed him and lifted him out of the water. He slashed at it, but the tentacle- or whatever it was attached to- shook him so that he would drop it.
He held on grimly. The tentacle dropped him. He hit the ocean hard- and dropped the sword.
He was picked up again and lifted out of the water again. I suggest you take a deep breath.
He did, surprised to hear a voice. A second later, he was pulled underwater and could feel that he was moving fast.
Will closed his eyes and waited for the death that was sure to come.
I'll see you all next week! Runs, before the chasing readers can catch her
