Chapter 9
Bootstrap and Will did not speak again until the mourning of the day they would return. Even then, there was still tension between the father and son.
Will was standing at the railing watching the sunrise as he heard footsteps behind him.
"You still going through with your plan?" Bootstrap asked grimly as he came up to the rail beside him.
"What do you think?"
"I think you're exactly like me, stubborn, free willing, but most of all obsessive. You've obsessed with getting revenge against them since you were charged this duty. It started as just anger, then it grew to jealousy and wickedness, and now… now I've almost lost ya completely."
"It may look that way from your view but I can assure you I'm still the same man I was ten years ago."
"You just keep telling yourself that, because you are the same man just less understanding of what the world wants of you."
James was coming out of the cabins below, Will walked over to him, leaving Bootstrap at the railing.
"Ahh James, beautiful mourning is it not?" Will bellowed happily.
"I think I could get used to this," James joked, "It will be nice knowing that no matter what, ever mourning I will awake to the same ship but different environment to adjust to. One day it could be smoldering hot with no breeze at all, and the next it could be raining like hell with hurricane force winds."
"I call it living on the edge," Will said proudly, "Now as you know today is my one day upon land, so I will be spending it with my family and such. You may do as you like when we reach the island but make sure you're back by nightfall. I will be arriving back in the early mourning and we shall leave then."
"Why do you get to stay out late?" James joked.
"I'm the captain, I make the rules. Now in order to make your position official there is a few more things we must do," Will said as they entered his quarters and sat at his desk.
"Like what? Signing contracting and such?"
"Exactly," Will said taking a stack of papers from a book, "Because I brought you back to life, you're soul technically belongs to me to the Dutchmen until you leave your position. It may sound bad but I'm just wording it funny because I don't what it means myself." The two men laughed, but Will knew exactly what it meant, it meant that until he decided James' soul belonged to him. Which meant that James was forced to do whatever Will told him to.
"I think I understand… but what happens when you're set free?" James was one step ahead of Will.
Will was surprised that James remembered what he had told him,"Don't worry, the captain may only be chosen by Calypso, unless of course he stabs my heart. But then I die so I try not to talk about that one," Will laughed, "And even then whoever stabs it takes my place. So no worries for you."
"So do we have an accord?" Will continued.
James thought for a moment, could this help his plan?
"Yes, we do. Where do I sign?" James said taking the pen.
Will was relieved and satisfied that his plan was yet again on track, or more that James was not aware of it.
"Here……here….. and lastly, here….Welcome to the crew!" Will said. He was boiling with excitement inside; the plan was falling into place perfectly.
"Why thank you very much," they both shook hands, "When do we arrive?"
"Uhhh, I believe in about two hours or so," Will answered.
They both stood up, "Well then we have time, how about we give the boat one last check around."
"Sounds good to me, besides there are a few more things I need to show you so that you will know how to run the ship yourself. You know, just for precaution," Will smirked as they continued out.
