The clangs within the blacksmith shop did not take Will's attention off of
his thoughts. He continued to put the metal in the hearth and then taking
it out to bang on the perfection he put into every sword. His thoughts
were far from perfect.
The wedding day would be soon. They had planned on ways to come out and tell the others. Mostly, keeping his pirate blood secret helped. Elizabeth's father was unusually kosher about it all. Though, the problem wasn't the assent from others, but from himself.
Recently he had this odd feeling of being cooped up too long. He had to thank Jack for that. Living like a pirate and then coming to deal with being a pirate at the last moment he saw Jack made him feel like he needed more. He had too much energy and staying with Elizabeth all day wasn't quenching his thirst. For what was he thirsty though? He had had adventure, almost certain death, skeletons, curses, gold and now he finally had acquired his treasure, his love. What else did he need?
He was too busy with his thoughts to notice the cretin lurking in the shadows that had just crept into the place. He stalked behind Will, knowing exactly his orders and knowing the joy he would have once it was done. He held the cloth bag above Will's head while another got ready to take the sword out of Will's hands. They knew quite well he was dangerous with any sword in his hands, blind or not.
With a quick 'fwoomp,' the bag was over Will's head and the hammer and sword was ripped form his hands, though not without difficulty. "Quick, tie his hands," the man covering Will's head commanded, "and his ankles." Cackles could be heard as Will was gruffly handled.
"Don't forget to grab some swords," the same man commanded as Will was picked up and shuffled outside to their ship.
The wedding day would be soon. They had planned on ways to come out and tell the others. Mostly, keeping his pirate blood secret helped. Elizabeth's father was unusually kosher about it all. Though, the problem wasn't the assent from others, but from himself.
Recently he had this odd feeling of being cooped up too long. He had to thank Jack for that. Living like a pirate and then coming to deal with being a pirate at the last moment he saw Jack made him feel like he needed more. He had too much energy and staying with Elizabeth all day wasn't quenching his thirst. For what was he thirsty though? He had had adventure, almost certain death, skeletons, curses, gold and now he finally had acquired his treasure, his love. What else did he need?
He was too busy with his thoughts to notice the cretin lurking in the shadows that had just crept into the place. He stalked behind Will, knowing exactly his orders and knowing the joy he would have once it was done. He held the cloth bag above Will's head while another got ready to take the sword out of Will's hands. They knew quite well he was dangerous with any sword in his hands, blind or not.
With a quick 'fwoomp,' the bag was over Will's head and the hammer and sword was ripped form his hands, though not without difficulty. "Quick, tie his hands," the man covering Will's head commanded, "and his ankles." Cackles could be heard as Will was gruffly handled.
"Don't forget to grab some swords," the same man commanded as Will was picked up and shuffled outside to their ship.