Two weeks on a ship would normally have been enjoyable for Will Turner, who
had always been drawn to the sea. Maybe it was something in his blood that
made him enjoy the salty tang of the open ocean so much. But this time, the
confines of the ship felt almost as constricting as the walls of the prison
cell he had been in.
His tenseness had two major cornerstones. The first being that he was not with the woman he loved even though he was essentially free. Will wanted nothing more than to be back in Port Royal with Elizabeth. He felt that the two of them had been subjugated to far too many adventures as it was in their relationship, and he heavily resented this one. He was about to be married to the woman if he had anything to do with it, and this had not been part of his plans.
The second cornerstone was a little more concrete and close to home. Drake Pennington was driving him insane. While the blond haired aristocrat basically kept to himself, Will found his entire presence an annoyance. Drake always seemed to be watching him with something akin to malice in his eyes. While Will understood the uncomfortable tension was deserved since he had had to kill Drake's brother, it still made Will feel wary and also assaulted him with waves of fresh guilt. He had never meant to kill the younger Pennington. It was something he was going to regret until the day he died. He could still see the shocked look on Daniel Pennington's face when he knew he was going to die. Under all the training and fearlessness, Will had a soft heart. He wouldn't have wished that kind of death on his worst enemy if he had the choice, but at the time he didn't.
Drake did seem to have some sort of a liking for Nova, Will had noticed. He tended to shadow her to a degree that he wouldn't the other members of the crew. While there was nothing about Drake to suggest anything of his younger brother, Will was still concerned about the nobleman's relationship with his friend. Not that Nova wouldn't be averse to letting Drake have it if she needed to. There was a toughness about the woman that Will had never seen before.
Nova herself seemed more irritated by Drake's presence than anything. He had imprisoned her friend in her mind, and that sort of thing wasn't going to be easily forgotten or forgiven.
And then there was the Devil's Keep. Will couldn't seem to figure out about this treasure for the life of him. All the stories seemed so vague and mythical. Bringing about the Apocalypse and causing the loss of countless lives didn't seem to be the sort of treasure anyone would want to look for, but here they were, in the middle of the ocean, on their way to brave death and peril to try and find it.
Will parted from his musings when he was joined at the rail by Jack Sparrow.
"I can tell you don't like this, lad," Jack said with his characteristic devil may care attitude.
"I just don't like not knowing what we're getting into," Will said with a sigh.
Jack smiled sardonically.
"You've faced walking, deathless skeletons, son," he said, "an Apocalypse would seem right up your alley."
Will gave Jack a rueful look.
"I did all that for Elizabeth."
"And your going to do it again," Jack said with a nod as he turned around, "not sure all that love bit is worth it."
Will watched his friend walk back to the helm with an indulgent smile. Someday Jack would feel the same way about a woman. Until then, judging from Nova's hostility towards the opposite sex, Will was doomed to be the romantic of the group.
His tenseness had two major cornerstones. The first being that he was not with the woman he loved even though he was essentially free. Will wanted nothing more than to be back in Port Royal with Elizabeth. He felt that the two of them had been subjugated to far too many adventures as it was in their relationship, and he heavily resented this one. He was about to be married to the woman if he had anything to do with it, and this had not been part of his plans.
The second cornerstone was a little more concrete and close to home. Drake Pennington was driving him insane. While the blond haired aristocrat basically kept to himself, Will found his entire presence an annoyance. Drake always seemed to be watching him with something akin to malice in his eyes. While Will understood the uncomfortable tension was deserved since he had had to kill Drake's brother, it still made Will feel wary and also assaulted him with waves of fresh guilt. He had never meant to kill the younger Pennington. It was something he was going to regret until the day he died. He could still see the shocked look on Daniel Pennington's face when he knew he was going to die. Under all the training and fearlessness, Will had a soft heart. He wouldn't have wished that kind of death on his worst enemy if he had the choice, but at the time he didn't.
Drake did seem to have some sort of a liking for Nova, Will had noticed. He tended to shadow her to a degree that he wouldn't the other members of the crew. While there was nothing about Drake to suggest anything of his younger brother, Will was still concerned about the nobleman's relationship with his friend. Not that Nova wouldn't be averse to letting Drake have it if she needed to. There was a toughness about the woman that Will had never seen before.
Nova herself seemed more irritated by Drake's presence than anything. He had imprisoned her friend in her mind, and that sort of thing wasn't going to be easily forgotten or forgiven.
And then there was the Devil's Keep. Will couldn't seem to figure out about this treasure for the life of him. All the stories seemed so vague and mythical. Bringing about the Apocalypse and causing the loss of countless lives didn't seem to be the sort of treasure anyone would want to look for, but here they were, in the middle of the ocean, on their way to brave death and peril to try and find it.
Will parted from his musings when he was joined at the rail by Jack Sparrow.
"I can tell you don't like this, lad," Jack said with his characteristic devil may care attitude.
"I just don't like not knowing what we're getting into," Will said with a sigh.
Jack smiled sardonically.
"You've faced walking, deathless skeletons, son," he said, "an Apocalypse would seem right up your alley."
Will gave Jack a rueful look.
"I did all that for Elizabeth."
"And your going to do it again," Jack said with a nod as he turned around, "not sure all that love bit is worth it."
Will watched his friend walk back to the helm with an indulgent smile. Someday Jack would feel the same way about a woman. Until then, judging from Nova's hostility towards the opposite sex, Will was doomed to be the romantic of the group.