Pirates of the Caribbean.
The stranger
Three years after Jack Sparrow left on the Black Pearl, Will Turner and his wife Elizabeth had stayed in Port Royal to tell their son Jack the stories of being pirates themselves. Will would still sail but not as often as he would have liked to.
It was a sunny but cold morning that Will left his home to go to his blacksmith shop. When he opened the door, he noticed the swish of a cape and drew a sword from the bench. Slowly walking around the room looking for the stranger. He saw nothing and lowered the sword thinking it must have been his imagination. Then a sword came at his head, he ducked and it hit the wooden beam next to him, and got stuck as it's owner tried to pull it out. Will put the tip of his sword at the stranger's neck.
"I don't take kindly to being attacked." he said keeping his eyes on the stranger.
"I don't take kindly to losing." The stranger answer
"Who are you?" Will asked
"A friend of Sparrow." he said huskily
"A friend would not attack."
"A friend would if it got your attention, Turner."
Will stopped and looked at the stranger, he was wearing all black and was masked, and all he could see was his eyes.
"Will you not unmask so that I can see my attackers face?" He glared
"Afraid not. My face is one secret I would like to keep." The stranger pushed the sword tip from his neck and walked around, re-tiring his cape. "My name however you can have, it is Gaybrial. I have returned here to ask for your help Turner."
"It's Will."
"Your name is not important. We must leave here now."
" Why?" Said Will, "I don't even know what we have to do and why should I help you."
"Believe it or not Will Turner, you owe me more then you think. There is a jewel named the Rider of the West and I need it. To save me I can't do it without you Will. Please." he stopped.
"I owe you nothing, but I believe what you say for some reason. I have a ship, we leave tomorrow." With that they departed.
Next Morning.
Will stood on the docks, his wife and son behind him. He remembered this scene; except it were himself and his mother, and his father was leaving. He knelt down to his son and made the boy promise to take care of his mother. To Elizabeth he kissed her good bye and promised he would return.
The stranger soon appeared at the side of the boat saying nothing until Will appeared at his side. "On and forward I suppose." The stranger said with ease, "That boy, is he yours?" he looked at Will.
"Yes. He's Jack," said Will walking to the bat and steering them off. Gaybrial remained looking at the small boy, saying nothing to Will until Port Royal was out of sight.
"We have to go to Tortoga, I need to pick up some stuff there. You need a crew." Gaybrial yelled from the other side of the boat.
Will looked back. "Do you believe I cannot handle this boat on my own?"
"No I don't believe, I know." Gaybrial returned.
They did not talk much through the rest of their journey to Tortoga. It was quiet and easy. Will wondered why this man was so familiar. He could not put his finger on it, but he knew there was more to this shady character then meet the eye. Thinking silently about this, Gaybrial walked past and looked at him. Gaybrial thought of how much Will looked like his father, he was distracted when Tortoga came into view, and there stood a fine ship.
" You knew. You knew the Black Pearl would be here." Will muttered.
"There is your crew, master Turner." Gaybrial whispered, smiling.
Three years after Jack Sparrow left on the Black Pearl, Will Turner and his wife Elizabeth had stayed in Port Royal to tell their son Jack the stories of being pirates themselves. Will would still sail but not as often as he would have liked to.
It was a sunny but cold morning that Will left his home to go to his blacksmith shop. When he opened the door, he noticed the swish of a cape and drew a sword from the bench. Slowly walking around the room looking for the stranger. He saw nothing and lowered the sword thinking it must have been his imagination. Then a sword came at his head, he ducked and it hit the wooden beam next to him, and got stuck as it's owner tried to pull it out. Will put the tip of his sword at the stranger's neck.
"I don't take kindly to being attacked." he said keeping his eyes on the stranger.
"I don't take kindly to losing." The stranger answer
"Who are you?" Will asked
"A friend of Sparrow." he said huskily
"A friend would not attack."
"A friend would if it got your attention, Turner."
Will stopped and looked at the stranger, he was wearing all black and was masked, and all he could see was his eyes.
"Will you not unmask so that I can see my attackers face?" He glared
"Afraid not. My face is one secret I would like to keep." The stranger pushed the sword tip from his neck and walked around, re-tiring his cape. "My name however you can have, it is Gaybrial. I have returned here to ask for your help Turner."
"It's Will."
"Your name is not important. We must leave here now."
" Why?" Said Will, "I don't even know what we have to do and why should I help you."
"Believe it or not Will Turner, you owe me more then you think. There is a jewel named the Rider of the West and I need it. To save me I can't do it without you Will. Please." he stopped.
"I owe you nothing, but I believe what you say for some reason. I have a ship, we leave tomorrow." With that they departed.
Next Morning.
Will stood on the docks, his wife and son behind him. He remembered this scene; except it were himself and his mother, and his father was leaving. He knelt down to his son and made the boy promise to take care of his mother. To Elizabeth he kissed her good bye and promised he would return.
The stranger soon appeared at the side of the boat saying nothing until Will appeared at his side. "On and forward I suppose." The stranger said with ease, "That boy, is he yours?" he looked at Will.
"Yes. He's Jack," said Will walking to the bat and steering them off. Gaybrial remained looking at the small boy, saying nothing to Will until Port Royal was out of sight.
"We have to go to Tortoga, I need to pick up some stuff there. You need a crew." Gaybrial yelled from the other side of the boat.
Will looked back. "Do you believe I cannot handle this boat on my own?"
"No I don't believe, I know." Gaybrial returned.
They did not talk much through the rest of their journey to Tortoga. It was quiet and easy. Will wondered why this man was so familiar. He could not put his finger on it, but he knew there was more to this shady character then meet the eye. Thinking silently about this, Gaybrial walked past and looked at him. Gaybrial thought of how much Will looked like his father, he was distracted when Tortoga came into view, and there stood a fine ship.
" You knew. You knew the Black Pearl would be here." Will muttered.
"There is your crew, master Turner." Gaybrial whispered, smiling.