William Turner wondered the streets, headed to the blacksmith shop. He was
done with the military swords just like he had promised to Mister Bradley.
And having the extra time designed a special sword for Mister Bradley after
hearing he was named Commodore to the ship Britannia.
"Good morning, Will," the greeting echoed through the streets as he passed several well known customers.
"Good morning to ya," he greeted back. He had been in high spirits for the past three days. It was as if something had change; a change in the air or something. He strode into the shop where he worked; his boss a drunken blacksmith who "showed him the way." Will had had a sixth sense about it, understanding the process long before he did it. He smiled and chuckled to himself when he noticed his boss had drifted into another deep sleep. Will gathered the weapons that he had created in the last week for the Commodore, and placed them in a slender box. As he stood to leave he saw something that caught his eye. The golden locket, Chloe's locket, lay on the workbench, open with the picture of Chloe staring up at him. He thought it was odd that the locket was not in its usual place, buried deep within his pocket. He stared at the girl's face that he had mesmerized, hoping that he would see her again. As he looked on, in the distance he could hear the church bells signaling that it was already the early afternoon and he had promised himself that he would get the order in early. He stuffed the necklace in his pocket; it's normal hide out, and turned to scurry out the door and head up to the fortress.
Jack had searched the island, not being able to find the ship that had made off with his girl. He stopped in a port, tired of rowing around the country. He strolled through the streets of the city, hoping to find something to eat and a place to rest. As he noticed an apple vendor, a familiar face walked past him. He looked over the man, but it wasn't until he had heard the words being carried through out the streets.
"Hello Mister Turner!" and "Good day to ya, William." He was positive now that it was the lost face that he had met when he was only fifteen, when he had first joined the Black Pearl. He was amazed to see that Will had changed and grown so much in the six years that had passed. If it weren't for the fact that he was a spitting image of his father, Jack would have walked right past him. He didn't speak to his ex-mate, instead he quietly followed behind him. Maybe Will had come into contact with Chloe; perhaps he was on his way to see her. Jack stopped a few yards back to take in the scene; a huge fort lay in front of him stretching across the land. William entered through the gates and waited upon the steps until the door was opened. Jack slipped past the guards, hung out in a bush across the way, and studied everyone who he noticed.
The ways of life came back to me, but I missed the ship and crew. The warm bed felt good at night, but I wasn't actually able to sleep a wink. I thought I would be glad to get a break from my "Pirate Life", though the only thing I could think about was Jack and who was looking after Charlie. I heard a gentle knock at the door before it was forced open, the maids scurrying in to get the room in order. I was pulled from my bed and yanked this and that way. They pulled me in behind a dressing panel, where they selected an outfit my "father" had picked out.
"It's too tight," I complained as the one maid yanked the strings tighter.
"Please, Miss Chloe, hold your tongue so I may get this on properly and to the right size," The nurse replied. I heaved a sigh in grief, but quieted down so they could finish. The strings were tied with a dress being slipped over top the corset, and emphasizing my curves.
"Hurry down, your father is expecting you. There is someplace for you to be."
"Good morning, Will," the greeting echoed through the streets as he passed several well known customers.
"Good morning to ya," he greeted back. He had been in high spirits for the past three days. It was as if something had change; a change in the air or something. He strode into the shop where he worked; his boss a drunken blacksmith who "showed him the way." Will had had a sixth sense about it, understanding the process long before he did it. He smiled and chuckled to himself when he noticed his boss had drifted into another deep sleep. Will gathered the weapons that he had created in the last week for the Commodore, and placed them in a slender box. As he stood to leave he saw something that caught his eye. The golden locket, Chloe's locket, lay on the workbench, open with the picture of Chloe staring up at him. He thought it was odd that the locket was not in its usual place, buried deep within his pocket. He stared at the girl's face that he had mesmerized, hoping that he would see her again. As he looked on, in the distance he could hear the church bells signaling that it was already the early afternoon and he had promised himself that he would get the order in early. He stuffed the necklace in his pocket; it's normal hide out, and turned to scurry out the door and head up to the fortress.
Jack had searched the island, not being able to find the ship that had made off with his girl. He stopped in a port, tired of rowing around the country. He strolled through the streets of the city, hoping to find something to eat and a place to rest. As he noticed an apple vendor, a familiar face walked past him. He looked over the man, but it wasn't until he had heard the words being carried through out the streets.
"Hello Mister Turner!" and "Good day to ya, William." He was positive now that it was the lost face that he had met when he was only fifteen, when he had first joined the Black Pearl. He was amazed to see that Will had changed and grown so much in the six years that had passed. If it weren't for the fact that he was a spitting image of his father, Jack would have walked right past him. He didn't speak to his ex-mate, instead he quietly followed behind him. Maybe Will had come into contact with Chloe; perhaps he was on his way to see her. Jack stopped a few yards back to take in the scene; a huge fort lay in front of him stretching across the land. William entered through the gates and waited upon the steps until the door was opened. Jack slipped past the guards, hung out in a bush across the way, and studied everyone who he noticed.
The ways of life came back to me, but I missed the ship and crew. The warm bed felt good at night, but I wasn't actually able to sleep a wink. I thought I would be glad to get a break from my "Pirate Life", though the only thing I could think about was Jack and who was looking after Charlie. I heard a gentle knock at the door before it was forced open, the maids scurrying in to get the room in order. I was pulled from my bed and yanked this and that way. They pulled me in behind a dressing panel, where they selected an outfit my "father" had picked out.
"It's too tight," I complained as the one maid yanked the strings tighter.
"Please, Miss Chloe, hold your tongue so I may get this on properly and to the right size," The nurse replied. I heaved a sigh in grief, but quieted down so they could finish. The strings were tied with a dress being slipped over top the corset, and emphasizing my curves.
"Hurry down, your father is expecting you. There is someplace for you to be."