Discovery
A vignette in three parts (albeit short parts)
Rating: PGSummary: Challenge response: Vignette on the word "discover." The gun is in his hand.
Part
One: Elizabeth
Elizabeth pulled against the dirty hands that held her, horror filling her
entire being. Will stood on the railing, on hand wrapped around a line, the
other holding a pistol to his own jaw. This was not the meek, humble boy she'd
thought she'd known.
"Elizabeth goes free."
What had happened? His voice was no longer soft. Always before when she'd
heard him speak, there was hesitance, no confidence she'd ever heard. Had she
not been listening? Had there always been this steel edge?
"Yes, yes. We know that part." Elizabeth didn't hear the rest of
Barbossa's mocking words. She caught sight of Jack Sparrow gesturing, and
looked back to Will. For a moment, as he stared at Jack, there was the Will
she'd known. An uncertainty came over him, quickly put away when he glanced at
her.
Elizabeth's jaw went slack as all the pieces clicked into place.
She was his strength. She gave him courage. Every part of this had been for
her.
This was no simple, boyish infatuation.