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There's still gonna be a few chapters left I think, because I'm not quite sure about what's gonna happen. Again, give me your input on what you want to happen. It helps! And thanks again for reading, I'm so happy that you're enjoying the story :D and of course if you have suggestions just drop me a review and I'll see what I can do! I'm awful at tenses... I randomly change tenses all the time, but in this story I usually mean to. If u see tense changes that don't make sense, tell me!


Well enough of that... on with the story. We get to hear from darling Billy in this chapter.



Chapter 5: Conquering Yesterday


The rain was beginning to fall again. This had to be at least the third straight day of rain. We'd been searching for weeks and still have found nothing more than pirated ships that the Black Pearl left in its wake. My initial anger and devotion was not as strong as it once was, and my hope was dwindling. There is still hope, I keep telling myself.


And I do believe there is hope, but the dull ache in my heart has returned with full force, and the gloom of the rain only makes the mood more depressing that it already is. At least with the pouring rain and wind I have to concentrate on steering the ship which gets my mind off of everything else. I'm almost thankful.


My recent dreams have been dark, but there is always a glimmer of hope. A sliver of light, the scent of the sea, the warmth of love. These thoughts are what keeps me going, and I'm not about to stop. I will sail forever until I find the Pearl. I can almost taste the revenge and it overcomes my senses when I think about it. I finger my pistol with the single bullet and all I want to do is pull the trigger. However the fact that the pirates can't die is a but of a problem, but I know I'll think of something when the time comes.


Now I have to focus on weathering this storm. I'll take them one at a time.


Later that night I decided we needed to stop because the storm was becoming very bad, and I didn't want to tear the sails. So we furled the sails and anchored the ship and now me and my crew were all in the small cabin of the ship having a drink.


About a week ago we had stopped at a port to buy some unimportant supplies and I picked up a few new crew members, who I had yet to question about the Black Pearl. I thought perhaps some of them would know about stories of the cursed pirates of the Pearl. There was one sailor in particular I needed to talk to.

I quickly walk over to where he is sitting and pour myself some rum. Helps you think, I say. I decided to simply be blunt and ask him about the ship.


"Aye, mate." And before he could answer I asked him, "'ave you heard anything about the Black Pearl and its curs'd pirates?"


"Yeah, they say they can't die. I'd call that a gift!" he said and then erupted into drunken laughter. "I heard that th'only way to get rid o' the curse is if they all give blood to the shrine of the king or something. Sounds easy, 'cept for ol' Bootstrap who's dead." I flinched.


"Said they were lookin' for his kid to get his blood."


Interesting. So I can kill him. But the pirate said Barbossa gave Bill a "watery grave" so if he's somehow underwater and the curse is lifted then Bill will be dead for sure. But maybe it's just the rum talking. Who knows. I guess it would be a good idea to find young Will and learn more...


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He's alive. I know he's alive. And I'm not. I'm stuck here. Away from him. I can't share the glory of his life with him. I can't tell him how happy I am that he survived. I bet he thinks I'm the dead one.


But if he's alive and somehow I escape, I will be able to see him again. To see Jack, that's the best thing that could happen to me in my twisted "life". He would even brighten up my torment. Love is not like food or water or lust, it is something that I can feel as long as I am on this earth. I can even feel it, crushed under this cannon and starving. The warmth of this bond that we shared radiates through my non-existent blood like a crashing river. It gives me something to cling to.


I clutch at Jack's necklace like a lifeline. It is physically connecting me with something I can't have. It brings my memories to life. I examine it is the darkness and I can almost make out the silver. I sigh. I take the necklace, and try my best to find the clasp and eventually I get it open. It's very difficult to do with only one hand. With another few minutes of struggling I manage to get it around my neck and clasped. I sigh again. I will find you, Jack.


But then an idea comes to me that I wish I never thought of. Why is this necklace with me? Why doesn't Jack have it? Ever since I gave it to him he never took it off. Not once. A symbol of our love I always said. But if the symbol is broken, then what does that mean? Jack, do you still love me? Have you moved on? Have you forgotten me? Forgotten us?


No. I won't believe it. You said you would always be there for me. You said that I would be your only one. How can it be that you moved on? I will never, as long as I exist, stop loving you, stop wanting to be with you. I trusted that you would feel the same.


I started to struggle, I needed to get free, I needed to see if my rampant thoughts made any sense at all, or whether I'm simply going insane down here. I don't see how he could have forgotten, I mean it's been only months right? Or maybe years, I have no idea. It's impossible to tell down in this prison. He can't forget.


But what do I know. All I'm doing is reassuring myself. I need to find out. I need to get out of here. I need to see Jack. My heart flutters at the thought of coming in contact with him again. Whether he loves me or not seeing him with make my lifetime.


But I still need a way to get out of here. I look around. My hand, as always is trapped until just below the elbow, limiting my movement and making it impossible to get out. They stripped me of all my weapons so I don't even have a knife, not like it would do any good. All I have surrounding me are the rocks of the sea bed...


***


It's been a few more days and the weather has cleared up considerably. The sun came out and its warm out, a perfect day. But somehow I wish it was cloudy and raining. It would reflect my mood. And the mood of my crew. They're really testy. They accused me of sailing to nowhere and that I had no idea where I was going or even how to run a ship.


They've forced me to stop on some small town island. I'm pretty sure that they aren't leaving the island with me. I can hear them talking about me, never good things mind you. I see the glares they give me, but I don't need them. I can find my way without help. I know it.


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I was right. Yesterday after I docked they all ran away without so much as a backward glance. No matter. I commandeered a small one person ship that is beat up but can carry me as far as the closest good sized port. I'm a good enough pirate to man the ship by myself, but when I get to the port I'll get a good sized ship and find another crew. That should work. So according to my memory, the closest city I can get a ship from is... Port Royal.


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So that's it. I hope you liked it, it took me FOREVER to write. I gotta go do homework now, fun. But whatever it was worth it, I love writing. Anyway, make sure to tell me what you thought in a review. Flames are always accepted. Thanks!