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A/N: Hey guys! Thanks for all your reviews. You make me feel so special! :D And oh yeah, I forgot to tell you. This all takes place before all that happens in the movie.
Chapter Two: A Boy In Love
Meanwhile, back at the gloomy blacksmith' shop, Will became angrier and angrier with himself. His left hand was gushing painless blood that symbolized Will's hate for everything. He continued to tell himself that he felt no pain, but he knew he was now only lying to himself, which made the pain he could not feel, increase.
Finally, it hit him.
He was in pain.
Will dropped his tools and left them fall to the ground. His burning hot sword slid off the table.he tried to catch it before it fell, but he still wasn't himself. The unfinished weapon shattered beneath the hay into a billion pieces. If Will had finished the sword, it may have survived. He'd been working on it for quite a while; why did he have to break down now?
Will clutched his left wrist with his right hand, desperately trying to stop the bleeding. But practically his whole left hand was already stained with blood. He could feel tears rushing into his eyes from somewhere in the back of his head. He refused to let them fall.he wouldn't let them fall..
A loud BANG interrupted Will's thoughts. He fell to the ground and hid behind a large patch of hay. He hastily covered up his hand with his sleeve and watched the door.
Jack burst in and yelled, "Will! Mister William Turner! Show yourself or I'll shoot!" Will saw Jack pull out one of the English soldier's guns.
Will wanted to stand up but the pain was now excruciating. He stammered only a few weak words: "I'm r-right here, Jack."
Jack looked around the shop. "Show yourself, William." He still hadn't lowered his gun. Will was becoming scared. Apparently Jack had found himself some rum..
"Jack, I can't stand up."
"Why not, Will?"
"Because-because."
Jack lowered his gun. He could tell that Will was hurt. He had to find him. He had to help him.
"Where the hell are you?" Jack shouted.
"The haystack b-behind the tool d-desk."
Jack fumbled to the haystack and took his first look at Will. His arms were over his head and Jack could just see tears spilling out of his eyes. "Awww, what's the matter, little Will?" Jack said, grasping Will's right and helping him to his feet.
Will kept his hand over his face as he paced the room, not noticing that blood was seeping into his eyes, which gave him an extremely bloodshot appearance.
"C'mon, mate," Jack pressed, putting his arm around Will's shoulders. "You can tell me."
Jack seemed unable to support himself. Oh yeah, he's drunk. Will thought. He barely noticed Jack though. Other things were on his mind.no, they were more like questions. Questions like: When will she notice me? Does she understand that my heart belongs to her and no other? Does she understand that I am in love?
Mr. Sparrow had regained his balance. Although his eyes were rolling in all directions through his head, they managed to find their way to the one place that will prayed they would not go.
"What the devil?!" Jack yelled, holding up Will's hand. His sleeve was now blood-stained, let alone his skin. Will winced. It hurt. "Will, have you been being a klutz with your tools again?" sputtered Jack.
Will thought. Perhaps he didn't have to tell him. "Y-yes. That's exactly wh- why. You know me. The k-klutz."
Jack let go of Will and sat down on a pile of hay. "Even a pirate can't be fooled that easily, young Turner."
Will turned away from him. He was angry and weak. He just wanted to leave, lie down, and go to sleep..
He could still sense Jack watching him. It made his anger intensify. He looked over his shoulder murderously. "Don't look at me like that..I don't like it when people look at me like that-"
"Woah. Calm down, Turner! Don't go getting all Sixth Sense on me." Will could see Jack smirking. That was when Will turned and threw a long sword at an empty spce of wall, allowing a blaze of sun to shine through.
Jack sighed. "Will, Will, Will. Why do you take all your anger out on that poor, innocent wall?"
Will stared back at Jack for a moment and then he revealed his wrist. "So I don't do this."
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A/N: Oh what fun I had writing this chapter. Lol. I'll post a couple days after Christams okay? I'll leave it there for now. Merry Christmas and happy holidays, everybody!
A/N: Hey guys! Thanks for all your reviews. You make me feel so special! :D And oh yeah, I forgot to tell you. This all takes place before all that happens in the movie.
Chapter Two: A Boy In Love
Meanwhile, back at the gloomy blacksmith' shop, Will became angrier and angrier with himself. His left hand was gushing painless blood that symbolized Will's hate for everything. He continued to tell himself that he felt no pain, but he knew he was now only lying to himself, which made the pain he could not feel, increase.
Finally, it hit him.
He was in pain.
Will dropped his tools and left them fall to the ground. His burning hot sword slid off the table.he tried to catch it before it fell, but he still wasn't himself. The unfinished weapon shattered beneath the hay into a billion pieces. If Will had finished the sword, it may have survived. He'd been working on it for quite a while; why did he have to break down now?
Will clutched his left wrist with his right hand, desperately trying to stop the bleeding. But practically his whole left hand was already stained with blood. He could feel tears rushing into his eyes from somewhere in the back of his head. He refused to let them fall.he wouldn't let them fall..
A loud BANG interrupted Will's thoughts. He fell to the ground and hid behind a large patch of hay. He hastily covered up his hand with his sleeve and watched the door.
Jack burst in and yelled, "Will! Mister William Turner! Show yourself or I'll shoot!" Will saw Jack pull out one of the English soldier's guns.
Will wanted to stand up but the pain was now excruciating. He stammered only a few weak words: "I'm r-right here, Jack."
Jack looked around the shop. "Show yourself, William." He still hadn't lowered his gun. Will was becoming scared. Apparently Jack had found himself some rum..
"Jack, I can't stand up."
"Why not, Will?"
"Because-because."
Jack lowered his gun. He could tell that Will was hurt. He had to find him. He had to help him.
"Where the hell are you?" Jack shouted.
"The haystack b-behind the tool d-desk."
Jack fumbled to the haystack and took his first look at Will. His arms were over his head and Jack could just see tears spilling out of his eyes. "Awww, what's the matter, little Will?" Jack said, grasping Will's right and helping him to his feet.
Will kept his hand over his face as he paced the room, not noticing that blood was seeping into his eyes, which gave him an extremely bloodshot appearance.
"C'mon, mate," Jack pressed, putting his arm around Will's shoulders. "You can tell me."
Jack seemed unable to support himself. Oh yeah, he's drunk. Will thought. He barely noticed Jack though. Other things were on his mind.no, they were more like questions. Questions like: When will she notice me? Does she understand that my heart belongs to her and no other? Does she understand that I am in love?
Mr. Sparrow had regained his balance. Although his eyes were rolling in all directions through his head, they managed to find their way to the one place that will prayed they would not go.
"What the devil?!" Jack yelled, holding up Will's hand. His sleeve was now blood-stained, let alone his skin. Will winced. It hurt. "Will, have you been being a klutz with your tools again?" sputtered Jack.
Will thought. Perhaps he didn't have to tell him. "Y-yes. That's exactly wh- why. You know me. The k-klutz."
Jack let go of Will and sat down on a pile of hay. "Even a pirate can't be fooled that easily, young Turner."
Will turned away from him. He was angry and weak. He just wanted to leave, lie down, and go to sleep..
He could still sense Jack watching him. It made his anger intensify. He looked over his shoulder murderously. "Don't look at me like that..I don't like it when people look at me like that-"
"Woah. Calm down, Turner! Don't go getting all Sixth Sense on me." Will could see Jack smirking. That was when Will turned and threw a long sword at an empty spce of wall, allowing a blaze of sun to shine through.
Jack sighed. "Will, Will, Will. Why do you take all your anger out on that poor, innocent wall?"
Will stared back at Jack for a moment and then he revealed his wrist. "So I don't do this."
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A/N: Oh what fun I had writing this chapter. Lol. I'll post a couple days after Christams okay? I'll leave it there for now. Merry Christmas and happy holidays, everybody!