Disclaimer - I don't own POTC, any characters, events, settings, or plots
from it. They belong to Disney, etc.
Also I realized that some of the time doesn't seem to match up in the story. Will's path and Jack's path show different time frames. Will's becomes the course of a night, while Jack's is the course of a week or so. Don't be alarmed!
Sorry I haven't updated for so long.I went to Austria and it was Christmas! So Merry X-mas and Happy Hanukkah! And Happy New Year!
The man in the Faithful Bride's tongue was loosened greatly with the aid of rum.
"Jack Sparrow, he was askin' abou' a young man named W, what was it.Was, with, would."The man looked puzzled. Annoyed, Will decided to hurry him along.
"Will you please hurry?" He asked. The man's head snapped up.
"Will! That was it! He had some woman on board, looked upset when we told 'em we hadn't seen 'im. Bad luck to have a woman on board!" The man crowed, lifting his drink to his lips.
"So I've heard." Will said shortly. "Where is Jack now?" At this question, the man looked up in confusion.
"Who are you?" He slurred. Will looked around in dismay.
"Tell me about Jack Sparrow!" He finally demanded after taking a few deep breaths. "Where was he heading? I know it must be hard, but please, think!" The man slouched in his chair.
"Jack. Jack? Ah, yes, Jack. Sorry lad, 'e was 'eadin' in the opposite direction." Will ground his fists together in aggravation.
"Wonderful. Just perfect. Thank you Jack." Will muttered.
"Ah, don't fret boy. Jack always comes back. He never let's his private stocks run low, my guess is e'll be back fore week's end." The man slouched, if possible, more. Will nodded, grateful for the end of the conversation. Sorrie stood up as well, no longer soaked.
"So what will we do tonight? Where will we sleep?" Asked Sorrie in panic, clutching Will's sleeve with one hand and holding the bundle in the other as they left the Faithful Bride. Those same questions were echoing through Will's mind at that moment, and he almost didn't have the strength to put on a brave face after such a long day.
"Well, I don't have any money, and neither do you so," Here Sorrie cut him off.
"I could work for money Will." She told him in a small voice. Will took her hand.
"No," Was the fierce answer, "There's no need for that. Tonight we'll experience the generosity of our beach hostess." Together, the pair made their way towards a small, sheltered area, where four palm trees leaned in. Will lay down in the sand, exhausted after the night's activities.
"Goodnight Sorrie." Will said. In the dim light, he could see the small frame still sitting up, staring at the bay.
"Goodnight Will. Thank you." But Will was already asleep. Sorrie stood up, gazing out at the bay, where she could see black sails fluttering in the breeze descending upon the town of Tortuga. She smiled.
"Jack Sparrow. How fortunate." She knelt down next to Will. "Will, I'm sorry. Duty calls." She lightly kissed his forehead, then stood up. And all that was left to trace her was a pair of footprints following the same figure that was running towards the docks. And that night, the ocean seemed to wish Sorrie guidance, for the surf gently licked away the footprints.
Also I realized that some of the time doesn't seem to match up in the story. Will's path and Jack's path show different time frames. Will's becomes the course of a night, while Jack's is the course of a week or so. Don't be alarmed!
Sorry I haven't updated for so long.I went to Austria and it was Christmas! So Merry X-mas and Happy Hanukkah! And Happy New Year!
The man in the Faithful Bride's tongue was loosened greatly with the aid of rum.
"Jack Sparrow, he was askin' abou' a young man named W, what was it.Was, with, would."The man looked puzzled. Annoyed, Will decided to hurry him along.
"Will you please hurry?" He asked. The man's head snapped up.
"Will! That was it! He had some woman on board, looked upset when we told 'em we hadn't seen 'im. Bad luck to have a woman on board!" The man crowed, lifting his drink to his lips.
"So I've heard." Will said shortly. "Where is Jack now?" At this question, the man looked up in confusion.
"Who are you?" He slurred. Will looked around in dismay.
"Tell me about Jack Sparrow!" He finally demanded after taking a few deep breaths. "Where was he heading? I know it must be hard, but please, think!" The man slouched in his chair.
"Jack. Jack? Ah, yes, Jack. Sorry lad, 'e was 'eadin' in the opposite direction." Will ground his fists together in aggravation.
"Wonderful. Just perfect. Thank you Jack." Will muttered.
"Ah, don't fret boy. Jack always comes back. He never let's his private stocks run low, my guess is e'll be back fore week's end." The man slouched, if possible, more. Will nodded, grateful for the end of the conversation. Sorrie stood up as well, no longer soaked.
"So what will we do tonight? Where will we sleep?" Asked Sorrie in panic, clutching Will's sleeve with one hand and holding the bundle in the other as they left the Faithful Bride. Those same questions were echoing through Will's mind at that moment, and he almost didn't have the strength to put on a brave face after such a long day.
"Well, I don't have any money, and neither do you so," Here Sorrie cut him off.
"I could work for money Will." She told him in a small voice. Will took her hand.
"No," Was the fierce answer, "There's no need for that. Tonight we'll experience the generosity of our beach hostess." Together, the pair made their way towards a small, sheltered area, where four palm trees leaned in. Will lay down in the sand, exhausted after the night's activities.
"Goodnight Sorrie." Will said. In the dim light, he could see the small frame still sitting up, staring at the bay.
"Goodnight Will. Thank you." But Will was already asleep. Sorrie stood up, gazing out at the bay, where she could see black sails fluttering in the breeze descending upon the town of Tortuga. She smiled.
"Jack Sparrow. How fortunate." She knelt down next to Will. "Will, I'm sorry. Duty calls." She lightly kissed his forehead, then stood up. And all that was left to trace her was a pair of footprints following the same figure that was running towards the docks. And that night, the ocean seemed to wish Sorrie guidance, for the surf gently licked away the footprints.