Another Turner to the Tides?
When Jack awoke that morning, he knew that something was wrong. He felt it in the air, he heard it in the strong wind blowing against the window panes. It was what had caused him to wake so early from his uneased slumber. There was an eerie sense of stagnence throughout the room, and the blankets that covered him, although warm, posessed a chill that made a shiver run up Jack's spine with nervousness.
Will wasn't moving. There was no evidence of a spontaneous twitch of the nose, or a spastic jerk of his leg. His chest didn't rise, didn't fall, nothing. He was completely and utterly still. His pearlescent skin was white with paleness, and his body felt cold in Jack's now trembling arm's.
Jack found himself unable to speak. He tried, but some unknown part of his unconcious mind simply would not allow the pirate to say Will's name. His heart was met with a stabbing pain, and a wave of the same cold penetrating their entire quarters rushed through Jack's veins like ice water.
"No." Jack stuttered, but that simple utterance quickly developed into a roar of agony.
Jack, all at once, went into a state of hysteria. He began to violently shake the limp body of his to-be lover, yelling for him to wake up. Alas, Will didn't wake. He didn't move. His body didn't flinch. He made no action whatsoever, and his limp head lolled disturbingly, swinging this way and that with the motion of Jack's antics.
Dolorous came running in, quick as a flash, asking, " Captain Sparrow, what's happened? What's wrong?"
" HE'S DEAD, MISSES! THE BOY'S DEAD!" Jack wailed, locking his strong arms in a vice grip around William's torso and sobbing into the cool, silken tresses of will's sweet smelling hair, currently flopping lazily across each other in an overlapping mass of curls.
Dolorous scrambled to the side of them, and felt the vital point of Will's cold neck. As a horrified look spread across her face, she breathlessly exclaimed, "Oh no. You're right, Jack. By god you're right. He's dead."
Jack screamed, "WILLIAM, YOU CAN'T DO THIS TO ME! WILLIAM! NOT AGAIN, NOT LIKE BOOTSTRAP, NO! WILLIAM! WILLIAM WAKE UP! Wake up."
The pirate trailed off, and soon the only sounds he could even try to half form were sobs of grief. Will was gone. His love, his everything, his reason for life had just died the previous night in his arms. His heart couldn't take it anymore. Too much had passed, now, too many things had gone wrong. One too many blows had befallen his soul. Jack grew silent. His brown eyes stared blankly ahead into the still air, blurred shapes dancing before them. A deeper, more penetrating cold entered him. His chest was filled with it, and it took the very breath out of his chest. He couldn't breathe. Jack couldn't breathe. His entire upper body simply froze, and all Jack could seem to do was stare ahead as he began to get dizzy. He fell back, stiff as a board, into the goosefeather pillows that he had just so recently occupied in contented slumber and let himself go. At that moment, for more then one man, all was an everlasting sea of black.
When Jack awoke that morning, he knew that something was wrong. He felt it in the air, he heard it in the strong wind blowing against the window panes. It was what had caused him to wake so early from his uneased slumber. There was an eerie sense of stagnence throughout the room, and the blankets that covered him, although warm, posessed a chill that made a shiver run up Jack's spine with nervousness.
Will wasn't moving. There was no evidence of a spontaneous twitch of the nose, or a spastic jerk of his leg. His chest didn't rise, didn't fall, nothing. He was completely and utterly still. His pearlescent skin was white with paleness, and his body felt cold in Jack's now trembling arm's.
Jack found himself unable to speak. He tried, but some unknown part of his unconcious mind simply would not allow the pirate to say Will's name. His heart was met with a stabbing pain, and a wave of the same cold penetrating their entire quarters rushed through Jack's veins like ice water.
"No." Jack stuttered, but that simple utterance quickly developed into a roar of agony.
Jack, all at once, went into a state of hysteria. He began to violently shake the limp body of his to-be lover, yelling for him to wake up. Alas, Will didn't wake. He didn't move. His body didn't flinch. He made no action whatsoever, and his limp head lolled disturbingly, swinging this way and that with the motion of Jack's antics.
Dolorous came running in, quick as a flash, asking, " Captain Sparrow, what's happened? What's wrong?"
" HE'S DEAD, MISSES! THE BOY'S DEAD!" Jack wailed, locking his strong arms in a vice grip around William's torso and sobbing into the cool, silken tresses of will's sweet smelling hair, currently flopping lazily across each other in an overlapping mass of curls.
Dolorous scrambled to the side of them, and felt the vital point of Will's cold neck. As a horrified look spread across her face, she breathlessly exclaimed, "Oh no. You're right, Jack. By god you're right. He's dead."
Jack screamed, "WILLIAM, YOU CAN'T DO THIS TO ME! WILLIAM! NOT AGAIN, NOT LIKE BOOTSTRAP, NO! WILLIAM! WILLIAM WAKE UP! Wake up."
The pirate trailed off, and soon the only sounds he could even try to half form were sobs of grief. Will was gone. His love, his everything, his reason for life had just died the previous night in his arms. His heart couldn't take it anymore. Too much had passed, now, too many things had gone wrong. One too many blows had befallen his soul. Jack grew silent. His brown eyes stared blankly ahead into the still air, blurred shapes dancing before them. A deeper, more penetrating cold entered him. His chest was filled with it, and it took the very breath out of his chest. He couldn't breathe. Jack couldn't breathe. His entire upper body simply froze, and all Jack could seem to do was stare ahead as he began to get dizzy. He fell back, stiff as a board, into the goosefeather pillows that he had just so recently occupied in contented slumber and let himself go. At that moment, for more then one man, all was an everlasting sea of black.