Disclaimer: How many times do I have to repeat myself? I do not own any and I mean ANYof the
characters of PotC. But.. I DO own the DVD!!!

By the way, I also made up a town, not sure if it really exists. For the ones who don't speak Portuguese(or Spanish), Esperança means Hope.

*** Part 3, Will's Adventure ***

Sounds of ravaging and breaking glass were reaching him faster than the speed of light. He looked around but it was too dark to recognize what was going on. The only light in the darkness was an almost fivehundred yards high flame, that was caused by the burning of a church. He started running, coming closer to the city. Suddenly he stopped, searching for some place to hide. He ran to the nearest three and hid behind it. A few seconds later pirates ran straight by him. They were haunting something, someone. He couldn't see correctly. He walked away from his hiding place and starting heading for the city. He was shocked by what he found. Houses destroyed, glass everywhere. Wounded people on the ground, most of them more dead than alive. He saw kids sitting on the ground, crying, screaming for their family. But they were gone. The once so beautiful little town, was destroyed. In less than a day, Esperança turned into a pirates' village.

Will meanwhile helped were he could. Taking care of the wounded, fighting some leftover pirates. He would do anything he could to help them. Still, he couldn't help wondering. His mind strongly wrapped around what he saw, wondering if this could have been the town of Bootstrap Bill. Even if it was, he might not be able to find him. He couldn't have been here during the pirates' fight for the town. If he remembered his father correctly, he would have done everything in his power to make it stop. Then suddenly, he remembered what Jack had told him. His father was a rightful man, a honest man. Nonetheless, he was also a pirate. The same pirates blood that ran through Bootstrap's veins, ran through Will's veins. Whether he liked it or not. So if Jack was true, if his father could be a mean pirate, he might as well could have started the fight, the massacre. He shook his head to get the evil thoughts out of his head. He looked like his father, everyone had told him lately. So he just wished, that he didn't only inherited his looks but also his inner peace, his soul.

*** 6 hours later ***

The rising of a new day. The sun was covered with dark clouds. Rain was said to come. But not even the most powerful rain would be able to wipe away the stains of blood, the memories of last night. This town would never be the same. Will stepped out of bed and slowly got himself dressed. He figured today, as well as any day, should be used to find information about his father. About his whereabouts. When he got dressed, he made himself some breakfast. After finishing eating, he took his sword and coat and walked outside. He looked back at the motel he stayed at during the night. He wouldn't have to pay, cause there was actually no-one around, but he left some money behind the counter anyway. Too much money for a room with a bed, which he hadn't used. He had been walking through the room as he was thinking about his mission, thinking about Elizabeth and Jack. He wondered where they were. He wondered what they were doing. He thought he had a clue of what they might be doing. Jack would definitely be drinking rum and as for Elizabeth, she probably was just walking up and down the Black Pearl, killing time and trying not to think of Will. But he couldn't be more wrong.

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to be continued ...