Methods of Force
Disclaimer: I don't own any of these characters, or names of objects, or places. Except Monday. But that is all that's mine. Mwahaha I have something!
Summary: Will is forced to drink his own death, while Jack & Elizabeth look on.
Rating: Since this is an updated version, and there are new ratings, I'm very confused. So eventually it will become M but I'm not sure what it is at the moment. I'm just correcting spelling (like when I wrote shop and meant ship – O and I are right next to each other! Damn my stupid fat fingers.) I thought this up last night but decided to lengthen it out a bit so the actual event that I thought up doesn't happen for a bit. God, if I knew I was gonna be talking for this long, I probably would have brought a glass of water.
Genre: Angst/Drama
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Chapter 1 : The Black Pearl is back in town
Will laughed. He hadn't done that in so long, you know, since he'd got back. It was Elizabeth - he couldn't help laughing when she was around, she made him so happy. He loved her with every fibre of his being - as much as one person could love another. Jack had long since gone, and the danger, the worry, and the unhappiness - had gone with him. He didn't hate Jack though – he had brought adventure into his life that he would never have thought possible, had reaffirmed his feelings for Elizabeth and most of all, become a part of Will's family.
It was a hot summer's day and the sun was beating down with such force that on its own would have been unbearable, but floating off the sea in a steady flow was a cool wind that made it such an unbelievably beautiful day. Elizabeth got up from the blanket on the ground they were sitting on and went inside, leaving Will to get lost in thought, which he promptly did. Quite often actually. Staring at the clouds which instantly began to look like familiar shapes and objects. He sank into deep thought, which he needed absolute silence for. Elizabeth came back out, carrying a jug of ice cold water and walked over to where he lay, standing over Will with the sun behind her, creating a halo like effect around her head.
'Would you like a drink, Will?'
He smiled.
Later that day Will felt sick, and hating the feeling, went to bed suspecting sunstroke or heat exhaustion. It must have been at least two o' clock in the morning when he woke up cold and restless to find Elizabeth lying beside him. He snuggled back down beside her, as a storm fell over the Port. Will was glad that she was there as he pulled up the covers. Just then, there was the most resounding crash outside, and bolted upright in bed. He got up quickly and rushed to the window, opening the shutters. No. No, this couldn't be happening. He was dreaming. He must be. Elizabeth came up silently behind him and dropped the glass of water she was carrying from beside her bed. It smashed around their bare feet as they looked out over the bay. They couldn't believe it, and furthermore they refused to. But the truth was staring them in the face along with all the evidence they could need to clarify what they saw. It was then that they saw it, in the shadows down in the bay, it's ripped sails flapping in the wind and its flag flying high above the waves beneath. Their eyes were not lying to them - The Black Pearl was back in town.
