The next day, Will woke up to find Elizabeth asleep. His eyes widened where
he realised where he was, and who was watching him. Barbossa, sitting on
the other side of the ship in front of a cell, staring at him. Will tried
to stand up, but the dizziness enveloped him and he fell, much to
Barbossa's amusement. He reached up to his head, and his fingers came away
coated with blood from his head wound. Elizabeth had woken up at this point
and outstretched her hand to clasp his, but he pulled away. He thought that
if Barbossa thought he was angry with her, then he wouldn't use her as a
way to get to Will, and that he'd leave her alone. And he did. He just
hoped Elizabeth realised what he was doing. Barbossa stood up, and came
over to Will's cell. He tried to look confident in front of Barbossa, but
it just didn't work. He came into the cell and grabbed Will by the throat,
pulling him up. He only got so far before the chains around Will's wrists
pulled him down, but Barbossa didn't look like he cared. H pulled Will up
by his throat, and the chains were already stretched to their limit, and
wouldn't allow Will to try and pull Barbossa's hand away. His arms felt
like they were going to come out of their sockets at any moment, and Will
moaned in unbelievable pain.
Barbossa let him go, and Will fell to the floor, and this time he wasn't alert enough to react when Elizabeth took his hand, but Barbossa didn't notice. She couldn't hold it in any longer, and shouted out "Leave him alone!" Will tried to move his arm, but the pain was too much. He passed out, leaving Elizabeth alone with Barbossa, the one thing he promised himself he wouldn't do.
Barbossa stared at Elizabeth. "Ye'll need to be wakin' the Whelp soon, he'll be required on deck." "You're despicable," she spat. "You nearly dislocate both of his arms, and now you expect him to work for you? You really have no conscience, do you." "I'm a pirate lass, if I had a conscience then nothin' would be any fun, would it?" Barbossa replied, a glint in his eye. He quickly left to go up to the deck. Elizabeth was about to wake Will, but after reconsidering, felt that he may need the rest. She promised herself that she'd watch over him, just as she'd promised the first day they met. And she would. Whenever he was asleep, she would watch over him and keep him safe from Barbossa and the other pirates. She'd never let them get him.
* * *
It was hours before Will woke up, and at once, he cried out, the pain in his arms flooding back to him, and the chains around his wrists cutting into them and tearing them to shreds. Elizabeth was holding his hand once again, and this time, he was thankful for it. Thankful for the last little bit of warmth there was. Thankful for the touch of the woman he loved, and always would love. He turned to her, and he gazed into her eyes, admiring her brave face and confidence. He was just about to speak, when they both heard a gunshot up on deck. Then they heard shouting, and the sounds of two or three people coming down the stairs. Was this it? Was this how its going to end? In a cell, kept apart by cold metal and cruelly treated?
The answer?
Barbossa let him go, and Will fell to the floor, and this time he wasn't alert enough to react when Elizabeth took his hand, but Barbossa didn't notice. She couldn't hold it in any longer, and shouted out "Leave him alone!" Will tried to move his arm, but the pain was too much. He passed out, leaving Elizabeth alone with Barbossa, the one thing he promised himself he wouldn't do.
Barbossa stared at Elizabeth. "Ye'll need to be wakin' the Whelp soon, he'll be required on deck." "You're despicable," she spat. "You nearly dislocate both of his arms, and now you expect him to work for you? You really have no conscience, do you." "I'm a pirate lass, if I had a conscience then nothin' would be any fun, would it?" Barbossa replied, a glint in his eye. He quickly left to go up to the deck. Elizabeth was about to wake Will, but after reconsidering, felt that he may need the rest. She promised herself that she'd watch over him, just as she'd promised the first day they met. And she would. Whenever he was asleep, she would watch over him and keep him safe from Barbossa and the other pirates. She'd never let them get him.
* * *
It was hours before Will woke up, and at once, he cried out, the pain in his arms flooding back to him, and the chains around his wrists cutting into them and tearing them to shreds. Elizabeth was holding his hand once again, and this time, he was thankful for it. Thankful for the last little bit of warmth there was. Thankful for the touch of the woman he loved, and always would love. He turned to her, and he gazed into her eyes, admiring her brave face and confidence. He was just about to speak, when they both heard a gunshot up on deck. Then they heard shouting, and the sounds of two or three people coming down the stairs. Was this it? Was this how its going to end? In a cell, kept apart by cold metal and cruelly treated?
The answer?
