Ok well this is a story in the works; Will is not Will from POTC, different
person, Will is going to come in though. And so does Jack. And the rest of
the POTC crew, so... enjoy, plz, R&R.
Chapter 1
A Whispering Watcher As the wind blew in from the window beside the bed, the dormant boy's eyes began to twitch. He seemed to be dreaming. Though nothing else on his body moved except his eyes and his hair. Suddenly his eyes shot open. They looked scared for a brief moment but then returned to normal as soon as he realized he wasn't dreaming any more. The boy then tried to lift his arm so he could brush the hair out of his face. His are would not move. He tried the other, but was also denied the action. His eyes got scared again. He went to speak but couldn't. Then came a voice. "Do not be afraid. Thy shall soon know the truth." the voice sounded like a women's and sounded as if the person was whispering into his ear. He suddenly got a rush of breath sent into him. Then all at once he could move again. He was very awake. He got up, confused on what had happened, walked to the bathroom. It was dark and he had forgotten to light a candle to bring with him. But to him it seemed light enough; he could always recall seeing exceptionally well in the dark. As he reached the bathroom he found a candle, but decided not to light it. He ran the dirty water over his face. 'Who had that been? And why couldn't I move?' he thought to himself. 'No matter, I'll ask Rose in the morning.' he returned to his bed and fell to sleep. This time not waking to an eerie dream. "Will! Wake up." Will's eyes slowly opened, he sat up and yawned. He stretched his arms then got out of bed. He dressed himself in what he usually wore. A pair of pants, belt, a white shirt and a long blue over coat. He walked down the stairs. "Rose?" he called out as he reached the bottom of the stairs. A girl about 18 walked out from a door to his left holding two trays of food. She had green eyes; she was a little taller then Will, was wearing a white shirt and was wearing black pants. "Pants? Really, Rose." he said with smirk, she set down the trays of food to their owners. Then turned to him, "I am NOT wearing a dress." she said looking at him half annoyed. As Will turned and started to walk to a table, Rose turned and hit him with the towel, across the face. "WHAT?!" he yelled turning back around to see her walking back through the door. Will went over to a table and sat down. Rose made another trip out to a different table and delivered some food. Will put his feet up on the table and waited for her to come over to him. When she finally did she smacked his boots with an empty tray. He gave another smile and removed his feet from the table. She sat down next to him, looking very exhausted. "Do you really have to work?" Will asked, "Yes. Since you don't." she was whispering her hands off on the towel that had been over her shoulder, then replaced it. Will leaned back in his seat. "Well, it's not like I haven't tried." she glared at him, "What? I have!" he said leaning forward at her, "Will, scamming people or their money is not a job." "It is if that's your only talent." Will said leaning back again, slightly slouching. "It's not you only talent. What about your writing?" Rose asked, "I can't think of anything." Someone walked in and sat down at a table across the room. "Don't worried, you will." She said putting her hand on his shoulder, then going over to the man who had just come in. Will sat for a minute think. Then he remembered his awaking. He looked around for Rose, but she wasn't around. He got up and exited the building. He turned around and walked backwards while looking at the building. He'd been here quite awhile. Him and his sister, Rose, who worked in the Bed-and-breakfast sort of building. At night it was a tavern. But since they worked there they get a couple free rooms. As he turned around he ran into a girl. "I'm sorry." she said, Will looked at her. She was beautiful. She had long dark brown hair and beautiful light blue eyes. "No. It was my fault." He said giving her a small smile, she smiled back; her smile was a soft one. "I'm Will." he said putting out his hand, she shook it. "Nice to meet you Will." she said letting go of his hand, Will stood for a minute waiting for her to say her name, but she didn't. They both stood waiting for the other to say something. "...well, Will, I guess I'll be seeing you." She said walking off. "Wait." But it was too late; she had walked off into a crowd. Will stood looking for her, but he could not find her. He sighed and walked past some more buildings. Until he reached the weapon shop. He stopped outside it and stood for a moment, then entered. He walked around the store examining the swords and the few rifles on the wall. He walked over to the counter, "Do you have any...." he looked around, the man behind the counter waited, "...wooden stakes?" the man raised his eyebrow, "Wooden stakes? Why would yee be needin wooden stakes?" the man looked at him closely, Will stood up straighter, ".... why?....becuase....I'm..a..wood..working..person..in training?" Will smiled stupidly; the man narrowed his eyes, "3 pounds." The man said placing four of them on the counter, Will's eyes lit up, and he smiled bigger. "Well.... since I am a wood person..." "You said you were a woodworker." "Yes, a woodworker. Sorry, I'm new, I just started today." "Whom exactly are you working for?" the man said examining him more closely, "6 pounds, was it?" Will asked pulling out his little leather bag, "...6?...yes..Yes, 6 it was." Will put the six on the counter and took the stakes, he put them in his inner coat pocket and walked out. He walked back to the tavern. Inside, there was no one but Rose sitting at the tavern's bar...drinking.
the POTC crew, so... enjoy, plz, R&R.
Chapter 1
A Whispering Watcher As the wind blew in from the window beside the bed, the dormant boy's eyes began to twitch. He seemed to be dreaming. Though nothing else on his body moved except his eyes and his hair. Suddenly his eyes shot open. They looked scared for a brief moment but then returned to normal as soon as he realized he wasn't dreaming any more. The boy then tried to lift his arm so he could brush the hair out of his face. His are would not move. He tried the other, but was also denied the action. His eyes got scared again. He went to speak but couldn't. Then came a voice. "Do not be afraid. Thy shall soon know the truth." the voice sounded like a women's and sounded as if the person was whispering into his ear. He suddenly got a rush of breath sent into him. Then all at once he could move again. He was very awake. He got up, confused on what had happened, walked to the bathroom. It was dark and he had forgotten to light a candle to bring with him. But to him it seemed light enough; he could always recall seeing exceptionally well in the dark. As he reached the bathroom he found a candle, but decided not to light it. He ran the dirty water over his face. 'Who had that been? And why couldn't I move?' he thought to himself. 'No matter, I'll ask Rose in the morning.' he returned to his bed and fell to sleep. This time not waking to an eerie dream. "Will! Wake up." Will's eyes slowly opened, he sat up and yawned. He stretched his arms then got out of bed. He dressed himself in what he usually wore. A pair of pants, belt, a white shirt and a long blue over coat. He walked down the stairs. "Rose?" he called out as he reached the bottom of the stairs. A girl about 18 walked out from a door to his left holding two trays of food. She had green eyes; she was a little taller then Will, was wearing a white shirt and was wearing black pants. "Pants? Really, Rose." he said with smirk, she set down the trays of food to their owners. Then turned to him, "I am NOT wearing a dress." she said looking at him half annoyed. As Will turned and started to walk to a table, Rose turned and hit him with the towel, across the face. "WHAT?!" he yelled turning back around to see her walking back through the door. Will went over to a table and sat down. Rose made another trip out to a different table and delivered some food. Will put his feet up on the table and waited for her to come over to him. When she finally did she smacked his boots with an empty tray. He gave another smile and removed his feet from the table. She sat down next to him, looking very exhausted. "Do you really have to work?" Will asked, "Yes. Since you don't." she was whispering her hands off on the towel that had been over her shoulder, then replaced it. Will leaned back in his seat. "Well, it's not like I haven't tried." she glared at him, "What? I have!" he said leaning forward at her, "Will, scamming people or their money is not a job." "It is if that's your only talent." Will said leaning back again, slightly slouching. "It's not you only talent. What about your writing?" Rose asked, "I can't think of anything." Someone walked in and sat down at a table across the room. "Don't worried, you will." She said putting her hand on his shoulder, then going over to the man who had just come in. Will sat for a minute think. Then he remembered his awaking. He looked around for Rose, but she wasn't around. He got up and exited the building. He turned around and walked backwards while looking at the building. He'd been here quite awhile. Him and his sister, Rose, who worked in the Bed-and-breakfast sort of building. At night it was a tavern. But since they worked there they get a couple free rooms. As he turned around he ran into a girl. "I'm sorry." she said, Will looked at her. She was beautiful. She had long dark brown hair and beautiful light blue eyes. "No. It was my fault." He said giving her a small smile, she smiled back; her smile was a soft one. "I'm Will." he said putting out his hand, she shook it. "Nice to meet you Will." she said letting go of his hand, Will stood for a minute waiting for her to say her name, but she didn't. They both stood waiting for the other to say something. "...well, Will, I guess I'll be seeing you." She said walking off. "Wait." But it was too late; she had walked off into a crowd. Will stood looking for her, but he could not find her. He sighed and walked past some more buildings. Until he reached the weapon shop. He stopped outside it and stood for a moment, then entered. He walked around the store examining the swords and the few rifles on the wall. He walked over to the counter, "Do you have any...." he looked around, the man behind the counter waited, "...wooden stakes?" the man raised his eyebrow, "Wooden stakes? Why would yee be needin wooden stakes?" the man looked at him closely, Will stood up straighter, ".... why?....becuase....I'm..a..wood..working..person..in training?" Will smiled stupidly; the man narrowed his eyes, "3 pounds." The man said placing four of them on the counter, Will's eyes lit up, and he smiled bigger. "Well.... since I am a wood person..." "You said you were a woodworker." "Yes, a woodworker. Sorry, I'm new, I just started today." "Whom exactly are you working for?" the man said examining him more closely, "6 pounds, was it?" Will asked pulling out his little leather bag, "...6?...yes..Yes, 6 it was." Will put the six on the counter and took the stakes, he put them in his inner coat pocket and walked out. He walked back to the tavern. Inside, there was no one but Rose sitting at the tavern's bar...drinking.