AN// *laughs* I got a flame... Norrington Defense League has put me on
their hit list. Yes welsh this is my retort:
"If you can't annoy somebody, there's very little point in writing." - Kingsley Amis
Chapter 12:
"Where is she?!" Will exclaimed feeling the blood drain from his face. "Why isn't she with you?! You were suppose to bloody go after her!"
"Why's he tied up?" AnaMaria grinned. Had the situation not called for urgency, she would have taken the time to point and laugh.
"He wouldn't calm down. We had to restrain him before he could get lost," Jack replied, patting Will on the head with a swollen hand. The morning's contact between the chest lid and his hand had left a lasting reminder on Jack. His hand now resembles something of a small ball with sausages as fingers.
"Where the hell is Patricia?!!" Will almost screamed. AnaMaria's grin fell away and she looked at all of them seriously.
"She ran to the pub. She refuses to return..." she answered.
"So you left her there?!!!!!" Will shouted.
"Of course not... She's just off port with two of my friends." AnaMaria looked Will in the eye to emphasize her next point. "Patricia's an emotional wreck. She's drunk enough rum to almost kill her."
"Jack, PLEASE take these damn restraints off! I'll talk to her," Will pleaded.
"She says she'll come back only if she doesn't have to deal with you until later on..." AnaMaria continued.
"Fine! I won't say a thing about today. I'll pretend we're back in Port Royal and none of this crap ever happened. Just let me get to her to let me have the peace of mind that she's NOT hurt..."
"By dealing with you, she means that she doesn't want to see or talk to you..." AnaMaria said gently. Will stopped struggling for a moment. "Jack, get him into a cabin."
"You do it, Ana... I want to talk to Miss Taylor a bit," Jack answered starting to make his staggering walk across the ship.
"Jack Sparrow, did you not hear me?" AnaMaria said poisonously. She stood in front of him her dark hair blowing in the wind, her eyes flaming, making her look strangely menacing. "I said for YOU to get him into a cabin and YOU make sure he stays in there."
"But..."
"Now, Sparrow!" AnaMaria interrupted. She watched as Jack reluctantly stalked off and managed to grab a hold of Will's bindings and pull him below deck.
"Bloody women... I'm the damn captain and I can't even do what I want because of stupid AnaMaria... I swear if that woman didn't mean more than rum to me I would..." Jack grumbled before, almost literally, throwing Will into his room. With a swift maneuver of the knife, he cut the ropes and sat himself down on the floor, his back leaning on the door to prevent Will's escape.
"This is stupid! I can't even bleedin' see my own best friend!" Will shouted.
"Oh, for God's sake, shut up!" Jack snapped, still bitter about being so malleable by AnaMaria. "If you weren't so daft in the first place, you wouldn't even have this problem to deal with so do shut up and sit down."
Will looked at Jack just as acrimoniously but followed the orders. He observed his surroundings and kept his ears alert for any indication that Patricia was returning. Sure enough, after a few minutes, Will could hear several people's footsteps hurrying to and fro in the hallway just outside. Quiet, weary sobs just barely passed through the thin wooden walls and Will's heart wrenched knowing exactly who was crying so fervently on the other side. After a slam of the door, Will looked at Jack expectantly.
"What?" Jack asked, noticing Will's eyes.
"Shouldn't you be leaving me in peace now?"
"Will, I'm not stupid. I know that the moment I step out of this door, you will count several minutes, then exit yourself to enter Tricia's room." Will's face flushed a light pink at being so transparent. He looked out the cabin window and just huffed, agitated.
"If it were AnaMaria in that cabin and you were me, you would be just as keen to go into that room as I am," Will reasoned, remembering Jack's grumbles a few minutes earlier.
"Well, since you go so far as switching our places, mate, you, in turn, would also be sitting your arse on this same exact place as meself because Tricia would have asked you to keep me out of AnaMaria's sight for some given time and you would never EVER have the heart to say no to your dear Patricia and would do anything in your power to mind all of your love's orders," Will retorted.
"I would not..."
"Ha! Don't you dare deny it, William. You have that need to fulfill all of Patricia's wishes as I do with AnaMaria, as Philip Taylor did with Andrea and as your father did with Emma." Will's face then drained of colour at the realization that he had completely forgotten the hints Jack had given him that he had known his father. Jack, just rolled his eyes. "Took you long enough to realize..."
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AnaMaria watched the two men reluctantly drag their feet below deck and turned to Elizabeth.
"Elizabeth, get Patricia's beds ready. And she'll need water so be sure to have a pitcher on her bed stand when we get there." With that she turned to fetch Patricia. Elizabeth pursed her lips together, unwilling to serve Patricia, of all people, but she really had no choice so she did as she was told.
AnaMaria ran back to where Sergio and Antonio were sitting on the cobblestone, trying to cheer the girl up. Patricia was still disinclined to board the Rouge.
"Must I?" she asked wearily, never even looking up when AnaMaria arrived, telling her that it was safe for her to go on without seeing Will.
"He's hidden. I promise," AnaMaria said.
"It doesn't matter... I can feel him. No matter what I can feel him when he's near even if I can't see him," she murmured then sighed. "But I don't have a choice now do I?"
"No, you don't. Now upsie daisy. You are in need of a bed and quarters to be safe in." AnaMaria motioned the men beside her to carry Patricia on. Just as they got on the planks of the ship, Patricia began to sob quietly again.
"I'm sorry... I don't mean to cry.. Not anymore," Patricia whispered, stumbling on her way through the narrow aisle. Her body suddenly stopped at Will's cabin door.
"Come on, Patricia," AnaMaria coaxed. Patricia's head was bowed down as her tears kept coming, even through she closed her eyes tightly and her hand rested at the wood separating her from Will. Then, she snatched it away as if realizing her hand was on a hot stove, and walked to her own cabin, falling into her cold bed. "Drink the water... It'll make you feel better." Elizabeth was sitting at the edge of the bed, and helped the girl drink from the glass.
"I want to rest," Patricia murmured. AnaMaria nodded and she motioned everyone out. When she blew out the candle, Patricia fell into the pillows and caved into her dreamless sleep.
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"You really are Bill's son," Jack groaned, his head leaning back, and hitting the door behind him. "Extremely stupid and slow and yet still a good man and rivaled me for the women's affections, if I do say so myself."
"You knew my father? How?"
"Knew him for the years he spent on sea. A good man... A good pirate..."
"What?"
"I said, Knew him..."
"I meant the last part!"
"Ah! Yes..." Jack smirked through his black hairs. "That would grab your attention, I gather." Will just stood staring at the man before him. "I said, he was a good man AND a damn good pirate as well."
"My father wasn't a pirate," Will growled.
"Was too... and let me tell you, you're reluctance to meet with that fact was highly predictable," Jack answered.
"He was a merchant! Nothing more, nothing less! He wouldn't leave his family behind to live as a pirate. He was lost at sea!" Will yelled angrily.
"No. Definitely not a merchant... You could say he was definitely less than that as a gentleman o' fortunes. No, he didn't leave you and Emma behind but you CAN say he was lost at sea," Jack continued.
"He wasn't a pirate!!"
"Get over it, man," Jack exclaimed. "You make it sound like he's automatically a bad man when he was the better of many of us!"
"A pirate is a vile scoundrel who doesn't deserve to live. A slow and painful death is nothing but their just reward." Will said it so passionately that Jack was made to wonder what made him think so. Of course, Jack knew their bad reputation, and he guessed that it was sort of deserved, but this blacksmith spoke of them as if they were the Devil's spawn.
"We may be thieves and slackers, Will, but why would you think we were all so damned to Hell?" Jack asked softly. Will looked away and stared out into the windows.
"I don't speak of it..." he snapped. "Not even to Patricia. His father may have known but Patricia never will..."
"This may be news to you, man, but I'm not Patricia. The resemblance is uncanny though, I know," Jack said so nonchalantly that Will almost thought he was serious.
"I mean, if I don't even tell HER, there's very little chance I'll tell YOU."
"Oh... well, don't be petty now, Will. I'd like to know why you hate me so much without even knowing me."
"I've lived on this boat with you for more a week now, Jack. I know you and still would throw you overboard, given the chance," Will replied, scathingly.
"Ouch. That was a blow to the heart, mate, but don't change the subject."
"I told you! I don't speak of it."
"If you tell me, I'll let you go." Will stood silent for a moment.
"I don't think it's worth it." Jack just shrugged. "And how do I know you'd pull through you with your promise?"
"You don't. You make that decision and it seems you've already made it so there's really no use in me trying to talk you out of that..."
"Do you know of the Black Pearl?" Will interrupted and that shut Jack up at once.
"A rumour or some... Why do you ask?"
"It's a pirate ship."
"Well spotted, lad. What other obvious points would you like to tell me?" Jack smirked.
"It took the ship I was aboard on the crossing from England..."
"It's a pirate ship. It takes other ships for a sport, William."
"Do the crews of such ships also imprison and beat the children aboard?" Once again, Jack was quiet.
"So that's it, is it?" Jack said softly. "They took your ship almost a decade ago and they beat you..."
"A week in the hands of scoundrels that don't deserve to live, Jack. Pirates, just like you," Will hissed. "A week of hell until they realized I was nothing but baggage to them so with the next ship they attacked, I was thrown into its flotsam and jetsam. By mere fortune, Elizabeth's ship passed and I was saved."
"And you tell me this why?"
"Because you said pirates are just thieves and slackers... They're also murderers and torturers, Sparrow, and no matter what I will never forgive them and you said it yourself. My father was a good man so he would NEVER mix with such company," Will replied. Jack just sat on his spot, thinking.
"We're not all like that," Jack defended himself.
"That does not change what those men were, though," he retorted.
"Will, your father was a pirate..."
"LIAR!"
"You can or can't accept that. It won't change the fact that it's true... And he was... He sailed under the flag of the Black Pearl as did Patricia's father..."
"That is where you cross the line! Patricia's father was a good man! He took me in when no one else would!"
"Your father and hers were friends, y'know that? Both of them were pirates, but as respectable as they could be," Jack continued ignoring Will.
"Do you mean to tell me that my own father beat me for the sheer pleasure of it?" Will yelled.
"No..." Jack denied. "He USED to bear under the Black Pearl but hasn't for ten years..."
"What do you mean?" Will's eyes narrowed in suspicion at Jack's reluctant glance.
"You wouldn't believe me..."
"No, I mostly likely wouldn't but I still want to hear this story..."
"Fine..." Jack sighed. With that he started on the story about the lost treasure of Cortez, his mutineering crew, Barbossa, and the curse placed on them by their greed.
"You talk of curses and zombies and I really don't believe you but what does this have to do with my father?" Will asked.
"Of the men aboard my ship, two men remained faithful to me," Jack replied. "That would you father, William Turner Senior, and his best friend, Philip Taylor. The difference between the two was that on a pit stop on the way to Isla de Muerta, Phil came off because he heard news that his daughter was living off the streets. Bootstrap wasn't so lucky."
"Bootstrap?"
"Bootstrap Bill... Swear you look just like him."
"What happened to him?"
"From what I heard.. rumours and such, he was strapped to a cannon ball and blasted to the bottom of the ocean because he thought the crew deserved the curse for betraying me." Jack leaned back in satisfaction. "Like I said... good man."
"He's dead?"
"Probably in pieces but not dead," Jack said casually. "You can't kill what ain't alive, Will. That's what happened to the Black Pearl." Will looked at him, slowly beginning to wonder if he was telling the truth. "I think Phil realized who you were the moment he saw you. Bill was his best mate. He owed it to him to take care of his child as if it was his own."
"So they were both pirates, huh?" Will whispered, in disbelief, falling into his bed. "Both of them... Figures where Patricia gets all the feisty blood..."
"Oooo... Feisty... I like feisty," Jack grinned. Will could almost read the dirty thoughts passing through the pirates head and threw a small pillow at him.
"Not about Patricia, you dirty old man."
"I'm not old!"
"But you're mind is as dirty as this place."
"No comment." Silence passed between them only to be broken by Jack once again. "Does Patricia know about any of this?"
"I don't think so... She would have told me."
"Well, are you telling her?" Jack prodded.
"No," he answered after thinking for a moment. "I don't think we should..."
"Good decision, young Turner. Good..." Jack stood up and brushed himself off. "Now I take my leave and I shall lock the door behind me."
"Wait! You told me you'd let me go after I tell you!"
"Yes, I believe I did but you also declined that offer and THEN told me the story so that serves as no deal at all," Jack replied. "Good night, Mr. Turner..." And he left, leaving Will with his eyes looking murderous for being scammed.
AN// hahah... ANSWERS! Yay... okay... Look for a new chapter soon. I've got leisure time full speed ahead. *grin*
"If you can't annoy somebody, there's very little point in writing." - Kingsley Amis
Chapter 12:
"Where is she?!" Will exclaimed feeling the blood drain from his face. "Why isn't she with you?! You were suppose to bloody go after her!"
"Why's he tied up?" AnaMaria grinned. Had the situation not called for urgency, she would have taken the time to point and laugh.
"He wouldn't calm down. We had to restrain him before he could get lost," Jack replied, patting Will on the head with a swollen hand. The morning's contact between the chest lid and his hand had left a lasting reminder on Jack. His hand now resembles something of a small ball with sausages as fingers.
"Where the hell is Patricia?!!" Will almost screamed. AnaMaria's grin fell away and she looked at all of them seriously.
"She ran to the pub. She refuses to return..." she answered.
"So you left her there?!!!!!" Will shouted.
"Of course not... She's just off port with two of my friends." AnaMaria looked Will in the eye to emphasize her next point. "Patricia's an emotional wreck. She's drunk enough rum to almost kill her."
"Jack, PLEASE take these damn restraints off! I'll talk to her," Will pleaded.
"She says she'll come back only if she doesn't have to deal with you until later on..." AnaMaria continued.
"Fine! I won't say a thing about today. I'll pretend we're back in Port Royal and none of this crap ever happened. Just let me get to her to let me have the peace of mind that she's NOT hurt..."
"By dealing with you, she means that she doesn't want to see or talk to you..." AnaMaria said gently. Will stopped struggling for a moment. "Jack, get him into a cabin."
"You do it, Ana... I want to talk to Miss Taylor a bit," Jack answered starting to make his staggering walk across the ship.
"Jack Sparrow, did you not hear me?" AnaMaria said poisonously. She stood in front of him her dark hair blowing in the wind, her eyes flaming, making her look strangely menacing. "I said for YOU to get him into a cabin and YOU make sure he stays in there."
"But..."
"Now, Sparrow!" AnaMaria interrupted. She watched as Jack reluctantly stalked off and managed to grab a hold of Will's bindings and pull him below deck.
"Bloody women... I'm the damn captain and I can't even do what I want because of stupid AnaMaria... I swear if that woman didn't mean more than rum to me I would..." Jack grumbled before, almost literally, throwing Will into his room. With a swift maneuver of the knife, he cut the ropes and sat himself down on the floor, his back leaning on the door to prevent Will's escape.
"This is stupid! I can't even bleedin' see my own best friend!" Will shouted.
"Oh, for God's sake, shut up!" Jack snapped, still bitter about being so malleable by AnaMaria. "If you weren't so daft in the first place, you wouldn't even have this problem to deal with so do shut up and sit down."
Will looked at Jack just as acrimoniously but followed the orders. He observed his surroundings and kept his ears alert for any indication that Patricia was returning. Sure enough, after a few minutes, Will could hear several people's footsteps hurrying to and fro in the hallway just outside. Quiet, weary sobs just barely passed through the thin wooden walls and Will's heart wrenched knowing exactly who was crying so fervently on the other side. After a slam of the door, Will looked at Jack expectantly.
"What?" Jack asked, noticing Will's eyes.
"Shouldn't you be leaving me in peace now?"
"Will, I'm not stupid. I know that the moment I step out of this door, you will count several minutes, then exit yourself to enter Tricia's room." Will's face flushed a light pink at being so transparent. He looked out the cabin window and just huffed, agitated.
"If it were AnaMaria in that cabin and you were me, you would be just as keen to go into that room as I am," Will reasoned, remembering Jack's grumbles a few minutes earlier.
"Well, since you go so far as switching our places, mate, you, in turn, would also be sitting your arse on this same exact place as meself because Tricia would have asked you to keep me out of AnaMaria's sight for some given time and you would never EVER have the heart to say no to your dear Patricia and would do anything in your power to mind all of your love's orders," Will retorted.
"I would not..."
"Ha! Don't you dare deny it, William. You have that need to fulfill all of Patricia's wishes as I do with AnaMaria, as Philip Taylor did with Andrea and as your father did with Emma." Will's face then drained of colour at the realization that he had completely forgotten the hints Jack had given him that he had known his father. Jack, just rolled his eyes. "Took you long enough to realize..."
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AnaMaria watched the two men reluctantly drag their feet below deck and turned to Elizabeth.
"Elizabeth, get Patricia's beds ready. And she'll need water so be sure to have a pitcher on her bed stand when we get there." With that she turned to fetch Patricia. Elizabeth pursed her lips together, unwilling to serve Patricia, of all people, but she really had no choice so she did as she was told.
AnaMaria ran back to where Sergio and Antonio were sitting on the cobblestone, trying to cheer the girl up. Patricia was still disinclined to board the Rouge.
"Must I?" she asked wearily, never even looking up when AnaMaria arrived, telling her that it was safe for her to go on without seeing Will.
"He's hidden. I promise," AnaMaria said.
"It doesn't matter... I can feel him. No matter what I can feel him when he's near even if I can't see him," she murmured then sighed. "But I don't have a choice now do I?"
"No, you don't. Now upsie daisy. You are in need of a bed and quarters to be safe in." AnaMaria motioned the men beside her to carry Patricia on. Just as they got on the planks of the ship, Patricia began to sob quietly again.
"I'm sorry... I don't mean to cry.. Not anymore," Patricia whispered, stumbling on her way through the narrow aisle. Her body suddenly stopped at Will's cabin door.
"Come on, Patricia," AnaMaria coaxed. Patricia's head was bowed down as her tears kept coming, even through she closed her eyes tightly and her hand rested at the wood separating her from Will. Then, she snatched it away as if realizing her hand was on a hot stove, and walked to her own cabin, falling into her cold bed. "Drink the water... It'll make you feel better." Elizabeth was sitting at the edge of the bed, and helped the girl drink from the glass.
"I want to rest," Patricia murmured. AnaMaria nodded and she motioned everyone out. When she blew out the candle, Patricia fell into the pillows and caved into her dreamless sleep.
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"You really are Bill's son," Jack groaned, his head leaning back, and hitting the door behind him. "Extremely stupid and slow and yet still a good man and rivaled me for the women's affections, if I do say so myself."
"You knew my father? How?"
"Knew him for the years he spent on sea. A good man... A good pirate..."
"What?"
"I said, Knew him..."
"I meant the last part!"
"Ah! Yes..." Jack smirked through his black hairs. "That would grab your attention, I gather." Will just stood staring at the man before him. "I said, he was a good man AND a damn good pirate as well."
"My father wasn't a pirate," Will growled.
"Was too... and let me tell you, you're reluctance to meet with that fact was highly predictable," Jack answered.
"He was a merchant! Nothing more, nothing less! He wouldn't leave his family behind to live as a pirate. He was lost at sea!" Will yelled angrily.
"No. Definitely not a merchant... You could say he was definitely less than that as a gentleman o' fortunes. No, he didn't leave you and Emma behind but you CAN say he was lost at sea," Jack continued.
"He wasn't a pirate!!"
"Get over it, man," Jack exclaimed. "You make it sound like he's automatically a bad man when he was the better of many of us!"
"A pirate is a vile scoundrel who doesn't deserve to live. A slow and painful death is nothing but their just reward." Will said it so passionately that Jack was made to wonder what made him think so. Of course, Jack knew their bad reputation, and he guessed that it was sort of deserved, but this blacksmith spoke of them as if they were the Devil's spawn.
"We may be thieves and slackers, Will, but why would you think we were all so damned to Hell?" Jack asked softly. Will looked away and stared out into the windows.
"I don't speak of it..." he snapped. "Not even to Patricia. His father may have known but Patricia never will..."
"This may be news to you, man, but I'm not Patricia. The resemblance is uncanny though, I know," Jack said so nonchalantly that Will almost thought he was serious.
"I mean, if I don't even tell HER, there's very little chance I'll tell YOU."
"Oh... well, don't be petty now, Will. I'd like to know why you hate me so much without even knowing me."
"I've lived on this boat with you for more a week now, Jack. I know you and still would throw you overboard, given the chance," Will replied, scathingly.
"Ouch. That was a blow to the heart, mate, but don't change the subject."
"I told you! I don't speak of it."
"If you tell me, I'll let you go." Will stood silent for a moment.
"I don't think it's worth it." Jack just shrugged. "And how do I know you'd pull through you with your promise?"
"You don't. You make that decision and it seems you've already made it so there's really no use in me trying to talk you out of that..."
"Do you know of the Black Pearl?" Will interrupted and that shut Jack up at once.
"A rumour or some... Why do you ask?"
"It's a pirate ship."
"Well spotted, lad. What other obvious points would you like to tell me?" Jack smirked.
"It took the ship I was aboard on the crossing from England..."
"It's a pirate ship. It takes other ships for a sport, William."
"Do the crews of such ships also imprison and beat the children aboard?" Once again, Jack was quiet.
"So that's it, is it?" Jack said softly. "They took your ship almost a decade ago and they beat you..."
"A week in the hands of scoundrels that don't deserve to live, Jack. Pirates, just like you," Will hissed. "A week of hell until they realized I was nothing but baggage to them so with the next ship they attacked, I was thrown into its flotsam and jetsam. By mere fortune, Elizabeth's ship passed and I was saved."
"And you tell me this why?"
"Because you said pirates are just thieves and slackers... They're also murderers and torturers, Sparrow, and no matter what I will never forgive them and you said it yourself. My father was a good man so he would NEVER mix with such company," Will replied. Jack just sat on his spot, thinking.
"We're not all like that," Jack defended himself.
"That does not change what those men were, though," he retorted.
"Will, your father was a pirate..."
"LIAR!"
"You can or can't accept that. It won't change the fact that it's true... And he was... He sailed under the flag of the Black Pearl as did Patricia's father..."
"That is where you cross the line! Patricia's father was a good man! He took me in when no one else would!"
"Your father and hers were friends, y'know that? Both of them were pirates, but as respectable as they could be," Jack continued ignoring Will.
"Do you mean to tell me that my own father beat me for the sheer pleasure of it?" Will yelled.
"No..." Jack denied. "He USED to bear under the Black Pearl but hasn't for ten years..."
"What do you mean?" Will's eyes narrowed in suspicion at Jack's reluctant glance.
"You wouldn't believe me..."
"No, I mostly likely wouldn't but I still want to hear this story..."
"Fine..." Jack sighed. With that he started on the story about the lost treasure of Cortez, his mutineering crew, Barbossa, and the curse placed on them by their greed.
"You talk of curses and zombies and I really don't believe you but what does this have to do with my father?" Will asked.
"Of the men aboard my ship, two men remained faithful to me," Jack replied. "That would you father, William Turner Senior, and his best friend, Philip Taylor. The difference between the two was that on a pit stop on the way to Isla de Muerta, Phil came off because he heard news that his daughter was living off the streets. Bootstrap wasn't so lucky."
"Bootstrap?"
"Bootstrap Bill... Swear you look just like him."
"What happened to him?"
"From what I heard.. rumours and such, he was strapped to a cannon ball and blasted to the bottom of the ocean because he thought the crew deserved the curse for betraying me." Jack leaned back in satisfaction. "Like I said... good man."
"He's dead?"
"Probably in pieces but not dead," Jack said casually. "You can't kill what ain't alive, Will. That's what happened to the Black Pearl." Will looked at him, slowly beginning to wonder if he was telling the truth. "I think Phil realized who you were the moment he saw you. Bill was his best mate. He owed it to him to take care of his child as if it was his own."
"So they were both pirates, huh?" Will whispered, in disbelief, falling into his bed. "Both of them... Figures where Patricia gets all the feisty blood..."
"Oooo... Feisty... I like feisty," Jack grinned. Will could almost read the dirty thoughts passing through the pirates head and threw a small pillow at him.
"Not about Patricia, you dirty old man."
"I'm not old!"
"But you're mind is as dirty as this place."
"No comment." Silence passed between them only to be broken by Jack once again. "Does Patricia know about any of this?"
"I don't think so... She would have told me."
"Well, are you telling her?" Jack prodded.
"No," he answered after thinking for a moment. "I don't think we should..."
"Good decision, young Turner. Good..." Jack stood up and brushed himself off. "Now I take my leave and I shall lock the door behind me."
"Wait! You told me you'd let me go after I tell you!"
"Yes, I believe I did but you also declined that offer and THEN told me the story so that serves as no deal at all," Jack replied. "Good night, Mr. Turner..." And he left, leaving Will with his eyes looking murderous for being scammed.
AN// hahah... ANSWERS! Yay... okay... Look for a new chapter soon. I've got leisure time full speed ahead. *grin*