Change of Wind
By Gozilla
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Thank you so much for all of you who left me very encouraging reviews! ^-^ Here comes the second chapter. Hope you will like it!
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Disclaimer: I don't own anything and I don't have anything. So don't sue me!
Please excuse my poor English. ^-^
Reviews are most welcomed!!
Enjoy!!
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Chapter 2 – A Cruel Twist of Fate
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~Two days later~
Will returned home after a day's work.
Elizabeth greeted him happily, "Welcome back, Will. Guess what? There was a messenger from the deputy Commodore Hurst requesting you to make a sword for him. He wanted you to deliver it to the mansion by next Wednesday."
"Really?" Will said, amused, "I heard that he has just arrived to the port two days ago. I wonder how he got my name."
Elizabeth wrapped her arms around Will's neck, "Perhaps your reputation of making good swords has spread beyond this port."
Will smiled, "I am not certain about this. But I will need to work overtime to make the sword if I have to deliver it on time."
Elizabeth released her husband from her arms, "Then I shall bring dinner to your workshop for you. But now, let's have dinner. You must be starving."
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~The next Wednesday~
After a week of hard and tiring work, Will had finished the last touch of the new sword. He held the sword and took a closer look at it. It was one of the best swords he had ever made. He felt proud of it.
He checked the handle of the sword. As a tradition of sword making, though no known to most of the people, he crafted the name of the deputy in a hidden corner of the handle, as an honour to the first owner of the sword.
With a clean move, he wrapped the sword in a cloth. He packed the sword in a box and headed towards the Commodore mansion.
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~The Commodore mansion~
Will waited patiently in the entrance hall of the mansion. A servant had been gone to inform the deputy Commodore Hurst and he was asked to wait in the hall.
After breaking one of the lamps in the Governor's mansion in his last visit, Will learnt not to touch anything.
He waited for about half an hour but still no one came to him. He was starting to wonder if the deputy would ever come when a man dressed in the commodore uniform, along with a commander, went down the stairs.
"Deputy Commodore Hurst?" Will asked, bowing to the two men standing in front of him, "I am Will Turner. I received your order last week. I am here to deliver your sword to you."
"Commodore Hurst." Hurst said arrogantly, "Show me the sword."
Will opened the box and unwrapped the sword. Hurst and Corner inhaled deeply as they saw the brilliantly made sword.
Will took the sword out of the box and handed it to Hurst in a half bow.
"Very good." Hurst said, a cunning smile spread on his face. Suddenly, he shouted, "Guards! Guards!"
Will watched in confusion as a dozen guards rushed into the hall, all armed with guns.
"Arrest this man!" Hurst shouted, "He tried to assassin me, the Commodore of Port Royale!"
Will was totally dumbfounded, no knowing what to say or do. He just stood there with the sword in his hands, staring at Hurst.
"Sir, are you sure?" the captain of the guards asked, knowing the blacksmith since Will was small, "Mr. Turner is a blacksmith and he has always been a good citizen of the port. I am sure it is just some misunderstanding."
"How dare you question your Commodore!" Hurst yelled angrily, "I can sentence you to death simply with that! Can't you see the sword he is holding? He is trying to assassinate me! Arrest him or you will be the one being arrested for attempted mutilation!"
Hesitantly, the guards took the sword from Will's hands and held him tightly.
"What is going on?" Will finally managed to say, "You are the one who asked me to make the sword! I have not a single intention to do anything illegal! You have no rights to arrest me!" as he struggled against the hands holding him.
"What evidence do you have to prove that I made such a request?" Hurst asked coldly, taking the sword from the guard, "On the other hand, this sword you brought here is the very evidence of your attempt to assassinate a Commodore."
"I did not do anything!" Will shouted, exploded with rage, "You framed me up!" as he shook off the guards violently and charged towards Hurst.
Hurst held his sword and charged, aiming at Will's heart.
With lightening reflection, Will blocked the sword with his left arm in the very last second, preventing certain death under his own sword. He winced and backed away, his right hand holding the heavily bleeding left arm.
Hurst looked at the blood-covered sword-tip with satisfaction and turned to the guards, "Now you saw how he assaulted your Commodore. Arrest him or you will all be charged with attempted mutilation!"
The guards knew that there was something wrong with the situation, but the fear of such deadly accusation overcame their doubts. They rushed and held Will to the ground, who struggled violently beneath them.
"Beat him!" Hurst shouted excitedly, "There is no need to show mercy to an assassin! Beat him!"
With such order, the guards started to beat Will with their guns and kick him. Will felt as if he was being showered by punches and kicks. All he could do was to curl into a tight ball on the ground and bit hard on his lips to stop himself from screaming in pain.
Will did not know how long the beating had lasted. Gradually the beating stopped, leaving him curled up on the ground shivering, his shirt and jacket covered with the blood pouring from the wound on his left arm.
Hurst approached the badly beaten body, a cruel smile on his face. "This is the consequence of attempting to assassinate a government official." he said as he kicked heavily on the back of Will's head, immediately sending the blacksmith into unconsciousness.
"Take him to the prison and chain him to the wall." Hurst ordered, with an evil smile on his face, "And bring me his wife."
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Will slowly came back to consciousness. The first thing he knew was pain radiating from every single part of his body. But the worst came from the arms.
He opened his eyes before closing them tightly as intensive pain from the back of his head almost sent him back to the world of unconsciousness.
Fighting back the pain, he opened his eyes again and scanned the surroundings. He found himself in a dark prison cell. Sharp pain from his arms drew his attention.
He looked and saw his arms were secured to two short chains, about half a feet long, attached on the wall. He had been leaning his whole weight on the arms when he was unconscious. Carefully, he stood and released the weight from his protesting arms. He looked down to his feet and found that his ankles were secured by similar chains attached to the wall.
His mind went through the whole incidence again. *Why is the deputy commodore doing this to me? What is the purpose of framing me for such serious crime?* the questions lingered his troubled mind. He felt extremely exhausted and confused.
About 10 minutes later, sound of footfalls echoed in the prison.
"Will!" came a familiar voice.
"Elizabeth?" Will raised his head and saw the visitor, "What are you doing here?"
"Will, are you alright?" Elizabeth said, holding tightly to the prison bars that separating the two. Tears walled up in her eyes as she saw her husband covered with dried blood and bruises, "What have they done to you? Why did they do such horrible thing to you?"
"He attempted to assassinate a commodore." came the cold voice of Hurst.
"I did not do such thing!" Will shouted angrily, "You framed me up!"
"Oh, really?" Hurst smiled evilly, "How are you going to prove that?"
"I can prove it." Elizabeth stepped closer to Hurst, only to be held back by Corner, "You sent a messenger to our house and made the request. I and the messenger are the witnesses!"
"As the wife of the criminal, my lady," Hurst laughed, "your testimony worth nothing. And where is the messenger?"
"The man standing behind me was the messenger!" Elizabeth said, struggling against Corner's strong hold, "He can prove Will's innocence."
"Are you sure, my lady?" Hurst stepped closer to Elizabeth, "Corner, did you send such message to the lady?"
Corner looked away and did not answer.
"See?" Hurst laughed victoriously, "Your 'witness' is worthless too."
Elizabeth was speechless.
"Why are you doing this to us?" Will demanded angrily, "We did nothing wrong to you!"
Hurst took a key and opened the door of the cell. He entered the cell, with a whip in his hand.
Will felt white-hot pain pierced as the whip rained through his upper body.
"Don't you dare speaking to me, a honourable commodore, in that attitude!" Hurst shouted as he whipped the blacksmith with all his strength.
Will bit hard on his lips from crying out in pain. His clothes were torn and long deep wounds all over his body.
"Listen, you filthy low-class blacksmith." Hurst stopped the whipping. He lowered his voice, so that none of the guards outside would hear, "You have something I like. Something you do not deserve."
Will frowned with confusion.
"You do not deserve such a fair lady as your wife." Hurst said as he grabbed a handful of Will's hair forcefully, "And I will take over the lady from now on."
"What?" Elizabeth yelled in ultra anger, "You framed him with such serious crime because you want to steal his wife? I will never give myself to you!"
"I can do whatever I want to do." Hurst said to Elizabeth, "And you would better follow my orders. Otherwise..." as he started whipping Will again.
Will felt as if his live was slipping away with every whipping he received. He was losing the grip to consciousness.
"Stop it!" Elizabeth cried, unable to hold back the tears as she watched Hurst whipping Will mercilessly, "Please, stop it. He will die if you don't stop. Please..."
"I can see that you have got my point." Hurst smiled, "Very good, my lady."
"No..." Will murmured under ragged breath, blood was pouring out from the numerous wounds over his badly beaten body.
Hurst slapped Will on his face before grabbing his hair forcefully, "Now listen, blacksmith. Tomorrow, you shall be exiled from Port Royale for the rest of your life. Unfortunately, you won't be able to attend the wedding ceremony between me and this fair lady in a week's time."
"And you, my lady." Hurst said to the tearful Elizabeth, "Don't try to do anything stupid. Or else this little blacksmith will be dead."
Elizabeth stared at Hurst with utmost hatred.
Hurst turned and shouted for the guards, "Take the lady to one of the guest rooms." He watched as the guards took Elizabeth out of the prison.
"And you, blacksmith." Hurst approached Will, who was barely conscious and heavily bleeding. "In order to avoid any trouble from you..." he took a dagger from his boot and stabbed it deep into Will's abdomen.
Will cried in agony as excruciating pain assaulted his body, but the cry was muffled by Hurst's hand over his mouth.
Hurst pulled the dagger and cleaned it with Will's clothes, "That should keep you from making any trouble." He turned to Corner, who watched the deputy commodore's action in horror, "Dispose him in the middle of the sea." and walked out of the prison.
Will finally lost grip on the last of his consciousness and fell into the embrace of darkness.
Shocked, Corner stood and watched Will's bloodies body, his eyes filled with fear and disbelief.
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End of Chapter 2
Hope you enjoyed the chapter!
Please feel free to comment and review!
Thanks a lot! ^-^
By Gozilla
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Thank you so much for all of you who left me very encouraging reviews! ^-^ Here comes the second chapter. Hope you will like it!
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Disclaimer: I don't own anything and I don't have anything. So don't sue me!
Please excuse my poor English. ^-^
Reviews are most welcomed!!
Enjoy!!
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Chapter 2 – A Cruel Twist of Fate
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
~Two days later~
Will returned home after a day's work.
Elizabeth greeted him happily, "Welcome back, Will. Guess what? There was a messenger from the deputy Commodore Hurst requesting you to make a sword for him. He wanted you to deliver it to the mansion by next Wednesday."
"Really?" Will said, amused, "I heard that he has just arrived to the port two days ago. I wonder how he got my name."
Elizabeth wrapped her arms around Will's neck, "Perhaps your reputation of making good swords has spread beyond this port."
Will smiled, "I am not certain about this. But I will need to work overtime to make the sword if I have to deliver it on time."
Elizabeth released her husband from her arms, "Then I shall bring dinner to your workshop for you. But now, let's have dinner. You must be starving."
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~The next Wednesday~
After a week of hard and tiring work, Will had finished the last touch of the new sword. He held the sword and took a closer look at it. It was one of the best swords he had ever made. He felt proud of it.
He checked the handle of the sword. As a tradition of sword making, though no known to most of the people, he crafted the name of the deputy in a hidden corner of the handle, as an honour to the first owner of the sword.
With a clean move, he wrapped the sword in a cloth. He packed the sword in a box and headed towards the Commodore mansion.
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~The Commodore mansion~
Will waited patiently in the entrance hall of the mansion. A servant had been gone to inform the deputy Commodore Hurst and he was asked to wait in the hall.
After breaking one of the lamps in the Governor's mansion in his last visit, Will learnt not to touch anything.
He waited for about half an hour but still no one came to him. He was starting to wonder if the deputy would ever come when a man dressed in the commodore uniform, along with a commander, went down the stairs.
"Deputy Commodore Hurst?" Will asked, bowing to the two men standing in front of him, "I am Will Turner. I received your order last week. I am here to deliver your sword to you."
"Commodore Hurst." Hurst said arrogantly, "Show me the sword."
Will opened the box and unwrapped the sword. Hurst and Corner inhaled deeply as they saw the brilliantly made sword.
Will took the sword out of the box and handed it to Hurst in a half bow.
"Very good." Hurst said, a cunning smile spread on his face. Suddenly, he shouted, "Guards! Guards!"
Will watched in confusion as a dozen guards rushed into the hall, all armed with guns.
"Arrest this man!" Hurst shouted, "He tried to assassin me, the Commodore of Port Royale!"
Will was totally dumbfounded, no knowing what to say or do. He just stood there with the sword in his hands, staring at Hurst.
"Sir, are you sure?" the captain of the guards asked, knowing the blacksmith since Will was small, "Mr. Turner is a blacksmith and he has always been a good citizen of the port. I am sure it is just some misunderstanding."
"How dare you question your Commodore!" Hurst yelled angrily, "I can sentence you to death simply with that! Can't you see the sword he is holding? He is trying to assassinate me! Arrest him or you will be the one being arrested for attempted mutilation!"
Hesitantly, the guards took the sword from Will's hands and held him tightly.
"What is going on?" Will finally managed to say, "You are the one who asked me to make the sword! I have not a single intention to do anything illegal! You have no rights to arrest me!" as he struggled against the hands holding him.
"What evidence do you have to prove that I made such a request?" Hurst asked coldly, taking the sword from the guard, "On the other hand, this sword you brought here is the very evidence of your attempt to assassinate a Commodore."
"I did not do anything!" Will shouted, exploded with rage, "You framed me up!" as he shook off the guards violently and charged towards Hurst.
Hurst held his sword and charged, aiming at Will's heart.
With lightening reflection, Will blocked the sword with his left arm in the very last second, preventing certain death under his own sword. He winced and backed away, his right hand holding the heavily bleeding left arm.
Hurst looked at the blood-covered sword-tip with satisfaction and turned to the guards, "Now you saw how he assaulted your Commodore. Arrest him or you will all be charged with attempted mutilation!"
The guards knew that there was something wrong with the situation, but the fear of such deadly accusation overcame their doubts. They rushed and held Will to the ground, who struggled violently beneath them.
"Beat him!" Hurst shouted excitedly, "There is no need to show mercy to an assassin! Beat him!"
With such order, the guards started to beat Will with their guns and kick him. Will felt as if he was being showered by punches and kicks. All he could do was to curl into a tight ball on the ground and bit hard on his lips to stop himself from screaming in pain.
Will did not know how long the beating had lasted. Gradually the beating stopped, leaving him curled up on the ground shivering, his shirt and jacket covered with the blood pouring from the wound on his left arm.
Hurst approached the badly beaten body, a cruel smile on his face. "This is the consequence of attempting to assassinate a government official." he said as he kicked heavily on the back of Will's head, immediately sending the blacksmith into unconsciousness.
"Take him to the prison and chain him to the wall." Hurst ordered, with an evil smile on his face, "And bring me his wife."
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Will slowly came back to consciousness. The first thing he knew was pain radiating from every single part of his body. But the worst came from the arms.
He opened his eyes before closing them tightly as intensive pain from the back of his head almost sent him back to the world of unconsciousness.
Fighting back the pain, he opened his eyes again and scanned the surroundings. He found himself in a dark prison cell. Sharp pain from his arms drew his attention.
He looked and saw his arms were secured to two short chains, about half a feet long, attached on the wall. He had been leaning his whole weight on the arms when he was unconscious. Carefully, he stood and released the weight from his protesting arms. He looked down to his feet and found that his ankles were secured by similar chains attached to the wall.
His mind went through the whole incidence again. *Why is the deputy commodore doing this to me? What is the purpose of framing me for such serious crime?* the questions lingered his troubled mind. He felt extremely exhausted and confused.
About 10 minutes later, sound of footfalls echoed in the prison.
"Will!" came a familiar voice.
"Elizabeth?" Will raised his head and saw the visitor, "What are you doing here?"
"Will, are you alright?" Elizabeth said, holding tightly to the prison bars that separating the two. Tears walled up in her eyes as she saw her husband covered with dried blood and bruises, "What have they done to you? Why did they do such horrible thing to you?"
"He attempted to assassinate a commodore." came the cold voice of Hurst.
"I did not do such thing!" Will shouted angrily, "You framed me up!"
"Oh, really?" Hurst smiled evilly, "How are you going to prove that?"
"I can prove it." Elizabeth stepped closer to Hurst, only to be held back by Corner, "You sent a messenger to our house and made the request. I and the messenger are the witnesses!"
"As the wife of the criminal, my lady," Hurst laughed, "your testimony worth nothing. And where is the messenger?"
"The man standing behind me was the messenger!" Elizabeth said, struggling against Corner's strong hold, "He can prove Will's innocence."
"Are you sure, my lady?" Hurst stepped closer to Elizabeth, "Corner, did you send such message to the lady?"
Corner looked away and did not answer.
"See?" Hurst laughed victoriously, "Your 'witness' is worthless too."
Elizabeth was speechless.
"Why are you doing this to us?" Will demanded angrily, "We did nothing wrong to you!"
Hurst took a key and opened the door of the cell. He entered the cell, with a whip in his hand.
Will felt white-hot pain pierced as the whip rained through his upper body.
"Don't you dare speaking to me, a honourable commodore, in that attitude!" Hurst shouted as he whipped the blacksmith with all his strength.
Will bit hard on his lips from crying out in pain. His clothes were torn and long deep wounds all over his body.
"Listen, you filthy low-class blacksmith." Hurst stopped the whipping. He lowered his voice, so that none of the guards outside would hear, "You have something I like. Something you do not deserve."
Will frowned with confusion.
"You do not deserve such a fair lady as your wife." Hurst said as he grabbed a handful of Will's hair forcefully, "And I will take over the lady from now on."
"What?" Elizabeth yelled in ultra anger, "You framed him with such serious crime because you want to steal his wife? I will never give myself to you!"
"I can do whatever I want to do." Hurst said to Elizabeth, "And you would better follow my orders. Otherwise..." as he started whipping Will again.
Will felt as if his live was slipping away with every whipping he received. He was losing the grip to consciousness.
"Stop it!" Elizabeth cried, unable to hold back the tears as she watched Hurst whipping Will mercilessly, "Please, stop it. He will die if you don't stop. Please..."
"I can see that you have got my point." Hurst smiled, "Very good, my lady."
"No..." Will murmured under ragged breath, blood was pouring out from the numerous wounds over his badly beaten body.
Hurst slapped Will on his face before grabbing his hair forcefully, "Now listen, blacksmith. Tomorrow, you shall be exiled from Port Royale for the rest of your life. Unfortunately, you won't be able to attend the wedding ceremony between me and this fair lady in a week's time."
"And you, my lady." Hurst said to the tearful Elizabeth, "Don't try to do anything stupid. Or else this little blacksmith will be dead."
Elizabeth stared at Hurst with utmost hatred.
Hurst turned and shouted for the guards, "Take the lady to one of the guest rooms." He watched as the guards took Elizabeth out of the prison.
"And you, blacksmith." Hurst approached Will, who was barely conscious and heavily bleeding. "In order to avoid any trouble from you..." he took a dagger from his boot and stabbed it deep into Will's abdomen.
Will cried in agony as excruciating pain assaulted his body, but the cry was muffled by Hurst's hand over his mouth.
Hurst pulled the dagger and cleaned it with Will's clothes, "That should keep you from making any trouble." He turned to Corner, who watched the deputy commodore's action in horror, "Dispose him in the middle of the sea." and walked out of the prison.
Will finally lost grip on the last of his consciousness and fell into the embrace of darkness.
Shocked, Corner stood and watched Will's bloodies body, his eyes filled with fear and disbelief.
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End of Chapter 2
Hope you enjoyed the chapter!
Please feel free to comment and review!
Thanks a lot! ^-^