Change of Wind
By Gozilla
Hi there! I am extremely sorry for taking so long to update. I was dead busy with the exams. SORRY!! Here comes a longer chapter to compensate for the long wait! -
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 6 - Execution
Inside the prison of Port Royale
Once again, Will found himself chained to the wall of the dark cell of the prison. Things can't get worse than this... he thought as he ran through the whole incident in his mind. His train of thoughts was broken when he heard footsteps approaching his cell.
Will saw Hurst stood in front of the cell, his face filled with anger. Corner was behind him, avoiding any eye contact with the blacksmith.
"Open the door, stupid!" Hurst snapped at the guards standing near Will's cell. The guards immediately opened the door and stepped aside.
"Get out!" Hurst shouted at guards, "And do not return until I command you, even if you heard of any 'noise'!"
Will had a very bad feeling about the word 'noise".
The guards gave Will a look of sympathy before they left the prison.
"Well, well, well, Mr. Will Turner." Hurst said, an evil smile on his face, "Look what you have done to my wedding today?" Suddenly, he slapped Will's face violently, "I have never been so humiliated in my whole life." grinding his teeth in ultra anger.
"Why don't you just die peacefully in the sea and never return, you lowly dirty blacksmith?" Hurst grabbed a handful of Will's hair and yanked his head against the rough wall, "Now, I will make you regret so much for returning to the port against my order and for embarrassing a top government official like me!"
"I will never regret returning to the port." Will said, determination shone in his eyes, "Elizabeth is my wife and I will save her no matter the costs."
"She will not be your wife very soon." Hurst took out a barred whip, "And you will pay the ultimate price for your stupidity! You will soon pray for death to come upon you!"
The next two days were the worst days in Will's life. Hurst came almost every few hours to torture him. Endless whipping, beating, kicking rained upon the blacksmith. But he refused to cry out in pain. This further angered the deputy commodore and more tortured followed. Hurst would only stop when he was tired.
Will hang limply against the chain attached to the wall, his body bloodied and broken. He drifted back and forth from consciousness due to the injuries and massive blood loss. However, his pride refused to give in to the cruel treatments. He held on to the seemingly impossible hope and not giving up to death.
It was not easy for Elizabeth either. She tried several times to escape but all failed. On the next day, she even attempted to kill herself but the guards stopped her. She was then being tied up to the bed in order to stop her from harming herself.
Two days later, square of Port Royale
Hurst sat in a chair with a triumphant smile on his face. Beside him, Elizabeth sat on another chair, tightly tied to the chair and a cloth tying around her mouth, preventing her to make any noise.
"Bring in Will Turner." Commander Corner shouted. His eyes filled with guilt as a bloodied and broken body of the blacksmith was brought to the platform by two guards.
Will was so badly beaten that he could not even walk by himself. He was half-conscious and supported by the two guards to stand. The guards and the crowd winced as they saw the extent of injuries the blacksmith had received. They all felt pity for Will, but no one dare to say a word, fearing the same fate to fall on their own head.
Elizabeth's body shook violently as she saw Will. Sadness and anger filled her eyes.
After the routine procedure, the guards put the noose around Will's neck and left. Will used all his strength to stand without falling. With much effort, he looked up and met the sad eyes of his wife. With his split and bloodied lips, he mouthed the silent words to Elizabeth.
I am sorry.
The drum stopped, the hangman pulled down the handle and the trap door fell opened.
The fall did not break Will's neck. Will felt the noose deadly tightened and he could no longer draw air to his lungs. He struggled to stay conscious but he knew he was losing the battle. It was not long before darkness overwhelmed him.
The sound of a gunshot echoed across the square. The rope hanging the blacksmith snapped. Will fell limply to the ground, unmoving.
Everyone was shocked at the sudden change of situation. All of them, including Hurst, turned and looked at the source of the gunshot.
It was Jack, holding his faithful pistol, which was still smoking.
"Guards!" Hurst yelled angrily, "Kill the pirate!"
The guards raised their guns and aimed at the pirate captain.
"Hold it!" came an authoritative voice. Commodore Norrington walked out from Jack's back and stood in front of the pirate captain, as if protecting him, "Nobody moves."
"Com... Commodore Norrington," Hurst said, panicked. Ignoring the struggling Elizabeth beside him, he rushed towards Norrington, almost stumbled by the chair, "Wel... welcome back to Port Royale. I... I thought you were after some pirates and would not be back in a few weeks."
Meanwhile, Jack rushed towards knelt beside the limp body of Will, fearing for the worst. Will's eyes were tightly shut, his body completely still.
Frantically, Jack pulled loose of the deadly noose and put his fingers on Will's neck. He felt like it was a century before he felt a very faint and slow pulse. He turned and checked for Will's breathing. To his horror, he found the blacksmith had stopped breathing.
"Stupid kid, breathe!" Jack shouted, massaging Will's chest anxiously.
"I would like a detailed explanation on this, deputy Hurst." Norrington demanded, anger written on his face.
Knowing well that Norrington was the most powerful and respected commodore in the Caribbean area, Hurst lowered his head and replied humbly, "Of... of course, commodore. We were about to hang this pirate who tried to assassinate me twice in a week." he said as he turned to Elizabeth, who was struggling, "His wife, on the other hand, agreed to forsake her marriage to the pirate and marry me."
"Is that so?" Norrington frowned, "Are you sure the lady wishes to marry you voluntarily?"
"Of... of course, commodore." Hurst looked up, confused at the commodore's obvious concern over the blacksmith's wife.
"Elizabeth!" Governor Swann had finally arrived the square, out of breath. Ignoring the confused look of Hurst, he rushed towards his daughter, "Elizabeth! What have they done to you?" he said as he untied the bind on Elizabeth's hands and mouth.
"How... do the governor knew this lady?" Hurst asked hesitantly, completely confused, "But she is just the wife of a lowly blacksmith..."
"She is not just the wife of a lowly blacksmith." Norrington said, anger filled his voice, "She is the only daughter of Governor, a good friend of mine and the wife of my lowly blacksmith friend."
Hurst turned and looked at Norrington's angry eyes with his own fearful eyes.
Once the cloth around her mouth and the bind on her hands were removed, Elizabeth wrapped her arms tightly around Governor Swann, "Father! Thank goodness that you have returned!" tears walled up in her eyes.
Governor Swann hugged his daughter tightly, "Oh, Elizabeth! My heart hurts so much to see you being treated so harshly. What happened?"
Elizabeth released her father, "I will tell you later, father!" she said as she rushed towards the limp body of her husband.
Jack spat every single curse he knew in annoyance as he tried to help Will to regain his breathing. He would not last long if he does not breathe again soon. as he put more pressure to massage Will's still chest.
"Will!" Elizabeth ran and knelt beside her husband, "Jack! How is he?"
"His heart is still beating, thought only barely." Jack said, frustrated, "But he is not damn breathing!"
"Will!" Elizabeth called desperately, shaking her husband. Her heart twisted in pain as she saw Will's deadly pale face, "Will, please, breathe!" tears started to fall from her eyes.
But there was no response.
"Will, please, breathe." Elizabeth pleaded, ""Please breathe for me." She bent down and started forcing air into Will's mouth in a mouth-to-mouth.
Finally, after about the tenth time she tried, Jack and the others had given up hope.
"Elizabeth..." Governor Swann approached and put a hand on his daughter's shoulder, "He is gone..."
"No, he is not!" Elizabeth insisted. She kept trying, refusing to accept the death of her husband, "Will, please, don't leave me."
To everyone's shock, Will let out a weak cough and started slowly drawing air to his lungs with difficulty.
"Will!" Elizabeth shouted in happiness. She massaged Will's chest to help him to breathe. "That's right, Will. Keep breathing. I am here. Everything will be fine. Please come back." she said, tears of joy fell from her eyes.
Though Will remained unconscious, everyone, except Hurst, sighed in relief.
"Now, deputy Hurst." Norrington turned to face Hurst, "Please explain."
"I... I... um..." Hurst hesitated, he had never imagined an insignificant blacksmith and his wife would have such a close relationship with the commodore and the governor. "He... he tried to assassinate me! I have the sword and the witness for that. Right, Corner?"
Norrington looked at the commander, who lowered his head and avoid the commodore's eyes. "Where is the sword you said Will used for the assassination?" he asked.
"Here... here." Hurst took the sword from his belt.
"How interesting," Norrington took the sword, "you actually take possession on the sword used in an attempted assassination."
"I... I thought it is a beautiful sword and it would be a waste to just throw it away." Hurst argued.
"He is lying!" Elizabeth snapped, "He sent his commander to our house and asked for the making of the sword. He framed Will for the assassination!"
"That's not true!" Hurst shouted, "Commodore, I did not make such request."
Norrington said nothing. Instead, he looked at the handle and inspected it. With his great love on swords, he knew a lot about the tradition of the making of swords.
"Deputy, I doubt very much if an assassin would actually make a sword and craft his victim's name on the sword as an honour to the person." he raised an eye- brow as he found Hurst's name crafted elegantly on the handle of the sword. He recognised the work was one of Will's.
"I..." Hurst panicked. He had never heard of such tradition nor did he notice his name was on the sword, "Corner... Corner can prove that I did not make such request!"
Norrington turned to look at Corner, "Would you like to say something?"
Corner lowered his head, guilt overwhelmed him. His heart tore between the loyalty, or fear, to his superior and the need for justice. There were a few moments of silence before he finally made up his mind, "Deputy commodore sent me to Mr. Turner's home and requested the making of the sword."
"What?" Hurst yelled, his body shaking violently, "You... you traitor! Don't listen to him! He is lying! Corner! I am going to punish you for this! You will not get away from this!"
"I am afraid that you don't have the authority to punish anyone any more." Norrington said calmly, "Deputy Hurst, you are now being arrested for false accusation and attempted murder of an innocent citizen. Guards! Take him away!"
The crowd and the guards cheered with excitement.
"No, no, no, please, commodore, please listen to me." Hurst pleaded as he was taken by the guards, "You should trust me instead of those lowly people! You can't do this to me! I am a deputy commodore..."
"Not any more." Norrington said coldly, "I only trust the evidence presented to me."
End of Chapter 6
Please feel free to review and comment
By Gozilla
Hi there! I am extremely sorry for taking so long to update. I was dead busy with the exams. SORRY!! Here comes a longer chapter to compensate for the long wait! -
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 6 - Execution
Inside the prison of Port Royale
Once again, Will found himself chained to the wall of the dark cell of the prison. Things can't get worse than this... he thought as he ran through the whole incident in his mind. His train of thoughts was broken when he heard footsteps approaching his cell.
Will saw Hurst stood in front of the cell, his face filled with anger. Corner was behind him, avoiding any eye contact with the blacksmith.
"Open the door, stupid!" Hurst snapped at the guards standing near Will's cell. The guards immediately opened the door and stepped aside.
"Get out!" Hurst shouted at guards, "And do not return until I command you, even if you heard of any 'noise'!"
Will had a very bad feeling about the word 'noise".
The guards gave Will a look of sympathy before they left the prison.
"Well, well, well, Mr. Will Turner." Hurst said, an evil smile on his face, "Look what you have done to my wedding today?" Suddenly, he slapped Will's face violently, "I have never been so humiliated in my whole life." grinding his teeth in ultra anger.
"Why don't you just die peacefully in the sea and never return, you lowly dirty blacksmith?" Hurst grabbed a handful of Will's hair and yanked his head against the rough wall, "Now, I will make you regret so much for returning to the port against my order and for embarrassing a top government official like me!"
"I will never regret returning to the port." Will said, determination shone in his eyes, "Elizabeth is my wife and I will save her no matter the costs."
"She will not be your wife very soon." Hurst took out a barred whip, "And you will pay the ultimate price for your stupidity! You will soon pray for death to come upon you!"
The next two days were the worst days in Will's life. Hurst came almost every few hours to torture him. Endless whipping, beating, kicking rained upon the blacksmith. But he refused to cry out in pain. This further angered the deputy commodore and more tortured followed. Hurst would only stop when he was tired.
Will hang limply against the chain attached to the wall, his body bloodied and broken. He drifted back and forth from consciousness due to the injuries and massive blood loss. However, his pride refused to give in to the cruel treatments. He held on to the seemingly impossible hope and not giving up to death.
It was not easy for Elizabeth either. She tried several times to escape but all failed. On the next day, she even attempted to kill herself but the guards stopped her. She was then being tied up to the bed in order to stop her from harming herself.
Two days later, square of Port Royale
Hurst sat in a chair with a triumphant smile on his face. Beside him, Elizabeth sat on another chair, tightly tied to the chair and a cloth tying around her mouth, preventing her to make any noise.
"Bring in Will Turner." Commander Corner shouted. His eyes filled with guilt as a bloodied and broken body of the blacksmith was brought to the platform by two guards.
Will was so badly beaten that he could not even walk by himself. He was half-conscious and supported by the two guards to stand. The guards and the crowd winced as they saw the extent of injuries the blacksmith had received. They all felt pity for Will, but no one dare to say a word, fearing the same fate to fall on their own head.
Elizabeth's body shook violently as she saw Will. Sadness and anger filled her eyes.
After the routine procedure, the guards put the noose around Will's neck and left. Will used all his strength to stand without falling. With much effort, he looked up and met the sad eyes of his wife. With his split and bloodied lips, he mouthed the silent words to Elizabeth.
I am sorry.
The drum stopped, the hangman pulled down the handle and the trap door fell opened.
The fall did not break Will's neck. Will felt the noose deadly tightened and he could no longer draw air to his lungs. He struggled to stay conscious but he knew he was losing the battle. It was not long before darkness overwhelmed him.
The sound of a gunshot echoed across the square. The rope hanging the blacksmith snapped. Will fell limply to the ground, unmoving.
Everyone was shocked at the sudden change of situation. All of them, including Hurst, turned and looked at the source of the gunshot.
It was Jack, holding his faithful pistol, which was still smoking.
"Guards!" Hurst yelled angrily, "Kill the pirate!"
The guards raised their guns and aimed at the pirate captain.
"Hold it!" came an authoritative voice. Commodore Norrington walked out from Jack's back and stood in front of the pirate captain, as if protecting him, "Nobody moves."
"Com... Commodore Norrington," Hurst said, panicked. Ignoring the struggling Elizabeth beside him, he rushed towards Norrington, almost stumbled by the chair, "Wel... welcome back to Port Royale. I... I thought you were after some pirates and would not be back in a few weeks."
Meanwhile, Jack rushed towards knelt beside the limp body of Will, fearing for the worst. Will's eyes were tightly shut, his body completely still.
Frantically, Jack pulled loose of the deadly noose and put his fingers on Will's neck. He felt like it was a century before he felt a very faint and slow pulse. He turned and checked for Will's breathing. To his horror, he found the blacksmith had stopped breathing.
"Stupid kid, breathe!" Jack shouted, massaging Will's chest anxiously.
"I would like a detailed explanation on this, deputy Hurst." Norrington demanded, anger written on his face.
Knowing well that Norrington was the most powerful and respected commodore in the Caribbean area, Hurst lowered his head and replied humbly, "Of... of course, commodore. We were about to hang this pirate who tried to assassinate me twice in a week." he said as he turned to Elizabeth, who was struggling, "His wife, on the other hand, agreed to forsake her marriage to the pirate and marry me."
"Is that so?" Norrington frowned, "Are you sure the lady wishes to marry you voluntarily?"
"Of... of course, commodore." Hurst looked up, confused at the commodore's obvious concern over the blacksmith's wife.
"Elizabeth!" Governor Swann had finally arrived the square, out of breath. Ignoring the confused look of Hurst, he rushed towards his daughter, "Elizabeth! What have they done to you?" he said as he untied the bind on Elizabeth's hands and mouth.
"How... do the governor knew this lady?" Hurst asked hesitantly, completely confused, "But she is just the wife of a lowly blacksmith..."
"She is not just the wife of a lowly blacksmith." Norrington said, anger filled his voice, "She is the only daughter of Governor, a good friend of mine and the wife of my lowly blacksmith friend."
Hurst turned and looked at Norrington's angry eyes with his own fearful eyes.
Once the cloth around her mouth and the bind on her hands were removed, Elizabeth wrapped her arms tightly around Governor Swann, "Father! Thank goodness that you have returned!" tears walled up in her eyes.
Governor Swann hugged his daughter tightly, "Oh, Elizabeth! My heart hurts so much to see you being treated so harshly. What happened?"
Elizabeth released her father, "I will tell you later, father!" she said as she rushed towards the limp body of her husband.
Jack spat every single curse he knew in annoyance as he tried to help Will to regain his breathing. He would not last long if he does not breathe again soon. as he put more pressure to massage Will's still chest.
"Will!" Elizabeth ran and knelt beside her husband, "Jack! How is he?"
"His heart is still beating, thought only barely." Jack said, frustrated, "But he is not damn breathing!"
"Will!" Elizabeth called desperately, shaking her husband. Her heart twisted in pain as she saw Will's deadly pale face, "Will, please, breathe!" tears started to fall from her eyes.
But there was no response.
"Will, please, breathe." Elizabeth pleaded, ""Please breathe for me." She bent down and started forcing air into Will's mouth in a mouth-to-mouth.
Finally, after about the tenth time she tried, Jack and the others had given up hope.
"Elizabeth..." Governor Swann approached and put a hand on his daughter's shoulder, "He is gone..."
"No, he is not!" Elizabeth insisted. She kept trying, refusing to accept the death of her husband, "Will, please, don't leave me."
To everyone's shock, Will let out a weak cough and started slowly drawing air to his lungs with difficulty.
"Will!" Elizabeth shouted in happiness. She massaged Will's chest to help him to breathe. "That's right, Will. Keep breathing. I am here. Everything will be fine. Please come back." she said, tears of joy fell from her eyes.
Though Will remained unconscious, everyone, except Hurst, sighed in relief.
"Now, deputy Hurst." Norrington turned to face Hurst, "Please explain."
"I... I... um..." Hurst hesitated, he had never imagined an insignificant blacksmith and his wife would have such a close relationship with the commodore and the governor. "He... he tried to assassinate me! I have the sword and the witness for that. Right, Corner?"
Norrington looked at the commander, who lowered his head and avoid the commodore's eyes. "Where is the sword you said Will used for the assassination?" he asked.
"Here... here." Hurst took the sword from his belt.
"How interesting," Norrington took the sword, "you actually take possession on the sword used in an attempted assassination."
"I... I thought it is a beautiful sword and it would be a waste to just throw it away." Hurst argued.
"He is lying!" Elizabeth snapped, "He sent his commander to our house and asked for the making of the sword. He framed Will for the assassination!"
"That's not true!" Hurst shouted, "Commodore, I did not make such request."
Norrington said nothing. Instead, he looked at the handle and inspected it. With his great love on swords, he knew a lot about the tradition of the making of swords.
"Deputy, I doubt very much if an assassin would actually make a sword and craft his victim's name on the sword as an honour to the person." he raised an eye- brow as he found Hurst's name crafted elegantly on the handle of the sword. He recognised the work was one of Will's.
"I..." Hurst panicked. He had never heard of such tradition nor did he notice his name was on the sword, "Corner... Corner can prove that I did not make such request!"
Norrington turned to look at Corner, "Would you like to say something?"
Corner lowered his head, guilt overwhelmed him. His heart tore between the loyalty, or fear, to his superior and the need for justice. There were a few moments of silence before he finally made up his mind, "Deputy commodore sent me to Mr. Turner's home and requested the making of the sword."
"What?" Hurst yelled, his body shaking violently, "You... you traitor! Don't listen to him! He is lying! Corner! I am going to punish you for this! You will not get away from this!"
"I am afraid that you don't have the authority to punish anyone any more." Norrington said calmly, "Deputy Hurst, you are now being arrested for false accusation and attempted murder of an innocent citizen. Guards! Take him away!"
The crowd and the guards cheered with excitement.
"No, no, no, please, commodore, please listen to me." Hurst pleaded as he was taken by the guards, "You should trust me instead of those lowly people! You can't do this to me! I am a deputy commodore..."
"Not any more." Norrington said coldly, "I only trust the evidence presented to me."
End of Chapter 6
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