A/N: Oh My Gosh, I am SO sorry I haven't written in so long! TOO MUCH TO DO! I will try and get ch. 4 up sometime next week as I have had it written forever! Once again, sorry!
Chapter Three
The brig was cold and dark. Water leaked onto the floor and the windows were boarded up so tightly, no light could get through. Will was thrown down into a tiny cell with his hands and feet cruelly bound with rope. He was blindfolded and gagged. He could barely move and inch, nor could he yell for help, though even if he could it would not have done him much good. Every man on the ship was under the command of the good commodore and likely loyal to him.
He strained against the ropes with all his might, but only succeeded in slicing the skin on his wrists with on the harsh ropes. By scraping the side of his head along the wall, he managed to remove the blindfold, though this did not improve his situation much. The dark around him was just as bad as the blindfold had been.
What seemed like hours later, a sudden beam of light pierced the dark like a knife. The door at the top of the long stairs had been opened. Will squinted against the bright light and watched as two dark figures descended the stairs. It was Norrington and one of his guards.
"So, Mr. Turner, I do hope that you have found your quarters to be satisfactory." Will knew he was taunting him, daring him to do anything that could be defined as retaliation. Will did nothing.
"Well then, I suppose you are curious about our progress?" Once again, Will remained motionless. "You will be pleased to know that we will be reaching our destination within the next four hours, and after a short stop, my crew and I will continue on our way to Tortuga. You, unfortunately, will be unable to accompany us there."
It was now that Will attempted to speak through the thick wads of cloth. "Mghm!"
But before he could get any further sounds out, Norrington's guard had opened the door to the cell and kicked Will hard in his stomach. Will groaned and curled up into a fetal position.
"Oh, and Will?" Norrington called over his shoulder casually as he turned to walk away. "Thank you for the location of Tortuga. You have been most helpful. "And with a short laugh and the slam of the door, Will was alone again with an aching side.
* * * * *
Elizabeth returned home early, and feeling ill, went to bed. There while she slept, she endured nightmare after nightmare, each one a thousand times worse than the first. In the last dream she had before she awoke, she saw Will lying bound on the floor in a dark place, gagged and blindfolded. She kept trying to get to him, but her feet seemed almost glued to the floor, and when she called to him, her voice seemed stuck down in her throat.
She awoke with a jolt, bolting upright in bed. She got up and made herself some tea. She kept telling herself how ridiculous she was being, that Will was fine and would be back in three days time. But she could not shake the feeling.
* * * * *
Four soldiers came down approximately three and a half hours later to escort him up to the deck.
"Get up, you!" One of the guards ordered, prodding Will with the butt of his gun.
How Will would have loved to point out that with his hands and feet bound he could hardly get up by himself, but the gag got in his way again.
He watched as one of the guards knelt down and cut the bonds around his ankles and then yanked him to his feet. And with two guards behind him and one on each side, they marched him up to the deck where the entire crew it seemed was waiting for his arrival. Commodore Norrington stood in front of him.
"Remove his gag!" he ordered one of the soldiers.
"Norrington!" Will spat the name. "What is going on?"
Norrington sighed heavily and clasped his hands behind his back. "You still don't know, do you?"
The crew behind him laughed menacingly.
"You see, Will, Elizabeth was supposed to marry me. She should have married me. That was the plan. But she fell in love with you, a no-good blacksmith." He pointed off into the distance where a small island could be seen approaching. Will recognized it immediately as the island that Barbossa had marooned Jack and Elizabeth on. "This," the commodore continued, spreading his hands, "is the exact spot where Elizabeth agreed to marry me if I saved you." The fake smile that had been gracing Norrington's face was now gone.
"Thais is where the problem began. It is only right that it ends here as well!" He turned to the crew. "Man your boats!" he screamed. "We are going ashore!"