I know, I know, I lied. This chapter should've been up days ago but I've been procrastinating. I'm good at that. Lied about another thing, too. Turns out this chapter is torture-free, for the most part. But I HAVE started Chapter 9 and there will definitely be some good abuse in that one.

Thanks to everyone who reviewed and special thanks to the people who gave me ideas. Since I postponed the torture chapter I'm still open to suggestions, so please let me know how much torture you want so I don't offend anyone by going torture-crazy.

Yes, I know the formatting sucks, but hopefully I can get that worked out for the next chapter. Sometimes I really hate the Internet!

That said, on with the show!

CHAPTER 8 – WILL'S TURN

Captain Richard Lange held true to his word. He would stop at nothing to get the information he wanted. The next day the captain wasted no time in rousing his hung over men, who grudgingly followed him to the dungeons. There they found the guards slumped down in their chairs, rum bottles strewn at their feet. Lange kicked them awake before flinging the door open.

The dim light from the torches in the hall cast an eerie glow across the room and shown on Jack like a spotlight. Lange found him with his back against the wall, his eyes squeezed tightly shut to fight the pain coursing through his body. An evil grin spread across the captain's face as he thought about all the fun he would soon be having with this man. "So nice to see you again, lad. All rested?"

It had been about a week now since Jack had last seen the Pearl, and in that time he hadn't gotten more than a few hours of sleep. On top of that, he had been awake for two straight days before he was even kidnapped. Jack Sparrow was anything but rested. Between the pain and exhaustion he was barely even conscious. "Slept like a baby. I must say, you have the most comfortable cell floor I've ever had the pleasure of sleeping on." Jack's spirits didn't break as easily as his ribs.

"Well, I'm certainly glad you're energized, Jackie, 'cause today we're gonna have some fun."

"Oh, but yesterday was so much fun, I think I'm all 'funned' out. Come back tomorrow and maybe we can play cards."

"I'd love to, Sparrow, but I don't think you'll be up to a card game tomorrow." He turned to his crew. "You know what to do." Two burly men grabbed Jack roughly by the arms and dragged him towards the door. He gritted his teeth and swallowed the scream that threatened to betray his agony. He had spent all night doing this and had gotten quite good at suppressing his voice. 'At least for now,' he thought bitterly to himself, knowing that far worse was yet to come, Lange being the crazy bastard that he was.

Will, who had been scrunched up in the darkest corner watching the scene play out before him, jumped up when the men started to drag Jack away. "Where are you taking him?!"

Lange turned to Will and stared at him with a mix of mild surprise and amusement. "I'd nearly forgotten you were there, boy! Thank you for reminding me. I might've left the door unlocked and let you escape. Or worse yet, you might've made some gallant attempt to rescue your friend and would've interfered with the interrogation. My, it certainly is a good thing you alerted us to your presence." He chuckled at Will's expression as he realized his mistake.

Lange turned to leave the cell, but stopped at the door. "On second thought, let's bring young Mr. Turner with us. I wouldn't mind having a little…chat with him."

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Will was led behind Jack up and down numerous corridors. They hadn't been blindfolded this time, but had made so many turns, Will was sure he'd be lost down there forever if his guards abandoned him. Jack stumbled and tripped from time to time but determinately managed most of the journey on his own two feet. When he did fall, though, his guards were more than happy to drag him along roughly until he could regain his footing.

Eventually, Lange stopped the procession. "Leave the kid here. Chain 'im to the wall then leave us. Send for me when Sparrow's ready, but don't touch 'im till I get there."

When his men had carried out the orders and Will was once again chained to a wall, Lange stared at him. "How long have you known Sparrow?" Will stared back at him but refused to answer. "Oh, come now, boy! Learn to pick your battles. If you're going to be difficult, at least save your strength for a good question."

Although he didn't want to admit it, Will knew this was good advice. "One year," he answered reluctantly.

Lange looked him up and down. "You certainly don't seem like the pirate type."

"That's probably because I'm not a pirate. I'm a blacksmith."

"Oh! Look at you! Now you're offering up information I hadn't even asked for! I knew you'd warm up to me."

Will scowled but wisely kept his mouth shut.

"A blacksmith, huh? A bit odd, isn't it," Lange continued, "that a man like Jack Sparrow would befriend a blacksmith?"

"What do you know about Jack Sparrow?! He's a good man!"

"Good men don't steal other men's diamonds. But you are right about one thing. I don't know anything about Jack Sparrow. Nor do I care to," he added as Will opened his mouth to inform him of Jack's many virtues. "I don't give a damn what kind of man he is or what else he's done as long as he gives me back my Crystallis. All I know is that he is, as he said himself, the 'one and only' captain of the Black Pearl and that's all I need to know."

"Then you don't know about the mutiny! Jack lost the Black Pearl for 10 years to Captain Barbossa and his crew of undead pirates. I helped him get it back only a year ago when Barbossa kidnapped the woman I love. So obviously, Jack couldn't have taken that diamond four years ago because he wasn't captain of the Black Pearl then!" As the summarized tale came pouring out, Lange stared at the young man incredulously.

"You mean to tell me," Lange started slowly, "that the great Captain Jack Sparrow lost his ship to undead pirates who kidnapped your girlfriend. Then you helped him rescue the girl and reclaim the ship. Is that correct?"

"Well, actually they weren't undead when they mutinied. And she wasn't my girlfriend at the time."

Lange continued to stare blankly at him.

"Well, when you put it that way it doesn't sound very impressive, but it was quite the adventure."

"Oh, I'm sure it was." Lange rubbed his eyes with the heels of his hands and held his head for a moment before looking back at Will. "That was quite the story, boy, and if I had a bit of rum in me I just might believe it. Unfortunately for you, I'm not that stupid." Will was about to insist when the door swung open.

The two burly men who had dragged Jack along walked in. "Sparrow's set, sir."

"Good, good. Stay here and see what you can squeeze out of the kid. He's been quite amusing, but not very useful so far." Lange walked to the door chuckling. "Undead pirates…HA!"

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When Lange had left, the men both grinned at Will. In the light streaming down from a small window at the top of the cell, he could see that they were identical. Both were tall with bulging muscles and no hair. Neither looked particularly friendly.

Let's get down to business," said one of the twins. "We want that diamond as much as the Captain, 'cause a share of that's ours. So you're gonna give it to us, boy."

"I can't! I've already told you, I don't-" Will doubled over as best he could while being chained to a wall when the second twin punched him in the gut.

"Now ya wanna tell us?"

"How can I, I don't kn-" A fist connected with his jaw and his mouth filled with blood.

The question was asked four more times, and the answer was the same four more times, as was the painful response.

"Give us the diamond, you bloody fool!"

"I TOLD YOU, I DON'T HAVE-" On the fifth time, Will was cut off, not by a painful blow, but from a bloodcurdling scream.