Celwriter: took long to update, but working on my other story. Here's the
next chapter.
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Chapter 7
Wil Turner was finishing up the sword that he had made for Jack. It was steel with intricate gold designs on the handle. The balance was perfect and it was very light. Wil gave it a few practice spins then set it in its case. He was somewhat nervous about the hanging in the morning and had finished the sword to get his mind off it. He was about to start on another project when he heard a knock on the door.
"'ello Wil. Remember me?" Jack said as he stepped inside. With him was a young girl, shivering slightly from nervousness.
"Hi, Wil, you probably don't know me, but I'm Celeste Turner," she said, trying to put on a brave face.
"Turner? Are we related?" Wil asked.
"She's your sister, Mate," Jack said, "She has a strange story, but these IOU's prove it."
"My sister?" Wil asked, "How can that be? My mother died in childbirth before I left England!"
"But the child didn't die, Wil. Why'd you leave when I was still alive?" Cel asked, her anxiety beginning to be replaced with anger towards her brother for leaving her alone in England, "If our father hadn't come the next day, then I would have been set to an orphanage."
"I thought you had died and got scared. I asked the doctor when he came down and he told me that my, our, mother had died. I figured that I could come here to try to find my father," Wil replied, feeling really guilty about the whole thing. He wasn't sure if Cel really was his sister, but her story matched with his. No one else knew that he had left the same day his mother died in childbirth.
"Well, as you can see I'm very much alive. Now I here you have a girl? And why didn't you become a pirate?" Questions burst forth from Cel and Wil was almost overwhelmed with questions for her as well. Before they had a time to talk, however, they heard a knock on the door.
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Chapter 7
Wil Turner was finishing up the sword that he had made for Jack. It was steel with intricate gold designs on the handle. The balance was perfect and it was very light. Wil gave it a few practice spins then set it in its case. He was somewhat nervous about the hanging in the morning and had finished the sword to get his mind off it. He was about to start on another project when he heard a knock on the door.
"'ello Wil. Remember me?" Jack said as he stepped inside. With him was a young girl, shivering slightly from nervousness.
"Hi, Wil, you probably don't know me, but I'm Celeste Turner," she said, trying to put on a brave face.
"Turner? Are we related?" Wil asked.
"She's your sister, Mate," Jack said, "She has a strange story, but these IOU's prove it."
"My sister?" Wil asked, "How can that be? My mother died in childbirth before I left England!"
"But the child didn't die, Wil. Why'd you leave when I was still alive?" Cel asked, her anxiety beginning to be replaced with anger towards her brother for leaving her alone in England, "If our father hadn't come the next day, then I would have been set to an orphanage."
"I thought you had died and got scared. I asked the doctor when he came down and he told me that my, our, mother had died. I figured that I could come here to try to find my father," Wil replied, feeling really guilty about the whole thing. He wasn't sure if Cel really was his sister, but her story matched with his. No one else knew that he had left the same day his mother died in childbirth.
"Well, as you can see I'm very much alive. Now I here you have a girl? And why didn't you become a pirate?" Questions burst forth from Cel and Wil was almost overwhelmed with questions for her as well. Before they had a time to talk, however, they heard a knock on the door.