It was the morning after the night before.
Again.
Will woke up, surrounded by chicken shit. His head felt like someone was cruelly stamping on it. He sat up slowly. He remembered now...the party at the tavern, the big sign with 'HOORAY...SHE'S GONE!' written on it, the sixteen mugs of ale. Oh yeah...something about a pirate battle too? He stood up, blinking in the light.
He walked over slowly to where Norry and the Guvnor were standing. There was a long table. On one side was a map and several soldiers, on the other was a sign reading 'LOB A LOBSTER...JUST SIXPENCE A GO!' and a pile of frozen lobsters.
'Hello Will. Are you trying to help us find Elizabeth?' Elizabeth's Pa said.
'No. Lob A Lobster please,' Will said.
'Listen Norry,' the Governor said sighing, 'I know you want the crowd to come this way to draw attention to Elizabeth's rescue, but maybe this wasn't such a good way to go about it? I mean, out of the 247 visitors we've had, nobody's asked about my daughter at all. Yes, sixpence, Mr Turner.'
Will picked up his lobster. Ignoring the target, he threw it at Norrington's head.
'Listen,' Governor Swann said. 'Please go away because you smell bad.'
'Gimme another three goes free,' Will demanded.
'Tell you what, go and look for Liz so I don't have to get off my fat arse to do it and you can have five free goes, mate.'
Will agreed and continued to throw more lobsters at Norrington's head.
'Right, well I best be off to rescue the bitch then,' he sighed. Norrington, looking slightly dazed, got up from where he was cowering under the table in fear.
'Would you...would you like a peanut-butter sandwich to take on the way?' he asked.
'No, ta,' Will said, looking slightly confused.
'Are you sure?' Norrington said, very concerned. 'How about jam? You don't want to get hungry on the way.'
Will looked very very scared and walked away.
'Norry, please,' hissed the Governor. 'Leave the food making at home!'
Meanwhile, young Will was on his way to talk to Jack, who was still in the prison.