Bill took a bench that was sitting handily nearby and pushed it in between
the bars of the cell, pushing downward, and levering the door out of its
hinges. He quickly disentangled the bench. "Go," he urged Ragetti and
Pintel. "Meet me by the docks at sunset. I've got to make this look good.
He hit himself over the head with the bench, and crumpled to the floor.
The moment Ragetti and Pintel had disappeared from sight, a group of redcoats ran downstairs.
"The prisoners! They've escaped," one shouted.
"You, and you," one redcoat took charge pointing. "Go that way, search. They can't have gone far. And you, help me wif this fine gentleman. Wouldn't do to have the govenor's son-in-law's father lying on the floor of the dungeon." Bootstrap began to stir. "Take it easy sir. Just tell us what happened."
"I was talkin' to 'em. Wanted to know why they'd attacked me ship."
"Easy, sir, take a sip of water. Don't try to move."
Bill patiently sipped the water. "Them rogues laughed in me face, spit on me boot, and said 'twas all in a day's work for them, and they was sorry they hadn't killed me too. I was angry, and I said some things maybe I shouldn't, and they both leaped at the door, and knocked it out. Then they grabbed that bench there, and hit me. That's the last thing I remember."
Will came running down the stairs. "Father, are you all right?"
Bill smiled. They were all falling for it.
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Elizabeth set a bowl of stew down in front of Bill. "it must have been a terrifying experience," she remarked, recalling her kidnapping by the same two men.
"You seem to forget that my father lived with those two for years," Will smiled.
"Oh, aye," Bill dug into the stew. "But I'd get attacked every day to get food this good."
Elizabeth blushed slightly and looked down. "it is a sight better than my first attempts at cooking," she admitted.
Will grimaced. "She couldn't even boil water," he teased.
"William Turner, if you're not careful, you'll be eating boiled eggs for the next week," Elizabeth responded, holding his stew bowl out of reach.
Will's arm snaked around her waist, and he pulled Elizabeth close, kissing her deeply.
Elizabeth set the stew down in front of her husband. "You certainly can be persuasive, Mr. Turner," she answered, once her breath had returned.
Bill smiled, in spite of himself. He couldn't say he was disappointed in his son's choice of a wife; Elizabeth was intelligent, beautiful, a good cook..she was just like Will's mother. A little prettier, a bit more refined, perhaps- Bill's mind floated back to the first time he had realized he was in love with her.
The baker's daughter carried a basket of bread to Mistress Rosewood. The poor woman was bed ridden, and relied on the charity of the townspeople to stay alive. Young Bill Turner crept up behind Lissie and pulled a braid with one hand while stealing a roll with the other. Lissie Young was furious. Her blue eyes flashed angrily, her cheeks colored crimson. "You give that back Bill Turner! 'Tis for Mistress Rosewood!" Bill's eyes clearly showed what he thought of that. "Aw, c'mon Lissie," he protested. "'Tis my sixteenth birthday. I'm a man, now!" Lissie glanced at Bill's body. "You have a lot more growing to do before you'll be considered a man, William Turner," she answered saucily.
"Bill," Elizabeth's questioning voice drew him back to the present. He looked at her questioningly. "Are you all right," she questioned. Bill felt his cheeks; they were wet with tears. "I'm fine," he answered. "I'll just be going to bed, now." "Of course," Elizabeth gently patted his arm. She pointed to a door. "You'll find a bed in there."
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Bill closed the door and leaned back against it. Perhaps he wouldn't kill his son and daughter-in-law. They seemed like a decent sort. "Don't be silly," another part of his mind argued. "They're friends with Jack Sparrow. They're traitors." "No," Bill whimpered. "Maybe I could show them," he whispered. "If they found out how truly evil Sparrow is, they'd turn their backs on him." The rational part of his mind reminded him that it wasn't likely. Bill sighed. Fine. He'd put his plan into motion.
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Ragetti and Pintel crept toward the docks. Bill had clearly told them to meet him here. No excuses. A dark shape moved in the darkness.
"That you," Pintel called out.
Barbossa stepped out of the shadows. "Were you expectin someone else," he questioned, grinning evilly.
The moment Ragetti and Pintel had disappeared from sight, a group of redcoats ran downstairs.
"The prisoners! They've escaped," one shouted.
"You, and you," one redcoat took charge pointing. "Go that way, search. They can't have gone far. And you, help me wif this fine gentleman. Wouldn't do to have the govenor's son-in-law's father lying on the floor of the dungeon." Bootstrap began to stir. "Take it easy sir. Just tell us what happened."
"I was talkin' to 'em. Wanted to know why they'd attacked me ship."
"Easy, sir, take a sip of water. Don't try to move."
Bill patiently sipped the water. "Them rogues laughed in me face, spit on me boot, and said 'twas all in a day's work for them, and they was sorry they hadn't killed me too. I was angry, and I said some things maybe I shouldn't, and they both leaped at the door, and knocked it out. Then they grabbed that bench there, and hit me. That's the last thing I remember."
Will came running down the stairs. "Father, are you all right?"
Bill smiled. They were all falling for it.
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Elizabeth set a bowl of stew down in front of Bill. "it must have been a terrifying experience," she remarked, recalling her kidnapping by the same two men.
"You seem to forget that my father lived with those two for years," Will smiled.
"Oh, aye," Bill dug into the stew. "But I'd get attacked every day to get food this good."
Elizabeth blushed slightly and looked down. "it is a sight better than my first attempts at cooking," she admitted.
Will grimaced. "She couldn't even boil water," he teased.
"William Turner, if you're not careful, you'll be eating boiled eggs for the next week," Elizabeth responded, holding his stew bowl out of reach.
Will's arm snaked around her waist, and he pulled Elizabeth close, kissing her deeply.
Elizabeth set the stew down in front of her husband. "You certainly can be persuasive, Mr. Turner," she answered, once her breath had returned.
Bill smiled, in spite of himself. He couldn't say he was disappointed in his son's choice of a wife; Elizabeth was intelligent, beautiful, a good cook..she was just like Will's mother. A little prettier, a bit more refined, perhaps- Bill's mind floated back to the first time he had realized he was in love with her.
The baker's daughter carried a basket of bread to Mistress Rosewood. The poor woman was bed ridden, and relied on the charity of the townspeople to stay alive. Young Bill Turner crept up behind Lissie and pulled a braid with one hand while stealing a roll with the other. Lissie Young was furious. Her blue eyes flashed angrily, her cheeks colored crimson. "You give that back Bill Turner! 'Tis for Mistress Rosewood!" Bill's eyes clearly showed what he thought of that. "Aw, c'mon Lissie," he protested. "'Tis my sixteenth birthday. I'm a man, now!" Lissie glanced at Bill's body. "You have a lot more growing to do before you'll be considered a man, William Turner," she answered saucily.
"Bill," Elizabeth's questioning voice drew him back to the present. He looked at her questioningly. "Are you all right," she questioned. Bill felt his cheeks; they were wet with tears. "I'm fine," he answered. "I'll just be going to bed, now." "Of course," Elizabeth gently patted his arm. She pointed to a door. "You'll find a bed in there."
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Bill closed the door and leaned back against it. Perhaps he wouldn't kill his son and daughter-in-law. They seemed like a decent sort. "Don't be silly," another part of his mind argued. "They're friends with Jack Sparrow. They're traitors." "No," Bill whimpered. "Maybe I could show them," he whispered. "If they found out how truly evil Sparrow is, they'd turn their backs on him." The rational part of his mind reminded him that it wasn't likely. Bill sighed. Fine. He'd put his plan into motion.
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Ragetti and Pintel crept toward the docks. Bill had clearly told them to meet him here. No excuses. A dark shape moved in the darkness.
"That you," Pintel called out.
Barbossa stepped out of the shadows. "Were you expectin someone else," he questioned, grinning evilly.