Bill grumbled as he walked down to the docks. He'd had to wait until
Elizabeth and Will were asleep before he could sneak out. Now he was at
least an hour late for his meeting with Ragetti and Pintel. He could only
hope they hadn't already left.
As the docks came into view, Bill cursed under his breath. The piers were empty. Suddenly, he felt the flat edge of a blade against his throat. Instinctively, Bill reached for his sword.
"I wouldn't do that if I was you," a hard voice growled. Bill's hands were jerked behind him and tied tightly. He was then twirled around to face his captor. "Well, well," Barbossa smirked. "If it ain't ole Bill. I couldn't believe me ears when them two idiots tole me you was back. But I guess they was right."
Bill struggled against his bonds, but Barbossa stilled him by holding his sword to Bill's throat.
"What should we do with you," Barbossa questioned menacingly.
"Where're Ragetti and Pintel," Bill demanded.
"Where they're s'posed to be. Back on me ship."
"The Pearl," Bill questioned.
Barbossa slapped him. "Your son gave it back to Jack Sparrow," he sneered.
Bill looked up eagerly. Here was his chance. "How'd you like to get her back?"
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Will was awakened the next morning by the smell of freshly fried bacon. Yawning, he rolled over in bed. Elizabeth was still sleeping peacefully beside him. Will smiled down at her, lightly brushing a curl back from her face. Stretching, he got up; he needed to finish an order.
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"Will, me boy," Bootstrap handed his son a plate of eggs and bacon as he tried to sneak out the door. "Ye can't go off t'work without somethin' in your belly."
Will sighed. "I must get this order done first, Father. I have no time to eat."
"Nonsense." Bill gently led him to the table. "You eat all of this, then ye can finish your work."
Will sighed and picked up his fork. It would be easier to just go along with his father.
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Elizabeth stretched and rolled over in the bed. Inhaling deeply, she sat up; eager to get dressed and eat the delicious food she was smelling.
A few minutes later, Elizabeth walked into the kitchen, dressed simply, happy to see a plate all ready for her. Seeing her father-in-law, she crept up behind him and pecked him on the cheek.
"Thank you."
Bill turned around. "If I fix lunch, will I get another kiss?"
Elizabeth playfully hit his shoulder. "I'm married to your son!"
He shrugged. "Didn't say ye had bad taste. Ye just picked the wrong Turner." He winked.
Elizabeth smiled and found herself pondering if this was what Will would have turned out like had his life been but a little different. She finished up her breakfast and announced that she would be taking a picnic lunch to the smithy and forcing Will to take a break.
Bill grinned. "Why do I get the feeling that the only reason me son doesn't work himself half to death is that you keep him from doing so?"
Elizabeth laughed as she darted around, packing bread, meat, cheese and fruit into a basket. "Perhaps because it's true." She lightly pecked him again. "I'll be back in a little while."
Bill watched her go, emotions raging. He liked Elizabeth. Perhaps she wasn't as keen on pirates as his son was..
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"Jack, you can't be serious!"
"Captain," Jack reminded Anamaria. "And of course I'm serious. What harm could there be in going to see an old friend, love?" He smiled charmingly.
"No you don't." Anamaria informed him. "That smile may work on every other wench from here to Tortuga but it won't work on me. We're not moving from this island, especially not to go to Port Royal, of all places!"
As the docks came into view, Bill cursed under his breath. The piers were empty. Suddenly, he felt the flat edge of a blade against his throat. Instinctively, Bill reached for his sword.
"I wouldn't do that if I was you," a hard voice growled. Bill's hands were jerked behind him and tied tightly. He was then twirled around to face his captor. "Well, well," Barbossa smirked. "If it ain't ole Bill. I couldn't believe me ears when them two idiots tole me you was back. But I guess they was right."
Bill struggled against his bonds, but Barbossa stilled him by holding his sword to Bill's throat.
"What should we do with you," Barbossa questioned menacingly.
"Where're Ragetti and Pintel," Bill demanded.
"Where they're s'posed to be. Back on me ship."
"The Pearl," Bill questioned.
Barbossa slapped him. "Your son gave it back to Jack Sparrow," he sneered.
Bill looked up eagerly. Here was his chance. "How'd you like to get her back?"
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Will was awakened the next morning by the smell of freshly fried bacon. Yawning, he rolled over in bed. Elizabeth was still sleeping peacefully beside him. Will smiled down at her, lightly brushing a curl back from her face. Stretching, he got up; he needed to finish an order.
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"Will, me boy," Bootstrap handed his son a plate of eggs and bacon as he tried to sneak out the door. "Ye can't go off t'work without somethin' in your belly."
Will sighed. "I must get this order done first, Father. I have no time to eat."
"Nonsense." Bill gently led him to the table. "You eat all of this, then ye can finish your work."
Will sighed and picked up his fork. It would be easier to just go along with his father.
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Elizabeth stretched and rolled over in the bed. Inhaling deeply, she sat up; eager to get dressed and eat the delicious food she was smelling.
A few minutes later, Elizabeth walked into the kitchen, dressed simply, happy to see a plate all ready for her. Seeing her father-in-law, she crept up behind him and pecked him on the cheek.
"Thank you."
Bill turned around. "If I fix lunch, will I get another kiss?"
Elizabeth playfully hit his shoulder. "I'm married to your son!"
He shrugged. "Didn't say ye had bad taste. Ye just picked the wrong Turner." He winked.
Elizabeth smiled and found herself pondering if this was what Will would have turned out like had his life been but a little different. She finished up her breakfast and announced that she would be taking a picnic lunch to the smithy and forcing Will to take a break.
Bill grinned. "Why do I get the feeling that the only reason me son doesn't work himself half to death is that you keep him from doing so?"
Elizabeth laughed as she darted around, packing bread, meat, cheese and fruit into a basket. "Perhaps because it's true." She lightly pecked him again. "I'll be back in a little while."
Bill watched her go, emotions raging. He liked Elizabeth. Perhaps she wasn't as keen on pirates as his son was..
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"Jack, you can't be serious!"
"Captain," Jack reminded Anamaria. "And of course I'm serious. What harm could there be in going to see an old friend, love?" He smiled charmingly.
"No you don't." Anamaria informed him. "That smile may work on every other wench from here to Tortuga but it won't work on me. We're not moving from this island, especially not to go to Port Royal, of all places!"