Sorry it took me so long, you know how things happen. I had to finish my
other story...then school...then work...uh! Anyway, I had trouble putting this
chapter together, I didn't want it to reveal to much...it did, so I had to
get it to not...it didn't reveal enough. I don't like it right now but, you
know how things go. Please, R&R!
Chapter seven- Bill (Bootstrap) Turner
Will looked around the familiar pirate ship with a slight smile and the strong feeling of guilt rising in his chest. Even though it was now under Jack's control, he would never have got it with out Elizabeth...as much as he'd like to think. He went to the rail and looked over the edge but Elizabeth was gone and Gibbs was hammering up a large crate.
Will sighed and left the edge of the ship, walking instead over to Anamaria and Jack who seemed to have put their argument aside for now and talking rather civil to each other. Jack had taken the wheel from the small man and was leaning on it.
"I think we should make for Tortuga, stock up and then head out for this island." Jack nodded fairly, watching Anamaria. She seemed to have a shaking voice...as though she were trying to control her temper. "What say you, Captain?"
"I say it's good luv. Tell the men, call Gibbs and load these supplies. We leave in an hour." Anamaria walked by Will and he heard her mutter something like 'don't call me luv' under her breath. Will smiled.
"I see you two have made it up." He said. Jack raised his eyebrows.
"Made what up? There was nothing to make up." Will laughed lightly and leaned against the railing, watching his friend. "You have a question...I'm sure."
"Yes, actually. I want to know more about my father." Jack sighed and Will could tell, even though Jack's back was to him, that the other was wearing a very sullen look. "Please Jack. I need to know...why did he never try and find me."
Jack left the wheel suddenly and walked away towards his cabin. Will, surprised by this abrupt movement, followed. The crew were loading the crates from below into the hold. They'd be setting off soon. He bumped into Gibbs on his way, knocking the other over.
"Sorry." He said. "I didn't mean to..." Gibbs shook his head and dusted himself off.
"It's alright." He said, walking away with a weird backward glance at Will. Ignoring it, Will came to the Captain's cabin. The door was locked. Raising a fist, he knocked hard three times and waited.
"Jack, I know you're in there." Will called through the wood. Still, the captain didn't reply. Carefully, Will opened the door and peered in. "Jack?"
"I'm here." Came a voice in the corner. Will opened the door the rest of the way and saw Jack standing by the cabinet in the corner, drinking deeply from a rum bottle.
"You're stalling." Will said.
"Yes." Jack answered truthfully, taking another large sip. "That would be what I'm doing." "I asked you a question." Jack nodded but didn't turn. "Will you answer." "Whelp, how am I supposed to answer a question I don't know the answer to?" Will entered the room and closed the door behind him. "I don't know." He said. "Where do you think my father could be?"
Bill Turner sat quietly in the corner of his cell, the stench of blood and old water floating around him in a nauseating smell. He knew he was to stubborn to die but to weak to keep fighting. Now he sat somewhere in the middle, balanced precariously between life and death, tipping neither way. He wanted to sleep but was scared he'd never wake.
Had Jack even received the map and the note? Would he believe it was authentic? What would he do with it? Would he get there before Ethan? All these thoughts raced through his mind and his thoughts turned to his son. He'd gotten his wife to teach Will the story from an early age and, therefore, drill it into his brain. That'' why he'd left in the first place, to protect Will so people wouldn't follow him to his son. He'd hidden the fact he even had a child for a long time, and finally told Jack. He hadn't told anyone but Jack what gender his child was and, when the curse had been lifted four years before, he had not tried to look for his son because he knew Ethan was still searching.
He sighed and leaned his head against the wall, wincing as his back hit the wooden side of the ship. He'd heard stories that Barbossa was dead...that Jack had killed him. Rumors and tales of the curse of the Black Pearl's end had reached him even in Britain. He could remember walking into the moonlight and, for the first time in ten years, seeing flesh not bone. It had been a wonderful feeling but he'd worried about his son. That would mean Will had been caught. He wondered if the boy was alive still and journeyed to Port Royal to see, as it was rumored that had been where he lived.
He'd seen Will, near the black smith's shop with a fine and proper looking woman. They'd looked so happy and he'd vanished into the shadows. Jack though was a little harder to spot as, these days, he stayed hidden. There were rumors flying that he was dying but Bill wouldn't believe them. Jack Sparrow could not die.
There was the sound of approaching feet on the stairs and Bill looked up to see Ethan and three other men coming down, one carrying a whip. Ethan was the spitting image of his brother, from their scraggly hair to the eyes and nose.
"Ah," Ethan said, leaning against the bars. "You're awake. Good. Maybe now you'll be forth coming to answer questions?" Bill smiled slightly. "Or not?"
"I like you're ambition Barbossa." Bill said weakly. "But I won't answer anything." Ethan shrugged.
"Suit yourself but, I'll ask you anyway and remember..." He indicated the man with the whip. "I have an incentive to talk." Bill eyed the whip closely, the pain in his back flaring at the sight of it's black coils. "Where is you're son, William?" Ethan asked. "We know he's not in Britain where his mother is buried so where is he?" Bill said nothing. "Fine, tie him up."
The three men came in and pulled Bill into a standing position. There were manacles in the other end on this room and they put his hands in the cuffs, pulling them up above his head. Ethan came to stand in front of him, trying to catch Bill's eyes. When Bill wouldn't look at him, Ethan sighed.
"You're not making this easy Turner." Ethan said. Bill looked up and spit in his face. Ethan wiped it away slowly and look a deep breath as though he was trying to calm down then raised his hand and smacked Bill hard across the face. If Bill hadn't been tied he would have fallen.
"You're son, where is he?" Ethan asked as though there had been no interruption. Bill shrugged as much as his manacles would allow.
"I haven't seen him for..." The whip came down across his back and he cried out. Ethan watched him calmly then continued.
"You were saying?" Bill didn't reply. "Where is you're brother?" Bill looked away from Ethan and the whip cut him again. "I ask you where is your brother? He's a hard man to track down so I want to know if you've been in contact with him."
"No, I haven't seen my brother for near ten years." Bill was slashed again but this time he didn't make a sound, which is what Ethan wanted.
"What is the story of this island?" Ethan asked, holding up his copy of the map. "What are all the vials for? Which is the real one?"
"They are there to confuse." Bill said simply, this was actually the semi-truth. "They each have their own story and they are all real."
"Don't play games with me Turner." Ethan spat. "I want to know what each of these Vials contain." Bill glared at him and only received a smart smack across the face. "What are they?"
"The Fated Parting." Bill yelled. "I won't tell you anymore." Ethan raised an eyebrow.
"I'll just have to ask you're brother and son when I get them." Ethan said. He looked over Bill's shoulder. "Give him ten and cut him down." He said.
CRACK! The whip took his breath away and Bill watched Ethan go through misting eyes. CRACK! "Will can look...(CRACK) after himself...(CRACK) Ethan. (CRACK) But, I'd worry about (CRACK) my brother catching (CRACK) you before I get (CRACK) loose." Bill wheezed. Ethan turned. (CRACK)
"You think I'm worried about your brother?" He asked. The whip came down two more times and was gone. The men let Bill loose and threw him to the ground where he lye in a heap on the wet deck. "You're brother, Jack...he doesn't scare me." And with that, Ethan was gone.
Elizabeth sat in the large dark crate. Claustrophobia was setting in and she was starting to get the feeling that a large animal was trying to get free from her stomach. She needed fresh air and water! There were voices out side the crate's door...muffled but definitely a man and a woman. Someone was prying open the crate door.
He twisted her hands in her lap, fear and nerves setting in. She was afraid that someone would be mad when they found her...maybe kill her on the spot. She wanted to get out so bad, though, she was less afraid.
The chink of light widened and Elizabeth took in the fresh air as a face met hers, Gibbs. "Oh thank god!" She said, climbing out and taking Gibbs' hand when he offered it to her.
"Here you go Mrs. Turner." He said, handing her a white shirt and black pants, obviously Anamaria's. The dark woman smiled at her and left with out a word. "Put them on and then we'll go up." Elizabeth went behind the crate and began putting on her new cloths.
"What about Jack? He won't take me back will he?"
"No, we're on our way to Tortuga to get supplies then we're off to the island. There'll be no time to take you back." Gibbs said. Elizabeth immerged and twirled on the spot, showing Gibbs. He nodded his approval.
"Won't Will be surprised." He said, smiling.
DRAGONHUNTER200: Hey, back again! Yeah! No one can resist Jack Sparrow! If anyone woke me by screaming in my ear, I'd do the same as you. Don't worry. My brother once stuck twelve icecubs down my shirt and used a horn. Hey...my dream is to be smuggled aboard a pirate ship! I like to think of the banter between Jack and ana as...my parents. I read your one with Will finally revealing why he left Liz. It was great.
ALTENG: I like to hear from you to. It's nice to have regular reviewers. About reading to much, so am i. I'm also writinhg to much also. Bad luck...two women on board? Double the trouble!
Chapter seven- Bill (Bootstrap) Turner
Will looked around the familiar pirate ship with a slight smile and the strong feeling of guilt rising in his chest. Even though it was now under Jack's control, he would never have got it with out Elizabeth...as much as he'd like to think. He went to the rail and looked over the edge but Elizabeth was gone and Gibbs was hammering up a large crate.
Will sighed and left the edge of the ship, walking instead over to Anamaria and Jack who seemed to have put their argument aside for now and talking rather civil to each other. Jack had taken the wheel from the small man and was leaning on it.
"I think we should make for Tortuga, stock up and then head out for this island." Jack nodded fairly, watching Anamaria. She seemed to have a shaking voice...as though she were trying to control her temper. "What say you, Captain?"
"I say it's good luv. Tell the men, call Gibbs and load these supplies. We leave in an hour." Anamaria walked by Will and he heard her mutter something like 'don't call me luv' under her breath. Will smiled.
"I see you two have made it up." He said. Jack raised his eyebrows.
"Made what up? There was nothing to make up." Will laughed lightly and leaned against the railing, watching his friend. "You have a question...I'm sure."
"Yes, actually. I want to know more about my father." Jack sighed and Will could tell, even though Jack's back was to him, that the other was wearing a very sullen look. "Please Jack. I need to know...why did he never try and find me."
Jack left the wheel suddenly and walked away towards his cabin. Will, surprised by this abrupt movement, followed. The crew were loading the crates from below into the hold. They'd be setting off soon. He bumped into Gibbs on his way, knocking the other over.
"Sorry." He said. "I didn't mean to..." Gibbs shook his head and dusted himself off.
"It's alright." He said, walking away with a weird backward glance at Will. Ignoring it, Will came to the Captain's cabin. The door was locked. Raising a fist, he knocked hard three times and waited.
"Jack, I know you're in there." Will called through the wood. Still, the captain didn't reply. Carefully, Will opened the door and peered in. "Jack?"
"I'm here." Came a voice in the corner. Will opened the door the rest of the way and saw Jack standing by the cabinet in the corner, drinking deeply from a rum bottle.
"You're stalling." Will said.
"Yes." Jack answered truthfully, taking another large sip. "That would be what I'm doing." "I asked you a question." Jack nodded but didn't turn. "Will you answer." "Whelp, how am I supposed to answer a question I don't know the answer to?" Will entered the room and closed the door behind him. "I don't know." He said. "Where do you think my father could be?"
Bill Turner sat quietly in the corner of his cell, the stench of blood and old water floating around him in a nauseating smell. He knew he was to stubborn to die but to weak to keep fighting. Now he sat somewhere in the middle, balanced precariously between life and death, tipping neither way. He wanted to sleep but was scared he'd never wake.
Had Jack even received the map and the note? Would he believe it was authentic? What would he do with it? Would he get there before Ethan? All these thoughts raced through his mind and his thoughts turned to his son. He'd gotten his wife to teach Will the story from an early age and, therefore, drill it into his brain. That'' why he'd left in the first place, to protect Will so people wouldn't follow him to his son. He'd hidden the fact he even had a child for a long time, and finally told Jack. He hadn't told anyone but Jack what gender his child was and, when the curse had been lifted four years before, he had not tried to look for his son because he knew Ethan was still searching.
He sighed and leaned his head against the wall, wincing as his back hit the wooden side of the ship. He'd heard stories that Barbossa was dead...that Jack had killed him. Rumors and tales of the curse of the Black Pearl's end had reached him even in Britain. He could remember walking into the moonlight and, for the first time in ten years, seeing flesh not bone. It had been a wonderful feeling but he'd worried about his son. That would mean Will had been caught. He wondered if the boy was alive still and journeyed to Port Royal to see, as it was rumored that had been where he lived.
He'd seen Will, near the black smith's shop with a fine and proper looking woman. They'd looked so happy and he'd vanished into the shadows. Jack though was a little harder to spot as, these days, he stayed hidden. There were rumors flying that he was dying but Bill wouldn't believe them. Jack Sparrow could not die.
There was the sound of approaching feet on the stairs and Bill looked up to see Ethan and three other men coming down, one carrying a whip. Ethan was the spitting image of his brother, from their scraggly hair to the eyes and nose.
"Ah," Ethan said, leaning against the bars. "You're awake. Good. Maybe now you'll be forth coming to answer questions?" Bill smiled slightly. "Or not?"
"I like you're ambition Barbossa." Bill said weakly. "But I won't answer anything." Ethan shrugged.
"Suit yourself but, I'll ask you anyway and remember..." He indicated the man with the whip. "I have an incentive to talk." Bill eyed the whip closely, the pain in his back flaring at the sight of it's black coils. "Where is you're son, William?" Ethan asked. "We know he's not in Britain where his mother is buried so where is he?" Bill said nothing. "Fine, tie him up."
The three men came in and pulled Bill into a standing position. There were manacles in the other end on this room and they put his hands in the cuffs, pulling them up above his head. Ethan came to stand in front of him, trying to catch Bill's eyes. When Bill wouldn't look at him, Ethan sighed.
"You're not making this easy Turner." Ethan said. Bill looked up and spit in his face. Ethan wiped it away slowly and look a deep breath as though he was trying to calm down then raised his hand and smacked Bill hard across the face. If Bill hadn't been tied he would have fallen.
"You're son, where is he?" Ethan asked as though there had been no interruption. Bill shrugged as much as his manacles would allow.
"I haven't seen him for..." The whip came down across his back and he cried out. Ethan watched him calmly then continued.
"You were saying?" Bill didn't reply. "Where is you're brother?" Bill looked away from Ethan and the whip cut him again. "I ask you where is your brother? He's a hard man to track down so I want to know if you've been in contact with him."
"No, I haven't seen my brother for near ten years." Bill was slashed again but this time he didn't make a sound, which is what Ethan wanted.
"What is the story of this island?" Ethan asked, holding up his copy of the map. "What are all the vials for? Which is the real one?"
"They are there to confuse." Bill said simply, this was actually the semi-truth. "They each have their own story and they are all real."
"Don't play games with me Turner." Ethan spat. "I want to know what each of these Vials contain." Bill glared at him and only received a smart smack across the face. "What are they?"
"The Fated Parting." Bill yelled. "I won't tell you anymore." Ethan raised an eyebrow.
"I'll just have to ask you're brother and son when I get them." Ethan said. He looked over Bill's shoulder. "Give him ten and cut him down." He said.
CRACK! The whip took his breath away and Bill watched Ethan go through misting eyes. CRACK! "Will can look...(CRACK) after himself...(CRACK) Ethan. (CRACK) But, I'd worry about (CRACK) my brother catching (CRACK) you before I get (CRACK) loose." Bill wheezed. Ethan turned. (CRACK)
"You think I'm worried about your brother?" He asked. The whip came down two more times and was gone. The men let Bill loose and threw him to the ground where he lye in a heap on the wet deck. "You're brother, Jack...he doesn't scare me." And with that, Ethan was gone.
Elizabeth sat in the large dark crate. Claustrophobia was setting in and she was starting to get the feeling that a large animal was trying to get free from her stomach. She needed fresh air and water! There were voices out side the crate's door...muffled but definitely a man and a woman. Someone was prying open the crate door.
He twisted her hands in her lap, fear and nerves setting in. She was afraid that someone would be mad when they found her...maybe kill her on the spot. She wanted to get out so bad, though, she was less afraid.
The chink of light widened and Elizabeth took in the fresh air as a face met hers, Gibbs. "Oh thank god!" She said, climbing out and taking Gibbs' hand when he offered it to her.
"Here you go Mrs. Turner." He said, handing her a white shirt and black pants, obviously Anamaria's. The dark woman smiled at her and left with out a word. "Put them on and then we'll go up." Elizabeth went behind the crate and began putting on her new cloths.
"What about Jack? He won't take me back will he?"
"No, we're on our way to Tortuga to get supplies then we're off to the island. There'll be no time to take you back." Gibbs said. Elizabeth immerged and twirled on the spot, showing Gibbs. He nodded his approval.
"Won't Will be surprised." He said, smiling.
DRAGONHUNTER200: Hey, back again! Yeah! No one can resist Jack Sparrow! If anyone woke me by screaming in my ear, I'd do the same as you. Don't worry. My brother once stuck twelve icecubs down my shirt and used a horn. Hey...my dream is to be smuggled aboard a pirate ship! I like to think of the banter between Jack and ana as...my parents. I read your one with Will finally revealing why he left Liz. It was great.
ALTENG: I like to hear from you to. It's nice to have regular reviewers. About reading to much, so am i. I'm also writinhg to much also. Bad luck...two women on board? Double the trouble!
