A/N: waves to Madame Opera Ghost I read your second review, and yes, you are correct! And why they're both named Will is because there weren't enough good "W" names that I thought were good. : P
Also, sorry for the wait. I needed to get my other stories up and running. And sorry that's it's super short. I was feeling blah.
Anyway… Back to the story, eh?---
"Just shut up and get in!" Came James's voice, loud and harsh sounding. They were in the doorway of his room, and Will and James had been yelling at each other on the way there.
After James had come back to Eliza's house and cleaned himself up, Will had awoken from his 'slumber'. As Will had asked where James had got the cuts and bruises, James immediately decided to change the subject to go to his house. After this was agreed, they had spent the last fifteen minutes walking there by foot. By then, however, Will's temper had risen and he had started to ask James why he had been acting so strangely. James asked him the same thing, and by then Eliza was witnessing a shouting argument that could be heard from the city park.
The now sat quietly on James's bed, merely staring at each other, fuming. No one spoke, no one barely even breathed.
A pain erupted in the side of James's head before he had a chance to yell in pain, there was nothing to yell about. The pain had already lifted, but why? Because his left side was gone. Absolutely gone. His mouth gaped wide, ignoring Eliza's stares of horror. Oddly enough, Will seemed fine with the concept.
James finally looked up in the middle of the room, eyes widening as he saw who was there. A man stood there, a dirty tricorn hat atop his head. A black belt hung from his waist, a sword sheath and pistol set tightly on them. An assortment of beads and braids were in his long black hair, and he wore a long sleeved white shirt under a brown vest. His pants were a dark black, and he stared straight a James with unnerving near-black eyes.
James heard Will yell only a moment later, but he didn't keep his eyes of the man who kept staring at him. Someone appeared beside him, seeming to look mad by his expression. His dark hair was not as long as the man's beside him, and his eyes reflected pure loyalty.
"What are you doing here?" Will said. Turner turned his head to look at him, but before he could say anything, the other man spoke.
"Because he wants to tell you everything that's happening and awe you. Savvy?" James stared at him-He knew that voice.
"So, you're Jack Sparrow?" James asked, glancing at Will in the meantime. He looked a bit dazed, really, and James wondered silently to himself if he was going to collapse once again.
"I prefer Captain Jack Sparrow," Jack said, looking at James again. "But sir William here wishes to tell you all of your wonderful guardians." Turner glared at him angrily.
"Well, here goes nothing…" Will murmured, turning to the three confused-looking teenagers. "This is what's happening."