Will Turner Needs To Die
Ch.4-

"BLAST!" Mary Sue gritted her teeth and ran down the road, lighting up another pack of dynamite. Elizabeth screeched and tried to drag Will alng with her, but she panicked and ran off. Will still was dazed and confused as to why Elizabeth abandoned her, until he saw Mary-Sue. Then some more dynamite.

"EEEEEEK!" He shook his head and got up just before the dynamite blew, throwing him once again into the air. A few feet away, Elizabeth was still running. FWOMPP! The pretty boy landed on top and squashed her. And then there was a whole bunch of cheering that came out of the middle of nowhere.

"Elizabeth?" Will asked, rolling off the woman and prodded her cheeks with his finger. Elizabeth, in turn, moaned in pain.

"You idiot...I don't love you anymore." She muttered, sitting up. And then there was more cheering.

"WILL TURNER NEEDS TO DIE!" Mary-Sue screamed, running after them with a sharp pointy object in her hands. It wasn't safe to run with sisscors, but nobody was able to die unless her target was terminated. That is, dead and unmoving.

"GAH!' Will ran for his life and left Elizabeth in the middle of the road.

"You idiot! Why are leaving me...!" She then got run over by a horse and carriage. Luckily she survived, but was now in the hospital with horseshoe prints all over her face.

"HELP MEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!" He wailed as he ran all over Port Royal. The Black Pearl, on the other hand, was sailing peacefully on the ocean water, perhaps even drunker than Jack himself.

"Eh? I swore I heard Will screaming for help." Jack said. He looked through looking glass and saw young Turner running from a girl.

"That lad always gets the ladeis..." He chuckled. Jack slid down the rope ladder and pointed at the shore.

"Up and at 'em mates! We got Will to save from that freaky girl with a fork in her hand!" Jack ordered.

"It looks like a scabbard?" One of his mates asked.

"Idiot! It's more like twin swords with a finger handles!" Jack said.

"Nah, it's more like tiny daggers stuck together!" Another added. The pirate captain swigged out of his rum bottle before pointing drunkenly at the shore again.

"Come on come on! We haven't much time! It looks like she's determined to kill the lad!" The crew obeyed and turned the wheel sharply to starboard, heading towards Port Royal.