William Turner
Valiant Protector
The warm Caribbean air weighed heavily upon the lagoon. Sorrow, thick as fog, clung to the trees and vibrated the walls of young William Turner's hut. While the Lagoon mourned the loss of the flamboyant Captain, William mourned the loss of his own life. All of his plans, all of his dreams, and all of his hopes had been stolen in one simple kiss.
"Simple?" He said aloud to himself. He was right. To call it simple was a gross understatement. Simple is what you call a kiss someone gives their grandmother. The kiss in question was complex, both in structure and meaning. Their lips had met, his hands tangled in her golden hair, and William's heart had been torn out of his chest. Even in the hot Caribbean air, just thinking about it sent shivers down Will's spine.
Yet, even through the betrayal, Will had come to terms with it. If Elizabeth loved someone else and he could no longer make her happy, then he would step aside. No, he would do better than that. Will would sail to the end of the earth and back again to save the man she loved.
"Jack Sparrow. She loves Jack Sparrow." He whispered to the night.
His eyes fell shut and he let a sigh escape his lips. He knew was he must do. He knew his place. He would protect her happiness at all costs. All he wanted was for Elizabeth to be happy and he would do anything to make her so.
Anything.
A/N: The website I was using to get my name meaning from seems to no longer be offering that service. Damn. So, I googled name meanings and, sadly, this is the best I could get for poor Will. I apologize, but it is do to a force out of my control.