What was going through Bootstrap's mind when he thought the Kraken killed Will? Takes place sometime while he's in the brig. Just an idea that I felt like writing at 12:30 in the morning. Hopefully someone'll like it. Oh yeah, and this is my very first fic I've ever posted.
Disclaimer: Despite throwing a temper tantrum it still isn't mine. Darn it!
I hate him.
He killed my son. Now he will pay.
Davy Jones. He took away the one thing I had left in this world. Or did he? Maybe he didn't maybe I did. Was it my choices that killed Will? Some say the sins of the father are paid for by the son. I never wanted that. But the sea called me and I couldn't ignore it. I'm a pirate. I had to go. Now here I am.
Undead.
Forever.
What brought me to this? How could I be such a coward? I feared death. Now my son is dead. He's dead and I must serve his murderer for all eternity. But if I've learned one thing in my life it is this. Hate is powerful. Hate can hurt. Hate can maim. Hate can kill. I hate Davy Jones. I will kill him. I swear somehow I will find a way to kill him. After all, I have all of eternity to figure out a way to do this.
Okay you can feel free to kill, maim, flame, or otherwise dispose of me at your convenience. Any suggestions you people might have would be appreciated since I am under no illusions about my writing. I know it can be improved a lot. (imitates one of those talking garbage cans at McDonalds) Thank you. Have a nice day.