Sorry it took me so long to update. It's been rather hectic for me, and life just refuses to sit still while I post. Stupid DRL! (only a few people will get what that stood for, so don't feel bad if you didn't.) Anyway, on a side note, someone asked me why I hated Will!! I DON'T! I love him to death, this is just my way of proving it. (blushes) Oh, and that thing about burning him was just a pathetic attempt to escape flamers. My bad. Enjoy!
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Will's bonds were cut free as he was forced to climb back aboard The Black Pearl. He had never thought to see the ship again, and it felt strange to step on the deck and look around. For a moment, he considered running, but with the many pirates wandering about, undead or not, and water surrounding the ship with no place to hide, his chances of escaping were slim, and the chances of regretting the choice were high. Also, he had told Barbossa that he would serve without any gripe…for the moment, that was.
The looks Turner was receiving from all ends did not make him comfortable at all; quite the opposite in fact. A sick feeling began to make his stomach churn, and he suddenly wished he had let Barbossa slit his throat and get it over with. If he made a break now, would they bother catching him or just kill him on the spot? He barely had time to finish that thought, though, before Barbossa's grinning face came into his vision.
"Now, I've left ye untied, so I trust yer not going to go breaking me faith in ye by running off, will ye?" He asked with a smirk. "Wouldn't do ye no good anyway, so why bother, eh?"
Will clenched his fists. Oh, how he hated this man. Barbossa had killed his father, captured and threatened Elizabeth, and now held him prisoner. If anyone Will knew deserved to die, it was this bloody pirate!
"Ye don't look too happy about this." Barbossa chortled, faking sympathy, than getting a grim face. "Good! Ye've caused us far more trouble than yer worth, and now ye'll pay." He said, than nodded to the pirates standing behind Will. "Take him below."
Will struggled slightly against the bruising grips on his biceps that suddenly appeared, but not for escape. Instead he longed for a free hand to strike out at Barbossa with. How he would love to see that smirk twist as blood ran from the nose above it!
Will was taken back to the cell he knew so well, and locked up again. The crew Jack had gotten stared at him in disbelief. "Glory be…'e's alive!!!!" Will heard one of them mutter, but he just turned away.
Many times the captured pirates tried to start a conversation with him, but Will never replied. Now that the danger had passed, relatively, for him, he was worried about Elizabeth. The last he had seen of her, she had been marooned. He hoped fervently that Jack was taking care of her…but that seemed highly unlikely, knowing Captain Sparrow.
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Time passed. Meager amounts of food were brought down to the prisoners, but Will hardly paid any attention, eating only enough to survive. Food didn't interest him. The only thing that did interest him, in fact, was escape, and Will waited anxiously for any opportunity to arise.
At one point, the crew was removed from their cell, and Will dimly knew that this was a bad omen for them, but he could do nothing but watch. Never would he find out what had happened to his short-time companions, and this question of fate would haunt him the rest of his days.
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He did not know how long he remained in that dismal cell in the belly of the Pearl, but he did know that he wished it had been longer. He did not mind being ignored; preferred it in fact. However, William Turner's luck had run out. Soon, a few from Barbossa's crew came down to retrieve him
They were laughing heartily as they stumbled half-drunkenly down the steps, and Will's heart sank Barbossa had not forgot him after all. Resigned to his fate, he waited quietly, head-down as they unlocked to door to his cell. Still, Will did not raise his head until a foot nudged him hard in the ribs. "The cap'n wants you." The pirate said simply, and Will rose to his feet, ignoring the mocking words they aimed at him as they shoved him up the stairs.
Bright light attacked his senses as he came onto the deck of the Pearl. Will flinched slightly and raised a hand to shield his eyes. Immediately, he wished he had not, as the first thing that greeted his eyes was Barbossa's leering face.
Instantly, Will whole bearing changed. His eyes darkened with rage, and his back became stiff, his hands clenched at his sides. The young man's body fairly burst with fury, but this only made Barbossa laugh. "Calm down, boy." He said between chortles. "Your anger'll do you no good, and it doesn't frighten me none."
"It is not meant to frighten you." Said Will between clenched teeth. "It's merely my reaction to seeing your face, Barbossa." William spat with as much venom as he could muster.
Barbossa shook his head. "Now, Will." He started, throwing an arm over the blacksmith's shoulders. "Is that any way t'be addressing yer cap'n?"
Will shook with the desire to strike the man. "I will never call you captain. I said I would work, and that is all I will do." He said firmly.
Barbossa nodded slowly. "Then you'd better be starting." He said, and suddenly, a bucket of water was thrust into Will's arms, as well as a mop. "Get to scrubbin'!" Barbossa barked in Will's face. Snickering was heard throughout the ship as Will glared at Barbossa. Neither man budged for a good minute.
Finally, Will seemed to give in as he lifted the bucket as if to throw it's contents on the deck to start his task. However, the smirk on the Captain's face soon disappeared as the bucket changed it's path in midair and it's contents came flying towards him, soaking him from his tattered hat to his dirty boots.
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Sorry it's so short, but I have a million other things to update and I just HAD to cut it off there. DON'T KILL ME! *cowers*
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Will's bonds were cut free as he was forced to climb back aboard The Black Pearl. He had never thought to see the ship again, and it felt strange to step on the deck and look around. For a moment, he considered running, but with the many pirates wandering about, undead or not, and water surrounding the ship with no place to hide, his chances of escaping were slim, and the chances of regretting the choice were high. Also, he had told Barbossa that he would serve without any gripe…for the moment, that was.
The looks Turner was receiving from all ends did not make him comfortable at all; quite the opposite in fact. A sick feeling began to make his stomach churn, and he suddenly wished he had let Barbossa slit his throat and get it over with. If he made a break now, would they bother catching him or just kill him on the spot? He barely had time to finish that thought, though, before Barbossa's grinning face came into his vision.
"Now, I've left ye untied, so I trust yer not going to go breaking me faith in ye by running off, will ye?" He asked with a smirk. "Wouldn't do ye no good anyway, so why bother, eh?"
Will clenched his fists. Oh, how he hated this man. Barbossa had killed his father, captured and threatened Elizabeth, and now held him prisoner. If anyone Will knew deserved to die, it was this bloody pirate!
"Ye don't look too happy about this." Barbossa chortled, faking sympathy, than getting a grim face. "Good! Ye've caused us far more trouble than yer worth, and now ye'll pay." He said, than nodded to the pirates standing behind Will. "Take him below."
Will struggled slightly against the bruising grips on his biceps that suddenly appeared, but not for escape. Instead he longed for a free hand to strike out at Barbossa with. How he would love to see that smirk twist as blood ran from the nose above it!
Will was taken back to the cell he knew so well, and locked up again. The crew Jack had gotten stared at him in disbelief. "Glory be…'e's alive!!!!" Will heard one of them mutter, but he just turned away.
Many times the captured pirates tried to start a conversation with him, but Will never replied. Now that the danger had passed, relatively, for him, he was worried about Elizabeth. The last he had seen of her, she had been marooned. He hoped fervently that Jack was taking care of her…but that seemed highly unlikely, knowing Captain Sparrow.
*****
Time passed. Meager amounts of food were brought down to the prisoners, but Will hardly paid any attention, eating only enough to survive. Food didn't interest him. The only thing that did interest him, in fact, was escape, and Will waited anxiously for any opportunity to arise.
At one point, the crew was removed from their cell, and Will dimly knew that this was a bad omen for them, but he could do nothing but watch. Never would he find out what had happened to his short-time companions, and this question of fate would haunt him the rest of his days.
*****
He did not know how long he remained in that dismal cell in the belly of the Pearl, but he did know that he wished it had been longer. He did not mind being ignored; preferred it in fact. However, William Turner's luck had run out. Soon, a few from Barbossa's crew came down to retrieve him
They were laughing heartily as they stumbled half-drunkenly down the steps, and Will's heart sank Barbossa had not forgot him after all. Resigned to his fate, he waited quietly, head-down as they unlocked to door to his cell. Still, Will did not raise his head until a foot nudged him hard in the ribs. "The cap'n wants you." The pirate said simply, and Will rose to his feet, ignoring the mocking words they aimed at him as they shoved him up the stairs.
Bright light attacked his senses as he came onto the deck of the Pearl. Will flinched slightly and raised a hand to shield his eyes. Immediately, he wished he had not, as the first thing that greeted his eyes was Barbossa's leering face.
Instantly, Will whole bearing changed. His eyes darkened with rage, and his back became stiff, his hands clenched at his sides. The young man's body fairly burst with fury, but this only made Barbossa laugh. "Calm down, boy." He said between chortles. "Your anger'll do you no good, and it doesn't frighten me none."
"It is not meant to frighten you." Said Will between clenched teeth. "It's merely my reaction to seeing your face, Barbossa." William spat with as much venom as he could muster.
Barbossa shook his head. "Now, Will." He started, throwing an arm over the blacksmith's shoulders. "Is that any way t'be addressing yer cap'n?"
Will shook with the desire to strike the man. "I will never call you captain. I said I would work, and that is all I will do." He said firmly.
Barbossa nodded slowly. "Then you'd better be starting." He said, and suddenly, a bucket of water was thrust into Will's arms, as well as a mop. "Get to scrubbin'!" Barbossa barked in Will's face. Snickering was heard throughout the ship as Will glared at Barbossa. Neither man budged for a good minute.
Finally, Will seemed to give in as he lifted the bucket as if to throw it's contents on the deck to start his task. However, the smirk on the Captain's face soon disappeared as the bucket changed it's path in midair and it's contents came flying towards him, soaking him from his tattered hat to his dirty boots.
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Sorry it's so short, but I have a million other things to update and I just HAD to cut it off there. DON'T KILL ME! *cowers*