Will didn't return to bed that night. Instead he silently got
dressed and left, leaving Elizabeth with nothing more than kiss on the
check. He headed for a tavern by the name of the Blue Eel. Will wasn't
much of a drinker, especially so early in the morning, so when he entered
he walked by the barmaid and headed toward the darkest corner in the room.
The spot was already occupied; fortunately it was by the very man Will
wanted to see.
"Oh, young Turner, what brings ye to the Blue Eel so early in the day?" Mr. Gibbs asked. He was clearly drunk, but then again, when wasn't he?
"I just wanted to talk." He said.
It had been a year since Will first met Mr. Gibbs. Almost immediately after Mr. Gibbs fell into some wealth, bought this tavern, and has barely left since. He was happy.
"Aye, a right good time for it, too. What ye be yearnin' to talk about?"
"You knew my father, right?" Will asked, not sure yet whether to jump into his dream, or keep it too himself.
"Aye, I knew 'im. Good man. Great pirate." Will couldn't help but to think he'd heard that before.
"Well, can you tell me anything about his crew when Barbossa killed him?"
Gibbs looked at Turner strangely. "Don't know why you'd want ta know about them. They were the worst sort. Some fought loyally with Ol' Bootstrap, but most boarded boats and fled the second they saw the Pearl approach."
"What about a little girl? Her name would be Madisyn." Mr. Gibbs went pale. He seemed to have sobered in a second after Will mentioned the name.
"Where you done hear that name, young Turner?"
"Around." Will said casually. He decided that he didn't want to go into the details of the dream, or even mention it for that matter.
"That not be a name one just hears around, Will. It be the name of a cursed girl Ol' Bootstrap took a likin' to. She was the daughter of a female pirate, a dangerous one by the name of Lucky Ann, but don't let 'er name go and fool ya, this pirate was cursed. An old family curse that no one can seem to get rid of. She was the unluckiest person ever. Ever hear the sayin' 'It's bad luck to have a woman aboard.'? Well, with Lucky Ann it was true. Only a select few sailed with her. Yer father bein' one of them. Well, Ann got pregnant and died during birth. Bootstrap felt terrible so he took charge of little Madisyn." Gibbs leaned closer and lowered his voice to a whisper. "I'll tell you this, if he'd dropped that kid off at the nearest port I'd bet my life that Bootstrap would still be alive."
Will was in a slight state of shock. He had secretly hoped that Madisyn had been a creation of his own mind. But now that she was real (or had been at one point) he had just stepped into something just as strange as the curse of the Black Pearl. But there was one final thing he had to ask.
"Do you know anything about Bootstrap and a map?"
"Oh, young Turner, what brings ye to the Blue Eel so early in the day?" Mr. Gibbs asked. He was clearly drunk, but then again, when wasn't he?
"I just wanted to talk." He said.
It had been a year since Will first met Mr. Gibbs. Almost immediately after Mr. Gibbs fell into some wealth, bought this tavern, and has barely left since. He was happy.
"Aye, a right good time for it, too. What ye be yearnin' to talk about?"
"You knew my father, right?" Will asked, not sure yet whether to jump into his dream, or keep it too himself.
"Aye, I knew 'im. Good man. Great pirate." Will couldn't help but to think he'd heard that before.
"Well, can you tell me anything about his crew when Barbossa killed him?"
Gibbs looked at Turner strangely. "Don't know why you'd want ta know about them. They were the worst sort. Some fought loyally with Ol' Bootstrap, but most boarded boats and fled the second they saw the Pearl approach."
"What about a little girl? Her name would be Madisyn." Mr. Gibbs went pale. He seemed to have sobered in a second after Will mentioned the name.
"Where you done hear that name, young Turner?"
"Around." Will said casually. He decided that he didn't want to go into the details of the dream, or even mention it for that matter.
"That not be a name one just hears around, Will. It be the name of a cursed girl Ol' Bootstrap took a likin' to. She was the daughter of a female pirate, a dangerous one by the name of Lucky Ann, but don't let 'er name go and fool ya, this pirate was cursed. An old family curse that no one can seem to get rid of. She was the unluckiest person ever. Ever hear the sayin' 'It's bad luck to have a woman aboard.'? Well, with Lucky Ann it was true. Only a select few sailed with her. Yer father bein' one of them. Well, Ann got pregnant and died during birth. Bootstrap felt terrible so he took charge of little Madisyn." Gibbs leaned closer and lowered his voice to a whisper. "I'll tell you this, if he'd dropped that kid off at the nearest port I'd bet my life that Bootstrap would still be alive."
Will was in a slight state of shock. He had secretly hoped that Madisyn had been a creation of his own mind. But now that she was real (or had been at one point) he had just stepped into something just as strange as the curse of the Black Pearl. But there was one final thing he had to ask.
"Do you know anything about Bootstrap and a map?"
