Gibbs seemed to brighten his look. "Ah! Well, now you be askin'
more chipper questions, Young Turner. This be a legend among pirates
today. But first answer me this: Why does a pirate stay a pirate?"
Will answered rather quickly, "Greed."
Gibbs shook his head, "Nay, Turner. It may start out that way, but a good pirate is in the biz for one reason, and one reason only."
Will waited for the reason, so when none came he asked, "What?"
Gibbs smiled. "They like it." Will did not like this explanation. He still hadn't come to terms with the fact that his father had been a notorious pirate. "Did ya not ever wonder why Jack Sparrow's still sailing about? He's as rich as a king now, but he just keeps his swag in the cave and sails about, dabbling in it only when he needs to. The best pirates do this. They hide their treasure and only take what they need, when they need it. Well, Bootstrap he did just that, but his treasure was great. He'd been in the business for thirty years, your pop, and he only spent his swag on repairs, provisions, and he sent home money to yer mum. Everything else he saved. His treasure is a legend, and no one, not even his crew knows where it is hidden, 'cept, ofcourse, that cursed girl, Madisyn. It's said she even drew the map for Bootstrap Bill. And let me tell ya somethin', Bill's treasure must be ten times that of Barbossa's. Bill was the best pirate to ever live, and he collected for thirty years."
Will wasn't really interested in treasure. Besides, it had been stolen, but if Bill's treasure was bigger than Barbossa's, he'd love to see it.
He had to tell himself he only wanted to see it. That he didn't want to take it. That it wasn't his. That he wouldn't be in a better situation to care for Elizabeth if he had it. That he wasn't a pirate.
Still, the idea of the treasure was overwhelming and appealing.
Will walked home that night alone, leaving Gibbs with another tankard of ale. His mind was fixed on the treasure, a fact that disturbed him greatly.
* * * * * * * * * *
Will arrived home just as the sun began to rise. Elizabeth was awake and sitting near the front door. Her worried face quickly faded to relief when he walked in. She rushed to him and threw her arms around his neck.
Surprised, he pulled her away, "What's wrong, Elizabeth?"
She smiled, "Nothing, I just woke up and you weren't there. I was afraid you had left."
Will was a little confused, "Left? Why would I leave? I love you."
Elizabeth didn't voice her true worry, but simply said, "New wife worries, I suppose. Where did you go then?"
Will pulled Elizabeth into the sitting room and retold his entire dream and meeting with Mr. Gibbs. Elizabeth listened intently, but looked very grim. After he finished she asked, "Do you think Madisyn is alive?"
Will shrugged, "Maybe. But if she is she could be anywhere in the world. Why?"
Elizabeth shivered, "I also had a dream, Will. I had a dream that you and Jack Sparrow were going in search of a woman named Madisyn. That you were leaving me to find her. That was why I was afraid you had left."
Will didn't say anything. The dreams were more than dreams, he knew this now. But what could he do?
"What are you going to do?" Elizabeth asked. "Do you want to find her? I'm sure, if she is still alive, she could tell you quite a bit about your father, and that treasure."
"Find her?" Will repeated. "How could I find her. She could be anywhere. I'd need a ship and provision, and lead as to where she is would help."
Their conversation was suddenly interrupted when a knock came to the door.
Will answered rather quickly, "Greed."
Gibbs shook his head, "Nay, Turner. It may start out that way, but a good pirate is in the biz for one reason, and one reason only."
Will waited for the reason, so when none came he asked, "What?"
Gibbs smiled. "They like it." Will did not like this explanation. He still hadn't come to terms with the fact that his father had been a notorious pirate. "Did ya not ever wonder why Jack Sparrow's still sailing about? He's as rich as a king now, but he just keeps his swag in the cave and sails about, dabbling in it only when he needs to. The best pirates do this. They hide their treasure and only take what they need, when they need it. Well, Bootstrap he did just that, but his treasure was great. He'd been in the business for thirty years, your pop, and he only spent his swag on repairs, provisions, and he sent home money to yer mum. Everything else he saved. His treasure is a legend, and no one, not even his crew knows where it is hidden, 'cept, ofcourse, that cursed girl, Madisyn. It's said she even drew the map for Bootstrap Bill. And let me tell ya somethin', Bill's treasure must be ten times that of Barbossa's. Bill was the best pirate to ever live, and he collected for thirty years."
Will wasn't really interested in treasure. Besides, it had been stolen, but if Bill's treasure was bigger than Barbossa's, he'd love to see it.
He had to tell himself he only wanted to see it. That he didn't want to take it. That it wasn't his. That he wouldn't be in a better situation to care for Elizabeth if he had it. That he wasn't a pirate.
Still, the idea of the treasure was overwhelming and appealing.
Will walked home that night alone, leaving Gibbs with another tankard of ale. His mind was fixed on the treasure, a fact that disturbed him greatly.
* * * * * * * * * *
Will arrived home just as the sun began to rise. Elizabeth was awake and sitting near the front door. Her worried face quickly faded to relief when he walked in. She rushed to him and threw her arms around his neck.
Surprised, he pulled her away, "What's wrong, Elizabeth?"
She smiled, "Nothing, I just woke up and you weren't there. I was afraid you had left."
Will was a little confused, "Left? Why would I leave? I love you."
Elizabeth didn't voice her true worry, but simply said, "New wife worries, I suppose. Where did you go then?"
Will pulled Elizabeth into the sitting room and retold his entire dream and meeting with Mr. Gibbs. Elizabeth listened intently, but looked very grim. After he finished she asked, "Do you think Madisyn is alive?"
Will shrugged, "Maybe. But if she is she could be anywhere in the world. Why?"
Elizabeth shivered, "I also had a dream, Will. I had a dream that you and Jack Sparrow were going in search of a woman named Madisyn. That you were leaving me to find her. That was why I was afraid you had left."
Will didn't say anything. The dreams were more than dreams, he knew this now. But what could he do?
"What are you going to do?" Elizabeth asked. "Do you want to find her? I'm sure, if she is still alive, she could tell you quite a bit about your father, and that treasure."
"Find her?" Will repeated. "How could I find her. She could be anywhere. I'd need a ship and provision, and lead as to where she is would help."
Their conversation was suddenly interrupted when a knock came to the door.
