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Chapter 9

Will and Willy

"Shall I lead the way?" Willy looked once more at the girl standing in front of him. "Yeah." She started walking and he followed at a respectable distance.

She stopped in front of a tavern and he almost ran into her. She sort of reminded him of his elevator. He giggled at his comparison of a woman and an elevator.

Elizabeth looked at him strangely, "Are you quite all right?" "No." He laughed nervously. The hot Tortuga sun was getting to him.

"Will and I rented a room for a few nights, we can talk in there." "Kay." She opened the door to the tavern and they were greeted by scantily clad women and drunks.

"Ew." Willy stopped in the doorway. "I am not going in there kay? I worked far too hard to make myself resemble a clean person and then to go in there and ruin it? Ew, I don't think so."

This was not the Captain Elizabeth knew and tolerated. She had to get Will. "Well, you can wait out here and I could get Will."

Mr Wonka was agitated to say the very least. He was outside, where it was sunny and bright. Although his eyes easily adjusted to this he felt his eyeballs could burn right out of their sockets. Not having his goggles on made him nervous. Many things made him nervous actually.

Like the fact he was sweating, and finding himself dirtier and dirtier. Everyone wanted to touch him, and there were no bathrooms.

"Is your room dirty?" She looked insulted, "No, it is not." "Okay." Willy thought for a moment. He had to choose the lesser of two evils.

Run through the crowd and risk touching one of these people, or stay out here in the bright, hot, making me perspire, sun? He chose the former.

"I will go with you. But we have to hurry. Because I really don't want to accidently brush up against one of these," Willy hesitated and looked around, "People. Kay?"

Elizabeth nodded and pushed her way through the crowd, making a way for Mr Wonka. An action for which he was exceedingly grateful.

When they had reached the top of the stairs, she knocked and then opened the door. Willy saw a rather young man sitting at a table looking over a piece of paper.

"Hello, Jack." Will came over and extended his hand. Willy put his hand out, thought better of it, extended his fingers, then retracted them into his palm. "Hello." He attempted to smile.

Will bent over to Elizabeth and whispered in her ear. She shook her head and focused her attention back to Mr Wonka.

"Jack, we were wondering if we might go aboard with you on the Pearl." Willy made his way over to the bed, pulled his sleeve over his hand, brushed it off and sat down.

"Okay." They looked to each other in utter confusion. "Don't you want to know why?" Will asked. "I don't see how it really matters." Willy took in the decor, and thought it left a lot to be desired.

"What are you wearing Jack?" It took Will Turner quite a long time to notice his friends' apparel. Mr Wonka had heard enough about his clothes.

"You know, you really shouldn't mumble. I've had bad experiences with mumblers, kay?" "I didn't mumble." "What? You really should stop that. I can not understand a single word."

Will was becoming agitated. Willy would have walked off to avoid confrontation, but he had no where to go. "Jack, I did not mumble."

Mr Wonka just sat there, tapping his fingers on his knees. "I said I did not mumble." Will was yelling and Elizabeth punched him in the shoulder. "Ow." Willy laughed.

Will was just about to draw his sword for a very unnecessary fight when he saw Jack did not have his effects. "You're not Jack are you?"