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Chapter Five

A Cry For Help

While Elizabeth sang herself into depression , Will was deep in thought as he worked in his shoppe. He bearly heard the softly knocking on the door, there , it came again. Putting down his hammer, Will moved to the door , brushing his hands off onto the leather protective apron. Unlatching the old rotting wooden door, he openned it with considerable strength. As Will looked down , he saw a young boy, less than half his height...

Will bent down, and asked, figuring that the boy's father had sent him to place an order,

" Hello son, what order do you have for me today ?"

Will was kneeling infront of the boy

" No Mr. Turner...my father was your master...J. Brown"

" Oh dear..."

Will's mind flew back to the night of the raid by the Black Pearl on Port Royale last year...that night J. Brown had been killed just after will was knocked out cold. He looked back down at the young boy

" What can I do for you son?"

" I want a job"

" Pardon me ? "

" I want to be your apprentice..."

"...How old are you son? "

" I'm 8."

Oh dear lord...the child is not old enough, nor is he tall enough...

Son...I don't--"

" Do not call me son. I am not your child, nor are you my father."

" I'm not trying to take your father's place, he was a good man"

Yeah, a bloody drunk that made me do all of his work...

Are you going to give me a job, or not ?"

Will scratched his head thinking...

"You're not old enogh, or tall enough"

" I want to work !"

" Alright, fine. Do you know ANYTHING about metal ?"

The boy stared blankly at him,

"About heating a forge ?"

Again the boy stared blankly at him

"I'm going to take that as a no...Fine, get in here...I have to finish this order an then I shall start training you..."

4 hours later

" No...Be carefull and don't burn yourOW !"

Will's hand flew to his mouth, just after Adrian , his new apprentice burned his master's hand..

" I told you not to do that !"

Will's voice was muffled by his hand as he "licked his wounds"

" I'll be back..."

He grumbled as he moved out of the shop and into the back room...his pathetic little "appartment" , nothing more than an old shabby bed, a broken chest of drawers, and a water pump..

Coming back some minutes later with a bowl of cold water, Will sat down to watch what Adrian was doing...he put his burnt hand into the water, just so it wouldn't scar--like all of the other times that he had done that to himself...

" Sir, are you going to be alright ?"

" One, don't call me Sir, secondly, I'll be fine, and thirdly--pay attention to your work, not what I am doing..."

Adrian nodded and went back to work, with Will pointing out problems with his work every once in a while, just to help him.

Will sat with his left hand in the bowl of cold water, as he scratched a letter to Jack Sparrow...

Dear Jack,

Its been a long time since I've seen you, and I need your help again.

Elizabeth has been very distant these last few days, and I know not why. She will not even look me in the face,

and I begin to wonder if she no longer loves me, or never did...Perhaps she only wanted to be with me so she wouldn't

have to be with Norrington ? Does it sound all that ridiculas to you ?

I need your help, Jack, I need you to step in and find what the problem is ...I trust you to help me..I can't do this alone and

I don't know what the problem is.

One day she is happy to be with me, smiling and giggling---the next, she can't even look at me...Please, you have to help

us...I need to know what I can do to get to her to love me again...Please Jack...

Sincerely,

William Edward Jonathon TurnerBlacksmith of Port Royale.