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Chapter Thirteen

The Creeking in the Boards

Will raced from the Captain's Cabin, looking as though he had seen a ghost. He ran passed Jack as fast as he could, carrying the dress.

" 'Old yer 'orses boy !"

Will stopped running, though he didn't want to ... He was pale and shaking.

" What's wrong boy, yeh look like yeh've seen a ghost "

" Very nearly, Jack. Why didn't you tell me about that room ?"

Jack's carefree mood seemed to change...he grew darker, his eyes narrowed

" What room, boy ?"

Will knew he shouldn't of gone into the room, he knew he shouldn't of...but he did.

" The one that was blocked off from the captain's cabin..Ethel's old room."

" You got in? "

" Aye...I found the key in you rum cache..."

Jack did not seem happy. His eyes were dark, and the tone in his voice was changed, he was truly mad at Will, and Will had never seen him like this. Sure , Jack and him didn't get along on some occasions, but Jack had never been truly agry with him, not even when he hit him with the oare, and left him in the cavern with Barbossa...but now he truly was angry.

" Will tha' room is locked off fer a reason ! Its not ta be touched unless absolutely necessary ! Will tha' room was ta be kept the way it was, as Ethel and Bill's memorial !"

Will stood, wide eyed, amazed at how Jack was yelling at him.

" Jack I'm sorry, I didn't know I -- "

Jack sighed, rubbing his eyes.

" Yeh're right boy, yeh didn' know. I cannot blame yeh for doing what I would do if I didn't know...But you disturbed the piece aboard this ship ! Yeh've wakened somthing that shouldna been woken, not yet"

" What have I done ? What have I done, you've been into the room, and so has Barbossa, why wasn't I to go in ?"

" Because, only yeh could awaken it, and yeh've done just that. Now get on back ta Elizabeth, before she comes lookin' fer yeh. Go boy, go"

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Will walked below, alone in a dark part of the ship, he was tired, and he needed to be alone, and everything made him uneasy. He was walking, aimlessly down the dark corridor. There was nothing down here, nothing to find, nothing to do, nothing to distract, and that was the way he liked it--or so he thought.

Something caught his attention, in the darkness of the hall, or in the darkness of his mind, he heard footsteps behind him. At first, it didn't bother him, it was probably just one of the crew moving about. But the footsteps didn't seem earthly. They were hollow, echoing , in a small corridor, where nothing would echo, and that bothered him. Greatly.

Turning around, his dark hair flying out of it's tie, Will searched the darkness for Jack , Elizabeth, or anyone else for that matter.

" Who is here ?"

There was no answer, not one in the darkness of the corridor. Perhaps he was just imagining it all , or perhaps not... The steps started again, growing louder and louder, the boards creeking. It came to the point, that footsteps were beside him. Will, looking the side, saw no one at all. Growing more and more fightened, he sped up, and ran from the corridor, back up and out the way he had come, the steps followed not.

With no time to think, Will kept running, he had to tell Jack and Elizabeth, that something was wrong, desperately wrong. He explained, he really did, or at least he tried to.

" William hunny, you're imagining things."

Elizabeth touched his arm lovingly,

" Elizabeth, darling, I wasn't hearing things -- well I heard something, but I wasn't imagining it ! There's something or someone aboard this ship , something or someone that wasn't here before, there's something trapped on this ship, something that is evil."

Elizabeth seemed frightened, but she didn't truly believe anything was there. Jack didn't either, he just looked at Will.

" Yeh be over reactin' mate, yer mind's thinki' to 'ard on what happened earlier."

Jack got up and left them.

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Jack soon though, had an encounter of his own. He was pacing in his cabin. The door of the other room had been closed, but left unlocked. As Jack paced, he heard something, footsteps, they sounded -- wet... Jack went to his door, and peered out at the crew, they were all working, and all of them were dry, there went his theory of someone falling into the water. The footsteps grew louder, growing closer, the leather of the boots that whoever it was that was making the footsteps, was squeeking, wet.

Growing greatly disturbed, Jack looked around, all over for the cause of the sound that he was hearing. That's when his attention turned to the room that had been blocked off, the original captain's cabin, the room that William Turner had opened up. It was there that the footsteps were coming from. Although that Jack knew that no one could of gotten in without his knowing, he still gingerly walked up to the door. He knocked, so that if someone was in there, they would know he was on the other side. Not that it made a difference. He opened the door a crack and peered in...there was no one there...and Jack started to believe Will's words...

He ran to Elizabeth and Will, telling of his expierence...Will and Jack grew uneasy, not from fright, but the kind of unease that one feels, when they know something bad is about to happen. Elizabeth, of course, kept trying to tell them, it was just in their heads, yet in her mind, she was growing afraid, possibly, for her life. Yet she kept her head.

" You two are scaring yourself needlessly. I said take a break, drink a rum, and go to sleep for a few hours. It will do you good. Now go so that I may FINALLY get dressed !"

She shooed them out of her cabin.

A storm was coming in, the sky was darkening. The window was open, and few candles that Elizabeth had alite, were blown out, as lightning flashed for the first time.

She paid no need to it. It was just a storm after all. Gingerly, with care, she pulled off the one piece of clothing she had on, her night shift. Taking her time, she pulled on the plum gown's shift, lacing the bodice closed around her breasts. With gently care she laced up the three quarter sleeves, having difficutly doing her right side, for her left arm was not so good. She lifted the plum gown, it looked purple in this darkened light... She placed it on the floor, stepping into it, and pulling it up on her right side first with her right arm, really rather difficult, but she got it up, following it with her left side. Elizabeth took the clasps on the front and closed them. She pulled the pin out from her have pompadour styled hair, letting her honey locks fall down upon her shoulders as she looked in the full length mirror.

Stepping back slightly from the mirror, Elizabeth smoothed out the dress, smoothing the plum silk taffeta as she looked in the mirror, moving the low collar of her dress to better compliment her chest, yes , although she knew no one cared, and though it didn't matter to her, she wanted Will to look at her, and be pleased at what he saw, though he would be no matter how she looked. She sighed at her reflection, not liking it...looking around, she found a few hankerchiefs, and she prayed that no one would catch on. She slipped them into her bodice, in her shift, under her breasts, trying to make herself look bigger. She looked back into the mirror, and straightened her chest slightly, so it didn't look quite so obvious. She smoothed out the dress again, making sure that she looked just perfect for Will, but she looked up, and saw someone in the mirror behind her. A woman.

A woman with dark hair, it fell in three ringlets, two in the front, and one in the back, the rest of it was gathered up in a bun at the back of her head. He hair fell to her hips, and she was a tall woman, taller than Elizabeth, by just a little. Her skin was pale, and she was quite obviously british, but her skin had been kissed by the sun, even if only just a little. Her eyes were blue-grey and cold. She was wearing a dress of midnight blue and silver brocade.

" That's mine"

Elizabeth spun around , scared she looked out at the dark room, yet saw nothing. Sighing, finding the scares that Jack and Will had had, were getting to her, she turned back around.

" Give it back."

Elizabeth turned around again, terrified. Lightning flashed, lighting up a woman sitting in a dark corner, a glare upon her hardend face. Elizabeth's jaw fell open, and she screamed, but a hand was laid over her mouth...

1.

Will laid on the bed in another cabin, trying to rest, but he couldn't...he just couldn't. He knew something was wrong, he could feel it, and no one could tell him that he didn't. After all, even Jack knew that something was wrong.

Lightning flashed again, and Will again started to hear the footsteps. He sat up quickly, and looked around. He didn't see anything, but he felt that whoever it was, was in the room with him. Taking no chances with his life, Will got up from the bed, slowly, moving to the door. He hear a click, and the door was locked. It was no use pulling on it, yet he still tried.

" Its locked, William"

The voice was male, it was deep, but it had a farmiliar tone to it, but from where, poor confused and terrified Will knew not.

The lightning flashed again, showing a man standing not but 4 feet from Will. He was tall, just as Will. His hair was dark light night, particially bleached by the sun, and it hanged, just passed his shoulders. His skin was naturaly a tan colour, thought he was british, and it was darker, kissed by the sun. His eyes were brown, and warm, his beard was split and braided, both braids ending in an orange glass or perhaps wooden, bead, and across this man's face, was a hideous scar, it cut, diagonally from his one cheek, across his face, forpassing the nose, cut through his lips, and ended on the opposite side of his chin...the man looked no more than 25 years old, and he looked just like Dear William...