A/N: Oh yes, the name in the parentheses is the pov from which you will be reading. Enjoy!
Chapter Three: Bootstrap Bill (William Turner)
The room was humid due to the hot summer's day and the blazing fire didn't help the matter. Sweat was sliding down his face, mixing with the dirt and ash accomplished from his hard work, sparks flying with every stroke.
A drop of salty sweat slid from his chin and hit the white-hot metal he was shaping and it sizzled, almost immediately evaporating. He took a moment to wipe his forehead.
William Turner froze. Had the shoppe door actually open or had he merely imagined the noise as a result of lack of sleep and working through the night?
There it was again, closing this time.
He turned around, ready to throw his hammer if the intruder was unpleasant, but for a moment he didn't see anyone. A confused expression crossed his face as his eyes swept the area by the door. Then he spotted it.
He let his hand holding the hammer fall to his side and he breathed a sigh of relief as he turned around to continue his work.
"What are you doing here?" he asked, loud enough that he could be heard.
"What gave it away?" Jack asked.
Will turned around to face him, "I asked you first."
"I'm the pirate," Jack reminded him
Will glared at him, "Your hat. I saw it over there," he said, gesturing to some barrels by the door, "I assumed its proprietor was under it."
"Ah, yes. It must've been just visible over the top…" Jack said, more to himself than Will.
"Will you answer my question?" he asked.
"Which one?" Jack smartly asked back, "The one you just asked or the one you asked when I first came in?"
"Both," Will sighed, suddenly feeling exhausted.
"Yes, and your father brings me here."
Will was about to go back to his working, figuring that any news that brought Jack back to Port Royal was not good news, but he stopped and looked at him again.
"My father," Will repeated, wondering if Jack had merely stumbled upon him in his drunken sleep.
"Yes, I believe that's what I just said."
"What about him?" Will asked, now intrigued.
Jack looked as if he were going to say something, but must have thought better of it and said something else, "I would tell you mate, but your fiancée seems to think it's not as important as your marriage today," he said.
"My…today…" said Will, completely lost, truly believing Jack was still asleep. Then it hit him and he felt his stomach drop, his heart beating faster with horror.
"Oh!" he yelled, "Oh no, the wedding's today!" he yelled, dropping the hammer.
Jack raised his eyebrows, "You forgot your own wedding," he stated.
"I can't believe it!" Will continued as if he hadn't heard Jack.
"Well, since your father is not as essential as your marriage, I shant darken your doorstep for the rest of the day. Or night," he said, sweeping his hat off of his head and bowing.
"Wait a minute, you've seen Elizabeth already this morning?" Will asked.
Jack straightened up, but didn't put his hat back on, "Yes, I did."
"She must still be asleep at this hour; you didn't see her out in the town, surely?" Will asked.
Jack shook his head, "No."
"Her father allowed you into his house," Will made it more of a statement than a question.
He shook his head again, "No."
"Where did you see her if she wasn't out and Governor Swann didn't let you in?" Will asked threateningly.
"Simple. I saw where she was and I went there looking for you."
"Where was she?"
"Her bedroom."
Will could feel his eyes widen, "I assume she threw you out. She wouldn't find an action such as that acceptable," Will tried to convince himself.
"Yes, in fact she did. Right out the window."
He could feel himself relax as a smile came over his face, "I thought so."
"But I think you've forgotten why I'm here, Mr. Turner."
"I don't believe you," said Will, quickly turning back to his work and hitting the metal three more times.
"No? Is it because I'm a pirate or…" started Jack.
Will didn't have enough patients for his stupid word games and interrupted him, "It's because I've heard the stories. He was sent down to Davy Jones locker and neer returned," he answered, not turning around.
"Is that so, son?" asked a different…deeper, voice.
William turned around and saw a large man standing next to Jack.
:"Will, this is your father, Bootstrap."
