"Bloody...Wizards?"
-Elizabeth Turner
A story of when Pirates meet Wizards
A/N: R & R please!
Chapter Seven: Another Adventure (Will Turner)
He couldn't believe it. It was his father alright. A little bit rotted through here or there. In fact, the physical appearance of his father reminded him of Barbosa.
Will shivered at the thought. He didn't like Barbosa at all, but once again they were chasing after him. He had reluctantly left Elizabeth behind with a note on her bedroom door, the maids had done it for him, but Jack was right. He didn't want to risk losing her again.
Now they were on the Black Pearl, the sun reflecting off of the seawaters and burning them all.
There were so many questions William wanted to ask his father, but he didn't want to interrupt him, as he was talking to Jack at the moment. So all Will could do was sit and stare at him, wondering how he had escaped Davy Jones locker.
Yes, those blasted cursed pirates could "breathe" under water, and it had been ten years between the time that Barbosa's men had taken the treasure and when William had returned it with his own blood. He could only figure that his father had broken the chain somehow and had taken ten years or less to walk the bottom of the ocean, searching for a dry piece of land.
"Are ye going to sit there all day or are you going to help with the sails?" Jack asked, snapping William out of his doze.
"I thought that's why we went to Tortuga a year ago, so you could have a crew," Will shot back, not wanting to be disturbed.
Jack sighed and sat next to Will, "He's your father, mate," he said.
Will looked at him, "I think I could tell that for myself, thanks," he said, becoming quite irritated at the pirate.
"Look at him, struggling with the ropes and what-not. The poor bastard's not been on a ship in near ten years."
Will glared at him, "He's sitting on a barrel smoking his pipe."
Jack looked down for a moment, then stood up, "Well, you could at least talk to him," and with that he went down below deck.
Will sighed and knew Jack was right, but for some reason he couldn't talk to his father. It was almost physically impossible for him.
Before he could stand up and make his way over to Bootstrap, he had gotten up, put his pipe out and sat next to William.
"Ye had a ceremony today with a special woman," he said, stowing his pipe into his coat.
Will nodded.
"You shouldn't have let me interrupt it," his father went on, looking from Will, who was staring at the ground, out to the sea.
"It's a little too late to be saying that," Will calmly said.
His father hesitated before changing the subject, "So…a blacksmith is the profession my son chose. Not exactly respectable…"
"And yours was?" Will asked, looking Bootstrap straight in the eyes for the first time since they'd been in the shoppe.
"Got to make a living some how," he said, "Still have that old medallion?" he asked.
"The one you sent me when I was seven?" he asked, "The Cortez medallion?"
"Aye, that'd be the one," he heavily said as if the memory brought him pain.
Will looked back to the ground, "I lost it the day they sacked our ship. Elizabeth took it. We returned it a year ago, it was the last one out there and Jack killed Barbosa."
"Killed? Then why is it we're going after him?"
"His monkey."
"Aye, the monkey," Bill said, a smile forming on his face, "No one was too fond of it."
"Jack must've taken a piece out and put it in Barbosa's hand."
"Jack?"
"That's what Barbosa named the monkey. Did you not know that?"
"No, they sent me down before Barbosa ever decided to name him."
His father was silent for a moment, "Is she pretty?" he asked.
Will felt a smile form at his lips despite himself, "The most beautiful woman I've ever seen," he answered.
"Jack tells me you almost lost her to Barbosa once," he continued, clearly trying to make small-talk with his son.
"She gave my name as hers, on accident of course. She didn't know they needed your blood to lift the curse they set upon themselves. They assumed she was your daughter."
"Sounds like a brave young woman to me."
"How did you get out of the ocean?" Will suddenly asked before he could stop himself. He had wanted to ask that question ever since he'd decided his father really was alive.
Bootstrap's mouth turned up into a large grin, "That's a story I'll be tellin me grandchildren. And what an adventure that was, lad. What a great adventure that was."
