Chapter 6

Will was terrified. He searched the deck and saw that he had killed two more people, he could barely remember why. Everything was becoming a blurr and he felt the panic in his heart rising to an alarming level. He had to do something fast. It was then he noticed that Barbossa was carrying a pistol, he slowly began maneuvering himself so that the pirate's body was in back of him. Jack didn't seem to notice.

"Why would I need to ask a pirate for forgiveness? I haven't done anything wrong" he stated nervously, as he inched very close to Barbossa's extended legs.

"Still in denial, I see. Really Will, I think you need to come clean as soon as possible. Time grows short and Elizabeth needs you."

This last part stunned Will, he hadn't expected Jack to say such a thing and the shock of it sent him sprawling over Barbossa's legs without him having to act it out. Of course in a way it was ideal because it looked authentic, however, since it wasn't executed as planned he had a bit of an awkward moment before he was able to reach for the pistol. Luckily for him Jack was slow to respond and he was able to grab the pistol even if it was clumsily acquired. Once in his hand he quickly brought himself to his feet and pointed the weapon at Jack.

"All that's required here is to rid the world of lying, deceitful pirates, and I'm about to take care of the last one right now." He clenched his teeth and started to put weight on the trigger, his aim was going to be true, he would be sure of that.

A shot rings out and it reaches its mark.

"I'm sorry Mr Turner, but I told you that Jack Sparrow was going to die at my hand. I had to step in. Drastic situations call for drastic actions."

Will meets Norrington's gaze in disbelief, he hadn't realized that the Commodore had a pistol with him in place of his rifle and did not expect any interference from an injured man who was clearly in a tremendous amount of pain and on the verge of passing out because of it. He opened his mouth to respond, but the Commodore's shot had went straight into his lungs causing the blood to bubble up into his mouth making it increasingly difficult to breathe and speak. Will let his head drop to the deck, realizing that he would be dying on the same ship his father had, but also realizing that maybe he had been wrong about Elizabeth. Maybe she really didn't know what she had done to his father. She seemed to genuinely love him and as Will thought about the times they had spent together he also realized that although they had their moments of tension, she had always been adament about Will's safety. He knew deep in his heart that Elizabeth would never have done what she did if jack had not lead her astray just as Will had been lead now. It was all so clear, but now he was dying and she was already dead, how he wished he could take back all the angry words and tell her he was sorry. A tear spilled out of the corner of his eye as he thought about what he had done to her, behaving rashly and acting out in the way he did not only did he end up taking her life, but he also took two others and now his own was taken from him. He knew what was waiting for him in the afterlife, and he knew Elizabeth wouldn't be there with him.

"I'll be taking that, what with you in your weakened state, Commodore." Jack announced as he reached down and took the gun from Norrington's grasp before he had a chance to use it again.

"Now why don't you be a good little soldier and take a nappy?"

The suggestion of a nap along with the knowledge that he had no defenses was enough encouragement for him to close his eyes and sleep. The sleep would help him, it would slow down his heart rate and reduce the bleeding. He would get the pirate later. Oh yes, that much he would. But for now, dreams called him and the sweet darkness of sleep swept over him taking away the pain of his body and his soul.

Jack was glad Norrington had succumbed to slumber, Jack wasn't really in the mood to save him. He quickly bandaged the Commodore's injuries with some torn clothes and once he was satisfied the bleeding was under control, he turned his attention to Will.

"It's time, William." he whispered as he knelt beside him. "I'll forgive, if you will. Eye for an eye as you say."

In life he had vowed to never turn pirate, but in death he chose to give his soul to one. Of course there was a condition, but by now Will Turner had no problem accepting it. His fate was sealed and he willingly gave his soul to Captain Jack Sparrow.