(Heylos! I've decided that I am going to create a contest. Now, there will be a prize, but it's rather small, since I don't have money or t-shirts to throw around. XD The prize for winning the contest is that I'll make you a caption with a character of your choice, provided it's from one of the two PotC movies. The caption will be yours to keep and do what you want with it- I won't post it on the captions page. It'll be YOURS XD So. The subject of the contest will be to write a fic about Will's whipping on the Dutchman. It can be humor, angst- anything you wish. If you'd like to join the contest, PM me, and tell me that you would like to join. After that, write up your story, and email it to me. There's really no deadline for entries, but I'll post a message up here when I'm not accepting any more entries. Have fun, and get writing! Hmm, I think I've decided to set the deadline for the 20th of this month. Stories should be sent in on that day. Or, sooner, if you'd like. .)
I watched him that night; watched him in his cell.
He was talking to his father's corpse.
William told his father stories, told him of his life so far- and I heard it all. He told his father how sorry he was, and how he hated me- and I listened.
I left my hiding place, careful to not let him catch sight of me.
I was going to meet with each of my crew in turn, and tell them what they were to do.
I met with Jimmylegs first. I told him that he was to give Will the hardest jobs, and to make sure that he was always put on kraken-calling duty. Jimmylegs laughed, knowing how Will would hate that, calling the Kraken onto innocents.
Then I met with Maccus, and told him to sabotage Will's working attempts as often as he could.
Clanker- I gave him a fun one. He was to do two things. The first was to report to me whenever anything happened regarding William.
The second- well, the second was to be revealed soon enough.
Young Mr. William Turner would not be having an easy time on my crew/
And, oh, how I was going to enjoy it.
(I know, I know- short update. But worry not, the fun starts soon. Or, unfun, as it were. O.o Oh, and by the way, I'm determined that the endng to this story will not be a happy one. It just won't work any other way.)