Wow, it's been ages! And I am very, very sorry to you all for being so annoying and not updating. Any way's, because I am so very, very nice, I'm going to try and put two updates up now.

Oh, and just a note, I'm doing something strange with Will's character in this chapter, that isn't really like him. But for the benefit of this story it needs to be there.

Confrontation

Will didn't know how he managed to sneak into the prison, down into the cells. He could only put it down to the repair works that were taking place about the town. But once he was down in the cells, and noticed most of them were empty, he realized that there probably wouldn't be a guard there anyway.

"If it weren't for you, the Pearl would still be mine!" Will heard a voice from one of the far cells.

"Even if I hadn't played a part in your mutiny, you would be cursed, just like me and everyone else on that god-forsaken ship, and you probably would have sailed in here like we did and blown this place sky high!" Another voice spoke.

"I wouldn't have had to sail into this port and blow it sky high, if you hadn't committed mutiny, and then out of guilt, sent off a piece of the gold to that son of yours, who you still don't even know still lives here!" The first voice spoke again.

"But he does. They all still do. I saw them, I was hiding in the alley opposite the house when they caught me…William!" The second man, who Will could only identify as his father spotted him, lunging for the bars separating them, reaching his arms out.

Will looked to the other man. He had a head of matted locks of brown hair down just past his shoulders, with a red bandana holding it all off his face, and pieces of chain and other odd trinkets hanging from it. He looked absolutely filthy, and wasn't looking at either Will or his father, instead sort of out into nowhere.

"William, did you receive my gift?" Will's father asked, still reaching out for his eldest son.

Will looked down at his father, hatred filling his body. This was the man who had left it impossible for him, or any of his brothers to marry well. This was the man who had abandoned everyone in this town after spending years trying to prove his worth as the husband to one of the daughters of one of the most respectable men in Port Royal. This was his father, who now looked to be more the spindly remains of what had been a human being.

"The gold?" Will asked, eyeing the second man, noticing he was listening.

"Yes. You did. Protect it William. Do not leave it…" his voice trailed off when Will pulled the medallion he had received, and the medallion he found from a pocket, holding them out for his father too see.

"I will not protect something Pirates are searching for." Will said, allowing his anger to be heard, throwing the trinkets to the floor, landing close to his father's knees.

"William, do you know what will happen if those pirates find them, and you? Do you realise what will happen when they realise another piece of gold is missing?" Will's father looked frightened, as he stopped reaching desperately for his son, picking up the medallions and holding them for him to see.

"I can only guess; they will assume you abandoned them, taking another medallion with you, and giving them another reason to attack this port."

"No!" Will's father stood up sharply, making Will realise how tall he was. "They are cursed men."

"Who evidently don't want to be any more." The second man began talking. "I say, William," he stood, ambling with a drunk-man's walk, towards where the two Turners were. "The Pirates of the Black Pearl are immortal; which means that they cannot die. Now, that, and I assume you believe it as I do, is not a good fact of life, especially when you hold the key to them escaping immortality."

Will stared at the second man, at his beard which was braided on either side of his chin, and the many trinkets and odd objects adorning him. "Why did you send me this?" Will turned to his father, pointing to the medallions.

"Those pirates committed the worst sin a pirate can commit." The second man spoke, walking back to the bench he had been sitting on before.

Will's father stared after the second man, before turning back to his son. "That there," he pointed in the direction of the man, "is who I used to call Captain Jack Sparrow. But of course, that was before other members of his former crew, under his former First Mate decided they didn't want him to be Captain any more. I didn't want to play a part in the mutiny, leaving him to die on some island in the middle of the Caribbean sea. So, when we found this legendary cursed treasure, we being pirates, could not help ourselves. When I discovered the curse, I was upset. Those pirates, we deserve to be cursed, so I sent a piece of the gold to you, because I hoped that they would never find you, and also I thought you may have returned to England, in which case, it would then be sent on."

"But I'm here. And you're here. And I found this second medallion the night your fellow crewmembers were here." Will retorted.

"Oh wonderful, Barbossa and co. can return to this dump of a town, ravage it again and properly kill everyone." Jack Sparrow spoke, and Will noticed he pulled his hat onto his head, and down low, covering his eyes.

"So what can be done to prevent that from happening?" Will asked.

"Nothing." Will's father sighed. "My part in lifting the curse has been played."

"I thought you said they needed all these medallions – how many are there?" Will retorted.

"882." Jack responded instantly.

"Yes, they do. But they also need blood, of every man who ever took a piece of gold from the chest they were kept in. And I have done that, but they must never get a hold of these medallions, Will. Never!"

"These pirates, immortal you say. What happens years from now, when they are still ravaging ports searching for these? What happens when I am dead?"

"You wait for the opportune moment to lift the curse." Will looked up, jumping back slightly when he noticed Jack standing close to him.

Will looked at him curiously, hoping he would continue. When he didn't he realized he was going to have to ask. "What do you mean, 'opportune moment'?"

Jack smiled at him through the bars. "I have a pistol with one shot, and I have every intention to leave that one shot imbedded in the heart of the man who lead my mutiny. At the same time you have the Royal Navy somewhere nearby, waiting."

Will shook his head. "I have no influence over the navy. But you can by all means lead them right to it."

At this Sparrow looked at him as though he were a fool, before looking to the bars separating them. "Oh that's a wonderful plan. Look at me, I'm stuck in here and the bloody key ran off."

Will ignored him, turning back to his father. "Why did you come back here? Was it see just what your desertion has done to the family you left behind?"

His father, who had returned to his knees at some point during the conversation, looked up at Will softly. "It was either stay here or find myself on the bottom of the ocean." He responded.

Will nodded, not understanding that logic, but stepping away. "You're despicable. Not that I expected anything else." He added, more as an afterthought. "Did you think that by staying here, whilst you might be escaping one thing, you were gaining something that you lost? Do you realise how your absence has affected us? Myself and my brothers? My mother? I despise you." He slammed his hand against the bars separating him from his father, turning on his heel.

"Will, William wait!" His father called, his voice following Will out of the jail. You are a Turner. Remember what Turners are! We are fighters! We do not lay down when what we want is to far from our grasp!"

Outside the Jail, Will leaned against the stone wall, his breath heaving, despite his confusion at why that was so. He hadn't exercised himself to the point of exhaustion, yet he could not control his lungs. At the same time, his father's words about Turner's being fighters were still ringing in his ears.

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