Medallion: Will's Story
As he shaped the sword into the perfect shape, thickness and length, Will had plenty of time to let his mind wander, since he instinctively knew how long and hard to pound on the hot metal. The recipient of the sword was to be James Norrington, soon to be Commodore Norrington.
Most everybody knew that James had more than his promotion on his mind. It was as easy to see as one of the lanterns in the window across the street. James Norrington wanted a wife. And it was also easy to see that James had already picked the woman he wanted. Will's chest tightened in a painful way as he thought of that woman. Elizabeth. The day they'd found him as a young boy, half drowned and incredibly tired, had resulted in a good life for Will. He had skills and a career as a blacksmith, although some of the higher society frowned upon the completely proper and distant friendship he and Elizabeth shared.
Will still wanted to find his father, although he knew it would be a very hard task. And he wondered what had happened to that medallion, with the intricate designs and skull on the front. A gift from his father, Will had treasured the medallion. More than once, he'd wondered whatever became of it.
He shrugged slightly, and in his mind's eye, saw the medallion mostly covered by sand on the bottom of the ocean, the chain rusting in the salty sea water.
If only he'd known that the true resting place of that cursed medallion was under the fake bottom of a drawer.