WOOOOOW. I'm sorry for the long wait. Plus, this chapter is absolutely terrible, but it was all I could think of. Meh.
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Will stumbled over the keys on the keyboard, obviously confused. "Okay…so it's, C D F G E A B C? No…C D E F G A B C…? Yes, that's it!" he hit the keys with his fingers, enjoying the sound he made.
Will sat back and studied the piano carefully. "Okay…every eight keys, it starts out with the same note….so if I play this here, like this, than…" he played a C, and the same note, except an octave lower, at the same time. Will smiled, pleased to have figured something out. "A harmony," Will said softly, remembering the term Jack had used when referring to the notes. He played all the notes in a harmony, going up and down. Grinning and slightly giddy, he poked all of the keys on the piano, one by one, until he got the end. Then he dragged his hand along them.
He pressed his palms flat onto the keys, creating a horrible noise. He quickly withdrew his hands and the sound stopped. He poked around with the keys for a while more before going out into the evening. He sighed in contentment, letting the cool air rush over him. He decided to take a walk around town--I might even stop in to say hello to Mr. Brown, he thought wryly, imagining the look on his master's face when he saw his apprentice as the governor's son-in-law.
He pulled his jacket closer to him and started down the front yard, taking in the familiar sights. He nearly laughed to himself as, for an instant; he compared Tortuga to Port Royal. Will felt a smile play upon his lips as he remembered the rough-and-tumble pirate town. The whores, the taverns, the stench of rum all seemed so real to him. But, he decided, Port Royal was a much safer place to be. In the governor's house, surrounded by maids and an entire naval fleet, it felt more protected than having to watch one's back every second.
Will stopped when he came to his old smithy. He gazed fondly at the dirty, worn sign and the grimy windows. He peered through them, wiping at the mud from their surface, and caught a few glimpses of the sword racks and bellows. He was so engrossed in reliving his memories that he didn't notice the heavy footsteps behind him. "'Ello, there," the drunken voice slurred. Will stiffened.
He turned around slightly, and a burly man who was obviously drunk was staggering up to him. "Wha' is a pretty l'il bitch like you doin' wanderin' out so late at night?" he leered, and Will felt his face heat up. The man laughed. "Come 'ere, little whore, I'll bugger you real nicely." Will felt fear rise up in him as the man drew closer. He backed up and backed up until his back rubbed against the rough wood. The man pinned him to the wall, and Will struggled to get free. But it was no use. This man was stronger, bigger. Will was, for the first time, completely helpless.
Will shut his eyes tight, afraid to see what was happening. He felt the man's rough mouth hastily crash into his own; and Will gagged on the tongue that was shoved in between his lips. He pushed the man, struggling to get free, but in annoyance, the man simply tore off his shirt, exposing Will's chest. The man ran his hands over the pale skin, feeling it as he kissed Will. The blacksmith shuddered. The man's hands were cold and bruising; Will felt sick to his stomach and bit the man's tongue as a result. He pulled back, spitting out blood.
"You l'il bitch," the man snarled, raising a hand to strike Will. He shrank back, shutting his eyes tight, waiting for the sting of the blow. But it never came. Will opened one eyes slowly, and Jack was banging the man over his head with the hilt of his sword. He turned and saw Will, and his kohl-rimmed eyes widened. Will blushed and looked down, feeling embarrassed by his bare chest and the large, scattered purple welts that he saw forming on his skin.
Jack walked over to Will and removed his coat, draping it over the younger man's shoulders. Will was shivering, his mind reeling and his heart racing in an adrenaline-induced panic. Jack looked at Will softly, murmuring to him. "S'okay, mate. S'okay. Just Jack now. Just Jack." Will looked up at him tearfully, then, momentarily blinded by his fear, he buried his face into Jack's chest, throwing his arms around his neck. "Jack, I--I--" he whispered, his voice choking. Jack returned the embrace, his arms around Will's waist. He rubbed small circles into the blacksmith's back. "S'okay, Will," he said quietly.
Will nodded, taking a deep breath and getting up on shaky feet. With Jack's coat still around him, and his arm around Will's shoulders, they began the agonizingly slow walk to the governor's mansion.
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(sobs) I have failed. Not only did I make Will a pathetic little boy, I made one of the most over-used clichés in history, in my opinion. If all of you want to slap me now, I will let you. Because I've already slapped myself. Repeatedly. Mentally, of course. .
I have an idea for chappie 4. They might get together in that one…I suck at prolonging romantic tension XD
See you all then, lovies, see you all then.