Chapter Three. Finally, we get back to Will. I'll switch between them roughly every chapter or so at first, but it'll gradually begin to focus more and more on Will.
Will's Dilema
He didn't know what to do. He honestly didn't. He'd never been so confused in his whole life. Always before, he'd had a clear goal, something to work towards. Becoming a blacksmith. Saving Elizabeth. Always, always the world had been cut and dry. He'd never really had to make a life altering descision before in his life. Things were so easy when you had undead pirates to fight. At least then you knew what you were supposed to do.
What Jack had done… It had simply never happened to him before. It had never even occurred to him, that a man could love another man. It was so far outside his realm of experience that he could barely wrap his head around it. He saw it everywhere, now, of course. It wasn't like any of those who engaged in such things really bothered to hide it. Most of them were sailors or pirates, and no one wanted to go about bothering the sailors or pirates. They were left well enough alone.
But that wasn't really the issue. He could care less about the sexual escapades of men of the sea. He only cared about one of them. One who, as strange as it seemed, appeared to care for him as well. It was such a strange idea, such an odd thing to think, that Jack Sparrow would have feelings for him, that Will marvelled at the fact that he hadn't thought of it before. To Will, Jack Sparrow and strange were synonymous.
Jack loved him. Jack loved him. Like he loved Elizabeth.
He did love Elizabeth, didn't he?
Of course he did. He'd never felt like this about anyone. And besides, ever since he and Elizabeth had gotten together, his life had been like floating on air. Orders were pouring in by the bucket load, so much so that he had been able to afford his own shop. He was guaranteed a lifetime of good, honest work. Life had never been better for him. It was like a sign from God.
But… Despite it all, all his success, in every area imaginable in life… With work, with finances, with an absolutely beautiful wife many a man would kill for…
He was utterly miserable.
He sat down upon his new canvas chair, wearily setting down his shiny new hammer. The shop was dark. Somehow, the shop was always dark. No matter how many lanterns he lit, how brightly the red glow of the forge issued forth from it's gaping pit, the shop was always dark.
"I've gotten everything I've ever wanted." He whispered into the dark. "But maybe…
'Maybe I've wanted all the wrong things."
Elizabeth pressed herself against the smithy wall, forcing her heart to stop pounding quite so loudly. What had he been talking about? Not her, surely? Will loved her. Of course he did. Will had always loved her. And she had always loved him. They were happy.
Weren't they?