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Rehabilitating Will	By : Faline Category: Pirates of the Caribbean (All) > General Views: 6943 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own the Pirates of the Caribbean movie series, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

Chapter List
- 1-Reunion
- 2-In a Room of Nightly Pleasures
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Chapter Two: Reunion
The pounding was never-ending in the world of Will Turner. It seemed like the days he�d
spent in his room were ceaseless in their fervor. And always the pounding.
He could see the blade. The red hot metal as he pounded it and folded it over and over
again, forging it and strengthening the Toledo steel. The endless repetition that once
soothed his soul now haunted his mind.
He opened his eyes, hoping that maybe his surroundings could wrench him from his
thoughts. But, all he saw were her eyes. Those last moments, as she smiled up at him, her
face pale with the life that was gone. Those eyes though, they spoke volumes. They told
him what she couldn�t say himself.
�Go Will. Live your life. I love you, but just go.�
It was the same thing she told him before the last seizure took her speech. That she loved
him and that he should be happy. She told him to find Jack and follow his free life on the
sea.
Jack.
The feelings that flooded him every time he thought of his friend were strange. He wasn�t
quite sure what they were exactly. Jack was his friehis his confidant. When they had
wrote, they had told each other almost everything. Each regalled the other of their
childhoods, Jack�s as an orphan in the carribean and Will�s as an Esh bsh boy. Each had
told the other things no one else knew.
But that was gone now.
Will was all alone. He reached beside him, and grabbed for the only letter that Will still
had in his possesion from Jack. He looked down. One line grabbed his attention.
�After a week of storms, we finally landed in a small Spanish port known as Tujillo.
The dirt here is k, jk, just like the beautiful hair of the whores who wander the street. I
found a beautiful one named Mercedes. When she took me back to her room, the most
peculiar thing happened. Nothing! My equipment, if you will, wouldn�t respond. It�s a
problem I�ve been having for weeks . . . �
Jack, so open. ree ree to live. Jack, who was his only friend, yet was so far.
His eyes started to sting with that familiar feelof lof loss. The letter dropped as he buried
his hands in his hair. Once again, Will Turner, the man who�d freed the Black Pearl from
it�s dreaded curse, cried into the empty night.
!~!~!~!~
After a few well placed inquiries, Jack and his crew found themselves in front of what
used to be the Will and Elizabeth Turner residence. It was a charming two story home on
the edge of the city. Jack knew her family would outfit them well. He didn�t realize
they�d do this well.
He knocked on the door, but swayed back when it was swung open by a disgruntled
looking servant. �Wadda ye want?�
The stench of alcohol on the man was amazing. Jack leaned in, smelling and savoring the
smells of a fine Caribbean rum before he cleared his throat and leaned back. �I�m lookin�
for Will and Elizabeth Turner. Are they in?� He smiled, his teeth flashing white against
his tanned face.
The mookeooked down on him for a nt ant and Jack was sure he�d pick a fight. Then,
the man�s eyes filled with tears and he stepped back from the door a step. �The misses is
dead. She�s been so for nigh 6 months.�
Jack�s heart froze for a moment before he remembered he wasn�t supposed to have a
heart. Well, that�s what that trollop on that one island had told him.
�Mr. Turner is locked up in the insane asylum down the street. I trust that�s what you
came for.� The man shut the door crisply in his face.
Jack�s question died on his lips as he found solid wood his only speaking companion. He
turned to his mate, shrugged, and led the way down to the road. At the gate, he looked
north and south down the road. South led back to Port Royale. And they certainly didn�t
remember seeing an insane asylum. But theyn�t n�t been looking.
He looked to the north. It was a dark stretch of high way. In distdistance, someone
screamed. Jack smiled grimly, and set off north, slightly weaving in the wheel ruts.
!~!~!~!~!
The air was changing ever so slightly. It was slightly damp. It felt like fog.
Not just any fog.
The fog that followed the Black Pearl, even after the curse had been lifted. Jack lifted his
head and stood. Every joint and muscle in his body screamed in protest as he stretched
parts of his body he�d forgotten how to use.
He moved to the window. Craning his neck, he saw the fog spread out over the harbor
and he knew. He just knew that Jack had come for him.
Someone unlocked his door. He turned his eyes and was immediately blinded by the
unfamiliar light of a torch.
��Ere he is gents. Don� know �ow much �elp e�ll be to ye. �E�s crazy as a bat!� His
jailer, a corpulent man name Wiggins, stepped aside and took the torch with him. As
Will�s eyes adjusted, he recognized the shape that stepped through the door as the one and
only Captain Jack Sparrow.
�Jack, I�m so glad you�re here!� Will stepped forward, but stopped short when he finally
saw the man�s face.
He was nearly clean shaven. His hair was cropped to his ears, brushed out and gorgeous.
And he was wearing clean clothing. Will stepped forward. He raised his hand and traced
the man�s cheek. The skin, although still tough, was soft to his touch.
�Jack?� It was a whisper, a plea. Begging that the swashbuckling pirate he�d come to
think of as his closest friend, more than a friend almost, was here instead of this well
groomed man.
�Jack?�
�Aye Will, it�s me.�
Will�s eyes filled again. Jack opened his arms and Will fell forward into them. He was
silent as the tears dripped.
�I�ve waited so long for you to come for me. So long for you to take me away. To
become a pirate.� He pulled away, tears still coming down his face. �To become a pirate,
and a good man.�
Jack smiled and ruffled Will�s hair. �God, you look a mess. Don�t you believe in things
called razors in this place?� He ran a hand down Will�s jaw, tugging at the beard there
that had filled in substantially in two years. Will unconsciously leannto nto the touch.
Will didn�t realize what he had done. But Jack did. His eyes skimmed the lean body. He
was just as well built as ever. �So, �tis a pirate you wish to be? Well my good man,
tonight you start.�
Will looked into Jack�s eyes and found the humor there. Enough to make him laugh. Jack
turned and led the way out of the door. The man following him took one last look around
his cell and spat on the floor, ready to feel the ocean air in his hair once more.
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