Who: Will Turner and [Open] When: Late evening Where: One of the less busier streets What: Walking. Thinking. Multitasking. Rating: TBD Status: Incomplete
The return trip to World's End had gone without too many hitches and the two champions had been returned to the mortal world to continue their quest. There had been a small, dark hint of jealousy inside Will on the return trip towards the two, knowing they would be able to walk on land again, see loved ones. But the purpose and reasoning that drove Will had countered back sharply. That didn't mean they had any less of a burden to carry, maybe even moreso of one. They all worked for a greater purpose.
And then there was the fact that he was still, at that very moment, on land. While he could have been rejoicing at such a notion, he worried what it could bode. Every time he woke up, there was a frantic search for gills, scales, anything that might indicate he had broken his duty and bound to suffer the same fate as Davy Jones had, to become some heartless creature of the sea. But nothing happened.
The crew had been in good spirits that night, enjoying a meal of Burger King that Will had brought for them. They, like him, seemed to enjoy the many different flavors of the meal. The more learned of the crew had been happy to receive the books he had found. Though one had promptly given one back the next day, complaining about the nature of the book, something called a Harlequinn.
The blacksmith turned pirate turned ferryman of the dead stopped to watch one of the moving boxes Jack had pointed out, a man inside running away from some creature the likes of which Will had never seen before. Such interesting technology this modern world had.