Who: Will Turner and Jack Sparrow What: An arrival and two old friends reunite When: Afternoon Where: Random LA street Rating: TBD Status: Incomplete
Will could not remember the last time he had stepped foot on land.
His sole reason, his one day in ten years, had been for Elizabeth. Once she had passed from the world of the living to a restful sleep, he no longer had a need for that one day. There was still Jack, the wily pirate and his love for the sea making it easy for a visit every once in a long while. But he had eventually lost track of him as well and all that remained was the small crew he had come to think of as family. Odd, considering some he had once been at odds with, but no more. Not since the Dutchman had shaken off the curse she had worn during the reign of Captain Jones.
The sand felt odd under his boots after the sway of the deck and the air had a staler oder to it. Before him, the stars were drowned out by lights rising from what appeared to be a city, yet a city like anything he had seen before. Those structures rising high into the air...buildings? They couldn't possibly be. He glanced back at the Dutchman in her makeshift harbor, away from prying eyes, before glancing once more to the city. He had been sent here for a reason.
After he had traversed the beach, Will was on solid pavement and his confusion had worsened. "Bugger," he cursed as he tried to make sense of even one thing before him. Horseless carriages, loud and obnoxious, oddly dressed men and women, strange voices. For a place that was called the City of Angels, it seemed far from heavenly to him.