Who: Will Turner and Billie Jenkins What: Arrival in Lawrence. Unconscious. When: Late evening, April 20th Where: Random sidewalk Rating: TBD Status: Incomplete
It had been months since Will Turner had stepped foot in the Caribbean port he had called home since he was a boy of only twelve. In that time he had seen more of the world than most would see within their entire life, had seen things that many denied the existence of. Cursed men, both skeletal and sea monster, ghost ships, the kraken. And now Will was picking his way carefully through the port of Singapore.
He kept his head down, avoiding making any eye contact with those lurking around him in the shadows. Nearby he heard the rhythmical march of many pairs of boots against one of the wooden bridges that spanned an inlet and ducked into an alley, all but holding his breath as the sounds grew nearer and then passed as a company of soldiers from the East India Trading Company made their rounds, looking, searching for something they wouldn't find. Barbossa and Elizabeth, as well as the few others who had accompanied them, had made themselves scarce until they were ready to proceed.
Ready to proceed. A small lump formed in Will's throat as he thought over once again what he was about to do. Barbossa's well laid plan would have gotten them safely back out to sea with ship and crew, and the charts, but it didn't get Will what he needed. If the blacksmith (no, not anymore, not by the standards of the EITC. He was a pirate now) was to accomplish what he had promised to do, for once in his life, he would have to be selfish. And if there wasn't enough strain on his relationship with Elizabeth, something else to be keeping from her. Before he could tumble back into the dark thoughts over just what it was she kept from him, what the intentions of her kiss to Jack had been, he forced himself forward to focus on the task. Staying to the shadows, he picked his way throughout the port towards the temple, where the charts he had been tasked to steal were.
Will made it past the front doors, creeping through the near darkness, aided by a few candles. His heart was thundering loudly in his ears as he listened for the guards nearby, then turned his attention towards the alter and the charts that where hidden behind it. As he moved out of the shadows, his hand brushed one of the decorative pieces and a shield clattered to the ground, destroying the quiet. The echoing sound was followed by footsteps again, five armed men appearing in the entry way. Will gauged the distance from his position to the alter. They would reach him before he reached it. Bloody brilliant.
Spinning towards the men, he initiated the fight, lunging forward as he slid loose the sword from his belt, one he had made, and had followed him on every adventure since. The downward blow of a staff was blocked and Will turned it away with his blade, swinging it towards his other hand to snag. His foot went into the man's stomach, knocking him away from the weapon and he spun, blocking another blow and turning it away. He ducked and spun with the grace of years of practice, fending off the four men in turn as they came at him. Wait, four?
One man went down under Will's blade, unable to deny the attack any other way. He spun, looking quickly for the other man who had suddenly disappeared when something hard cracked him in the temple. Stars exploded in his sight and he fell forward, the sword still clasped tightly in his hand. As he struggled to regain his footing, the heavy object came down again and then all went black.