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Will Turner (pirateblood) wrote in wariscoming,

Of course he couldn't. They couldn't. As Billie had said, she was in the same situation as he, although better adapted to deal with it. He shut his eyes tightly, running a hand over them. This was beyond him. A biblical war? Demons? "And I thought men who were half sea creature would be the worst I would have to deal with," he said, managing another smile, albeit a tired one. Life had become stranger and stranger since Jack Sparrow had come into it. This, however, he couldn't blame Jack for.

"If you wouldn't mind. I believe I'm well out of my depths here. Any help I could get would be greatly appreciated." He couldn't do anything else for the moment, except get his feet back under him and adjust to the time he had found himself in. If no one had found a way back, it wasn't certain how long it would take to get back.

His attention was drawn to the thing he had been staring at earlier, only this time it moved. Quite nosily. "What is that?" he asked, pointing down the street after the one that had just passed, a black monstrosity that was making one of the worst noises he had ever heard. There was a human voice among all the screeching. "It sounds as if someone is being tortured."