LXi. Secrets and Lies We Tell Ourselves in the Pale Moonlight

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Storybrooke

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Storybrooke. Present-day.

RAIN PELTED ON the deck of The Flying Dutchman, Will scowled as he stared up at the sky. Endless black skies with no sight of the storm breaking any time soon. He was miserable as was the crew but at least they had each other

Will had nobody

He wouldn't for another 730 days

If he was being honest he hadn't noticed the passage of time. He had stopped counting that, since the turn of the new century, after all, it wouldn't change anything. He was still bound to serve and be a Captain for those who needed him in order to get the peace or punishment they deserved

It wasn't up to him, he was just a vessel. A fate toy for the Gods to play with and through away when they got bored

It was just Will on the deck, he had given the rest of his crew time off as it was too miserable to even cross through realms so Will had decided to be fair and give them the afternoon off in order to do what they wanted -- most played cards over a bottle of something or slept and for that Will smiled grimly, knowing that by the time the storm blew over, they would have a lot of extra work on their hands.

It was a miracle he could hear the whistling above the noise of the rain, but somehow he managed. He recognised the whistling and despite every fibre of his being telling him, this was a bad idea. William Turner couldn't help the slow smile blossoming over his face

It had been too long since he last saw Jaclyn Sparrow, the crazy woman that had managed to sneak her way into his heart when he wasn't looking and had gone off chasing her own adventures -- after getting a cure for Henry Turner for a particular bad fever that had been killing almost everyone and left him bedridden and feverish in some far off land known as the Enchanted Forest. Jaclyn had decided to stay there, no longer wanting to stay chained to this world after the fall of piracy in this one.

She really was a pirate through and through

It was something that Will Turner used to find mighty annoying and he would be lying if he had claimed he had always liked the darker-skinned woman. He remembered trying to kill her when they first met, too blinded by his hatred for all pirates to see there was a good woman standing in front of him

Not that she was a saint, mind you

There were times that she still crossed over that line that Will thought he had gone over with her, but each time it got less and less, now it was just a toe that she stuck over the line and Will had a sneaking suspicion it was just to piss him off or because Jaclyn found herself board

With a zing of excitement travelling down his spine, Will rushed over to the side of the ship where he hastily threw down a rope upon seeing Jaclyn squished in a boat, her legs outstretched and very much looking like a drowned rat that you could still see running around the streets of London

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