"A sea of rum couldn't intoxicate me as much as a drop of you."
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"William Turner, you have been my best friend since we were twelve. I do believe that gives you the right to call me by my first name."
{William Turner X OC}
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Blake couldn't help but grit her teeth at the sight of a blade against Will's throat.
Her eyes remained on Will's, the Black Pearl's crew jeering all around her as they walked her backwards toward the plank of wood hanging off the side of the ship.
"Go, poppet! Walk the plank!"
Elizabeth watched from alongside Will, whom was thrashing against the pirates holding him captative, struggling to reach Blake.
"Barbossa, you lying bastard!" Will screamed, mouth curled in a snarl, "You swore she'd go free!"
The Captain turned to him quickly, saying, "Don't dare impugn me honor, boy! I agreed she'd go free, but it was you who failed to specify when or where."
The crew laughed darkly and Blake's jaw clenched as they put a dirty rag in Will's mouth, his eyes widening toward her. Barbossa grabbed onto Elizabeth and the woman fought back, tripping slightly when he pushed her toward Blake.
The brunette gaped when the plank of wood under her moved, catching onto Elizabeth to steady themselves.
Barbossa smirked toward the women, licking his lips making Blake wince in disgust, saying, "Though it does seem a shame to lose something so fine, don't it, lads?"
He made his way over to Blake, the woman pushing Elizabeth behind her slightly as the man continued, "So I'll be havin' that dress back before you go."
Everyone chuckled and Blake stiffened, lifting her head proudly as her fingers found the lace on her bodice of the dress they had given her. Blake swiftly undid it, eyes on Barbossa as whistles left the crew.
Blake threw the heavy dress to Barbossa, the man grunting in distain as she spit, "Goes with your black heart."
He hummed, running the cloth on his cheek and smirked while he looked to his crew.
"Still warm."
They laughed, much to Blake's distain, and he said, "Now, your turn, miss."
Elizabeth gaped for a moment before her jaw clenched, doing the same. She threw it at the man's feet and simply turned, grabbing onto Blake's hand lightly.
The woman sighed and gave Will one last, soft look despite being still hurt from their previous conversation. Will fought against the men holding him as Blake finally turned away from him, inching her way to the end of the plank her and Elizabeth were steadying themselves on.
Elizabeth stood in front of Blake and glanced down toward the crystal blue water of the Caribbean, causing the pirates to grow agitated.
"Too long!" One of them yelled, stomping his foot on the other end of the plank.
