Deep water {willxjack }

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Thanks so much for reading.
Ilysm.
Bi.

Third person pov

Some time has past since Jack was hit over the head, which by now had subsided to a dull throbbing at the back of his skull. He was laying down in the straw on the floor of his cell while a few other prisoners were trying to coerce the dog, that had the keys to their cells attached to his collar, to approach them, using what seemed to be the leg bone of some long dead prisoner.

The wind was still acting strange, and had been since he'd rescued Miss Swann, and Jack knew that that did not bode well for anyone in this port, especially not him.

"You can keep doing that forever. The dog is never going to move!" Jack says disspiritedly.

"Oh excuse us if we haven't resigned ourselves to the gallows just yet," one of them says, turning to look at Jack.

Jack feels bile rising in his throat when he realises that these men aren't even pirates, they're just too poor from the governor's increase in taxes that they were driven to steal, and that's what earned them "a short drop and a sudden stop".

Jack turns away and says nothing else as they try their luck at escaping.

《Scene change》

Elizabeth sits in her bed, as her hand maiden places a hot pan under her covers to warm her bed for the night.

"It must've been a tough day for you miss?" the girls says and Elizabeth murmurs her agreement.

"I suspected Commodore Norrington would propose but I must admit I was not entirely prepared for it," she confides and the girl stands respectfully silent.

"Well, I meant being threatened by that pirate. Sounds terrifying! But the Commodore proposed! Fancy that. Now that's a smart match miss, if it's not too bold to say?"

"It is a smart match," Elizabeth says despondently, "he's a fine man. The sort any woman should dream of marrying."

"Well that Will Turner... he's a fine man too..." the girl says softly.

"That is too bold," Elizabeth says, a warning undertone to her voice.

"Well begging in your pardon miss. It was not my place," she says and walks out.

Elizabeth sighs and once again examines the medallion that she'd taken from Will.

It gleams in the candlelight and she wonders about what her hand maiden had said.

Was her attraction to Will that obvious? Was it so clear that she didn't want to marry Norrington? What was the significance of this piece of gold? And why did she feel like what happened today was the start of something huge?

She notices the wind blows out the little flame of her oil lamp and moves to the window to see that the wind has only gotten worse since she had fallen into the sea.

《Scene change, again, because movies clearly don't care about how this would have to be written》

Will has been working ever since Jack had been taken by Norrington. The work is labour intensive and it keeps his mind from obsessing over the events of the day, and (more importantly, his very conflicted feelings about those events), also allows him to process his thoughts, and control his emotions.