Chapter six

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"My father is a typical greedy, blood-thirsty pirate who doesn't hold any regard for anyone but himself," Will begins his story. "After nearly being killed by your father...well, let's just say he didn't like the fact that he can be killed. He resents his mortality. He loves his life of piracy, pillaging and plundering."

I lean against a tree and slowly slide down the trunk to seat myself of the floor. I raise my knee to my chest and drape my arms off my knee. Will sits himself down across from me, sitting cross legged. I hear a slight crack as he descends and I let out a slight huff. He smirks as he knows I hate the sound but doesn't comment on it. Wise.

"Do you know the story of Davy Jones?" He asks and I give his a flat look.

"Of course I do. What kind of pirate doesn't know of Davy Jones?" I say to him as if it's a stupid question, which it is. He laughs a little, knowing that it was a dumb thing to ask.

"Well, my father started searching for ways to find him and join his crew. An eternal life as a pirate. Only problem was it was a life of servitude and he wouldn't be 'Captain' Blackbeard. Just being a crew member, wasn't something he fancied. 

"It took us years but we finally figured out how to reach Jones. I had been doing my best to earn my way back into my fathers good graces and to restore his faith in me. I wanted to earn back my fathers trust but it was a lost cause. His only desire was power and immortality and I'd let him down before."

He looks up from the floor, from the grass he'd been playing with and meets my eyes. His eyes are full of remorse and pain. The prior cocky facade had completely disappeared and Will was laying himself bare for me to judge. He's also trying to earn a sympathy vote. He had my sympathy but I wouldn't give it to him until he'd proven himself to me.

I rolled my hand over a few times to motion for him to continue with his story. 

"Right. So we eventually discovered a way that would guarantee us a meeting with Jones. Only thing is you have to die on the seas to meet him. My father obviously didn't want to die. That was the whole point of this quest. He was skeptical about whether it would actually work or if it were only a myth."

Will pauses and sucks in a breath which comes back out shaky and ragged. My first instinct is to grab his hand or try to comfort him in some way but I resist as I still don't trust him. Can you blame me after what has happened between us?

He meets my eyes and his eyes are glazed over which causes me to break my composure, my uncaring, disinterested mask. I offer him a reassuring smile as if it would help with anything. He nods at me before continuing.

"Most of my fathers crew had abandoned him after the ordeal with you and Hook. The rest had left over time as well, leaving my father and myself. With no one else around, my father turned his sword on me without a second thought. He plunged his sword straight through my heart. He didn't even bid me a goodbye as I lay there dying, waiting for my heart to stop."

Will stops again and turns his head from me and wipes his hands over his eyes as an attempt to dry them. Not a single tear escaped his eyes and he seems unwillingly to let a single one slip. Much the same as I tend to be. I hate crying in front of people. I see it as a weakness and I hate letting people seeing me in such a vulnerable state.

I know I'm supposed to hate Will for everything that he's done to me but my heart is breaking for him. I know much of what he's told me of his childhood and his relationship with his father is true as I've seen their dynamic. His father was abusive and cruel, cold and disinterested in anything his son did. All Will has ever wanted was his father's approval and it's something he has never received when I knew him and seems to still be true.

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