A Pirates Heart (WillTurnerxReader)

Chapter 3

The morning sunlight stung as you slowly opened your eyes. A shadow briefly casted over you, confused at first, you watched as a chicken crossed inches from your face. You were very aware of the aching at the back of your head.

Squinting your eyes against the bright rays, you tried to make sense of it all. You placed your hands on the ground, ready to push yourself up. Except it wasn't ground you were touching.

Looking down you saw your hands resting on a muscular chest, the undone button allowing you a peek at his bare skin. You traced the skin with your eyes up and up until you were gazing at his face. A few cuts and bruises from the chaos of the fight. The sun casted on his skin made him radiate a golden aura. It was beautiful.

Wait. Sunlight. It's Tomorrow. Suddenly, you shot up to your feet. Forgetting about the man you grabbed your weapons and raced to the edge of the town, passed burning buildings and dodging bodies left to rot on the ground.

Finally, you reached the docks. Your stomached dropped. The Pearl was gone.

And you were left on this island. Alone.

You stomped your foot into the hard sand, cursing your so called captain. "Shit. Shit. Shit."

You needed to find a way off this island. There's no doubt Barbossa would be wondering where you were. And if he thought you ran away, he would make it his mission to give you a torturous end.

The only question was how. You racked your brain yet there was only one thing you could think of.

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"Jack Sparrow"

You perked up from your hiding place at the name. Jack Sparrow. You've heard the great tales of him and of Barbossa and his rough past. Jack was the previous captain of the Pearl.

Shifting behind the stone pillar you leaned closer to hear better.

"That's not good enough!" You jumped back as the man threw his axe, it lodged itself into the fine wood table.

"Mr. Turner, you are not a military man, you are not a sailor. You are a blacksmith."

Your breath hitched at the name. Turner?

It wasn't possible. If he was here and the crew was gone, they must have someone in his place. Either way, your plan of action was better than ever now. With the Turner boy, you'd have the perfect leverage.

Silently, you waited in the shadows until Turner started to walk away. You dropped down to your hands and knees, crawling through bushes as not to be spotted. When in the clear, you stood up and carefully walked to the other side of the small building, pulling out your dagger in the process.

You spotted Turner walking down the steps, oblivious to your presence. Casually, you walked up behind him. When you were close enough, you grabbed him in a headlock, pulling him back until your back it the cobblestone wall. He struggled until you pressed the sharp blade of your dagger against his neck.

"I want to make a deal." You kept your voice low, still aware of the soldiers mere feet away.

Turner struggled, craning his neck to look at you as best as he could. His brow furrowed.

"You...What?"

You pushed your blade further into his skin, warning him to keep his voice down.

"We both need to find the Pearl."

Turner was still confused. "What business do you have with the Pearl?"

You pondered for a moment, wondering just how much you should reveal to him.

"Same as you, the captain has something of mine. " You settled with. Turner shook his head in disbelief.

"Why should I trust you?" he seethed.

Sighing, you dropped your dagger and shoved the blacksmith away from you.
"We're both equally desperate Mr. Turner. I propose we help each other and then, I'll be out of you hair." You flashed him a charming smile.

Turner ran a hand through his hair, still skeptical. But, truth be told he did need the help.
Finally, he spoke.

"How do you suppose we find the Pearl?"

You took a step closer, smiling, a mischievous glint sparking in your eyes.

"Just like you said...Captain Jack Sparrow."