sarah remembered when she had first picked up a sword. it had been heavy, her arm not yet used to holding a blade with ease like many swordsmen— and swordswomen— could do. yet, intrigue &natural talent at it was what kept sarah going. BUT THAT WAS MANY YEARS AGO, and no longer was the sword heavy ; now, it was more of an extension of her arm. this wasn’t her first time in tortuga, nor would it be her last. PIRATE HEAVEN, IT HAD BEEN CALLED— & while sarah might not describe it as heaven all the time, it was a place she spent her fair share amount of time at. she frequented it enough to have gained a reputation— & a name at that. SARAH ‘LIONHEART’ MANNING, ruthless & deadly if messed with and it’s best if you kept your hands to yourself. but, occasionally, sarah would run into someone new( whether it be because they hadn’t been around the port in some time, or because they’ve only recently chosen a life of piracy ), but they would quickly learn that they had made a mistake.
she had stopped d e a d in her tracks at the feeling of an unwanted hand.
she didn’t turn around immediately, hearing the amused remarks & laughter of the men behind her. while only one hand had chosen to sharply swat her, there were plenty of others URGING HIM ON. that made them all guilty of it. as she turned, her sword was removed it’s scabbard & now was pointing directly at the person she assumed was responsible.
❝ i don’t know what kind of girl you’re used to, but i’m willing to be that i’m not that kind. ❞
Tortuga hadn’t CHANGED since he first time William Turner had arrived at the proclaimed PIRATE port, all WIDE eyes and ( nervous ) energy. He’d been so NEW to the world of piracy as a WHOLE, the concept still one that had left him with more DOUBTS and FRUSTRATIONS than anything else. He’d been so eager to LEAVE it then, to wash away the grime that had been nearly TANGIBLE in the place. The thought makes him SMILE, lips quirking UPWARDS into a relaxed smile. The IRONY of the situation wasn’t LOST on him. Where Will had once stuck out like a SORE thumb, he now BLENDED in with EASE. Time spent with NOTORIOUS pirates had ( taught ) him a thing or TWO. Mostly, he’d learned how to ADAPT to certain situations. MONTHS at sea had left him YEARNING to set foot on land, and he’d found that he’d actually MISSED the CHAOS of Tortuga. Even if he wasn’t one to PARTAKE in the actions of those around him, it was SOOTHING to ( fade ) into the background.
A POLITE shake of his head sent the women of the port SEARCHING for other business, the SAME action wordlessly REFUSING the drinks his crew attempted to SHOVE into his hand. If Will refused to INDULGE, it was for GOOD reason. He tended to feel BETTER with a clear head, not a fan of how the LIQUOR made him feel. Elizabeth had once discussed it with him, when they’d BOTH decided to try the CHAMPAGNE her father kept saved for SPECIAL occasions. The taste ALONE had been enough to CHURN his stomach, but he’d DRANK it all the same if only to keep her LAUGHING. He’d wound up LAYING on the floor of her room for the better part of an HOUR, watching the room SPIN. He’d felt OUT of CONTROL. Despite Jack’s INFLUENCE, drinking still wasn’t HIGH on the list of things Will ( enjoyed. ) But it certainly was for the REST of those on the island. Drunken laughter ROSE and ( fell ) around the captain, a sort of MELODY that wasn’t nearly as RELAXING as Will wanted. It was JARRING, a tad bit ( brutish. ) A crease settled in his brow as he UNTANGLED himself from a pair of WANDERING hands, laughter RINGING in his eardrums as the woman turned her attention to someone BESIDE her instead. Taking advantage of the momentary DISTRACTION, Will pushed away from the table he’d been occupying, ducking out the open door in an INSTANT.
The cool breeze offered some SOLACE from the overwhelming HEAT that had existed inside the pub, the DIRECT result of too many bodies CRAMMED into one space. Lips PARTED as Will took a deep breath, the salt of the sea and the slight mist of the evening providing a WELCOME reprieve. Casting a quick GLANCE over his shoulder, Will let his feet GUIDE him away from the loud voices, CONTENT to wander alone. He missed SOLITUDE, the hour’s he’d spend in his smithy with NOTHING but metal and the TASK at hand. The open ocean had its BENEFITS, certainly, but he did miss his old life every now and again. But NEVER enough to ( return ) to it. He likely WOULDN’T be ( welcomed ) in Port Royal again, anyways. So LOST was he in his thoughts that he didn’t quite pay ATTENTION to where his feet were leading him, merely walking WITHOUT seeing. It had been so LONG since he’d gotten a PROPER chance to stretch his legs – he could have walked right OFF a dock without ( realizing. ) The sound of VOICES brought Will out of his ( reverie ), starting slightly as he realized he’d wandered a bit FURTHER than he’d meant to. He contemplated turning AROUND, if not for himself than for his men, as he knew SOME needed more of a ( guide ) to tell them when to put the bottle DOWN. He had a foot off the ground, ready to TURN when he heard it ——- the sound of a SWORD being unsheathed. Brows pulling together, Will’s gaze traveled quickly towards the SOURCE of the sound, body already MOVING before he’d made the ( conscious ) decision to get closer. A hand had already ( grasped ) the HILT of his sword, ready to be used at a MOMENT’S notice.
The group of MEN came into view first, and for a MOMENT, Will thought it might be nothing MORE than a drunken argument ( rapidly ) heading SOUTH. But upon CLOSER inspection, Will noticed the ( woman ) just out of their REACH, sword DRAWN and pointed towards them, a look of clear DISDAIN on her face. A low OATH slipped from Will’s lips as he stepped closer —– but before he could APPROACH, the man closest moved FORWARD. Will’s sword was pulled from it’s scabbard in an INSTANT, the sight of the men advancing STIRRING a bitter taste of anger in his chest.
This blog is PRIVATE & SELECTIVE. What this means is that I write with MUTUALS only, and I don’t always follow everyone who follows me.
Now this certainly doesn’t mean I dislike you or your character. I have quite a few blogs that follow me that seem perfectly lovely, and who clearly have put a lot of time into their characters. I just don’t have the time to properly dedicate to figuring out how our characters could interact. Moreover, I suffer from anxiety that’s usually heightened by how cluttered my dash is, so bear with me if I don’t follow you back.
Remember there’s no obligation to continue following me if you don’t get a follow in return, your dash is also meant to be a happy place for you. But please refrain from unfollowing and refollowing to get your name on my dash — this will lead to you being blocked before it earns you a follow.
PET PEEVES & TRIGGERS.
First, let me say that I am 100% meme loving trash – my tag is full of them and sending me a meme is one of the easiest ways for us to get our characters interacting. That being said, if you’d like to turn our meme into a thread, COPY AND PASTE IT INTO A NEW POST.
I’m remarkably SLOW when it comes to replies. Tthere are some days where I won’t have the motivation to jump online. While I don’t mind being asked about a thread, please don’t pester me to reply. Odds are it’ll push my motivation further away, and it can easily make me not want to continue the thread. This is a hobby! Let’s keep it fun c:
All physical fights MUST be cleared by me. Unless we know each other well, there isn't any exception to this rule.
SHIPPING.
I am very open to all ships! However, I do play Will as being heterosexual. This isn’t meant to be discriminatory in any way, my muse merely has no interest in men, those who present male, or those who identify as male.
I will RARELY, if ever, be okay with cheating. That being said, any and all ships I have will be taking place in DIFFERENT verses.
Despite being interested in shipping , never force a ship on me. I ship based on chemistry and whether I think our characters could have some sort of future (seeing as how Will is old-fashioned. ) If you try to force a ship on me, our thread will likely be dropped and continued behaviors may force me to unfollow.
Also friendships are equally, if not more, important than ships to me. Don’t hesitate to do a brotp vs. an otp, ja feel? I wind up treasuring those friendships.
TAGGING.
Muses and mun are all 21+. Some nsfw material may appear on this blog. All nsfw posts will be tagged with #NSFW. S/N: I will not write smut with anyone under the age of eighteen.
Due to the nature of the world in which my muse lives, there may be violence, murder, crude content, and swearing on this blog. Do keep in mind the sort of blog you’re following. For example, if you fear the open ocean, this likely isn’t the best blog to be following.
I will likely never reblog anything involving self harm, suicidal idealization, or eating disorders. If you'd like me to tag a trigger that you may have, please don't hesitate to let me know (in a nice way, don't be an asshole about it). Triggers will be tagged as #TRIGGER CW.
DISCLAIMERS.
I am not Orlando Bloom, nor am I in any way affiliated with Pirates of the Caribbean. While I do not claim to own William Turner as a character, the writing on this page is strictly my own.
The icons on this blog are made by ME and are not to be taken. Theft is theft, and though my character appreciates aspects of piracy, I certainly do not. Please refrain. My current theme was edited for me by hangthrules, the base code is from agirlingrey.
verses
CANON.
AU VERSES.
PRIVATE.
ONLY A BLACKSMITH. ( pre cotbp. )
With no family or title to speak of, William Turner has made his life in Port Royal by working hard and keeping his head down. Societal expectations are quite high in this small town, and as a result, Will attempts to abide by them around those of high status as he knows reputation is everything. However, he does find it in himself to let loose with the friends he’s made around the town, those whom he trusts.
PIRATE IS IN YOUR BLOOD. ( cotbp. )
Will’s life is completely disrupted by the arrival of pirates in Port Royal, and turned on it’s head when they leave with Elizabeth Swann as their captive. Unable to wait for the navy to locate the woman he loves, Will enlists the help of Captain Jack Sparrow to find the Black Pearl. Unaware of what he’s walking into, Will eventually learns that his father was a pirate and that he willingly left his family for piracy. Unsure of how to handle the new information that his father was a pirate, Will squashes down any current hatred in exchange for finding Elizabeth. Nevermind that it requires acts of piracy as well, Will follows after Captain Jack Sparrow and learns a bit more about himself than he would’ve liked.
A PIRATES LIFE FOR ME ( dmc )
Will’s determination to remain what he considers a good man is put to the test when Lord Beckett demands he find Jack Sparrow’s compass in exchange for his and Elizabeth’s freedom. With no choice but to delve back into the world of piracy, Will faces obstacles in the forms of navigating the seas, encountering cannibals, and going up against Davy Jones himself. During his run in with Jones, Will finds his father aboard the Flying Dutchman, and promises to save his soul no matter the cost.
NO CAUSE IS LOST. ( awe )
After Jack’s death, Will believes that any chance to save his father is lost along with his friend. However, Tia Dalma relays that there is a way to save both Jack and the Pearl, leading Will to do what must be done to bring the man back. Embracing what it means to be a pirate, Will begins placing his interests and goals above those of his crew. His actions and those of his fiance cause a large gap between the pair, one that isn’t explained until Jack is saved. Even so, the damage seems to be irreparable.
A PRICE MUST BE PAID IN THE END. ( post awe )
During the fight between The Brethren Court and the East India Trading Company, Will Turner lost his life at the hands of Davy Jones. With the help of Jack Sparrow, Will was able to stab the heart of Jones, and became the new Captain of the Flying Dutchman. Now, it is his responsibility to ferry the souls of the dead from this world to the next, a task he takes quite seriously. Though he and Elizabeth were married during the battle they knew might have ended their lives, Will could never ask Elizabeth to wait for him during the ten years it would take him to return to her. After their one day together, Will told Elizabeth to find her freedom, and in doing so also freed himself.
THEY'LL COME BACK TO YOU. ( alt. ending )
When all hope seemed lost, Bootstrap Bill found a way to break through the Dutchman’s hold on him and stab the heart of Davy Jones. Narrowly saving Will’s life and helping to end what might have been a full blown battle, Bootstrap became the rightful Captain of the Flying Dutchman. This left Will truly free in a way he hadn’t been before, and now the world is his for the taking.
IN THIS TWILIGHT HOW DARE YOU SPEAK OF GRACE. ( post awe ; dark verse )
Despite Will’s intentions of ferrying souls and remaining a good man, the harsh realities of being surrounded by death eventually wormed their way into his heart. Unable to fight against the darkness that clouded him, Will has become as dark and twisted as Davy Jones once was, if not worse. Cruel and unforgiving, William Turner has sacrificed his crew for a new one, eliminating his father in the process.
THIS WORLD OF LITTLE CONSEQUENCE. ( modern )
After the death of both of his parents, Will Turner was placed into foster care. Despite the usual struggles that came with living in the system, Will managed to find work doing small jobs around London. Working as a handyman hasn’t left him rolling in money, but he’s able to afford a small apartment on the outskirts of the city. It serves him well, and he’s rather prideful of having something to call his own.
HOME IS BEHIND ; THE WORLD AHEAD ( lotr/the hobbit )
After Captain Jack Sparrow was killed by Davy Jones’ kraken, Will and a few others embark on a journey to bring said Captain back. Though successful, returning to the land of the living proves to be something of a challenge. During this process, Will winds up losing his hold on the ship he’s on as she’s pulled through to the world she belongs in. For all Will knows, one moment he was aboard the Black Pearl, and the next, he’s sputtering by a river that cut through a landscape unlike any he’s seen before. One thing’s for certain – he certainly isn’t home anymore.
BE YOUR OWN ANCHOR. ( teen wolf )
Although his father was a notorious werewolf hunter, Will Turner has abandoned any sense of hunting in favor of protecting young wolves who are still learning to restrain themselves. Traveling the country in search of those who need help, Will finds himself in Beacon Hills, where werewolf activity seems to be quite high. It is there that he must discover who is truly and need and who is killing for the sake of fun, forcing him to decide whether or not to pick up his gun again or not.
THERE ARE NO WINNERS ; ONLY SURVIVORS. ( the hunger games )
A mechanic in District 3, Will Turner has only ever known poverty and the struggle of staying alive. Having lost his mother to starvation, Will learned quickly that the world he lived in was flawed. When sparks of the rebellion first began, Will came across as unfazed, though he paid close attention to what was being said. Once the world was thrown into chaos, he followed a group that led him to District 13.
UNTIL SUCH TIME AS THE WORLD ENDS. ( marvel )
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THIEVES AND BEGGARS. ( black sails )
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YTHE FIRE FOUND A HOME IN ME.
Based off of this poem, hiding within a single man is the soul of a dragon reborn, stuffed into a smaller frame and asked to survive. With a single task in mind, Will seeks out the princess he’d taken as a dragon, taken and set free to the best of his abilities. Obvious struggles stand before them, such as getting her to believe his story. But he’s determined, and after all – she’d recognize her dragon anywhere.
VERSE PARTNER: brookesmxrt
FOR EVEN CASTLES MUST ONE DAY CRUMBLE
Sir William Turner is a knight, sworn to serve the Argent family against any enemy that should attempt to cause them harm. A narrow encounter with a prior attack has left them all on edge, and Will begins to notice changes in the princess, a newfound determination perhaps. It takes him some time to catch on, but the small cuts that litter her fingers and a missing dagger alerts him to her attempted training. Instead of scolding her, Will finds himself wanting to help her. As time goes on, this need to protect Allison steadily grows stronger.
VERSE PARTNER: darkinherheart
WHEN SHE LAUGHS YOU FORGET WHAT IT MEAN TO LIVE IN DARKNESS.
William Turner has roamed the Earth for nearly 300 years, an immortal being among mere men. After becoming Captain of the Flying Dutchman, he’d done everything his new title asked for. As the years continued to pass and need for the Dutchman soon dwindled before vanishing entirely, Will lived on. Waiting for his end was fruitless, and so he was forced to accept his eternal fate. Watching as those he loved passed with no hope of ever joining them, Will distanced himself from the world around him. It isn’t until one day in modern London that he finds himself believing in fate again, when he comes across a woman that is the spitting image of Elizabeth Swann, the woman he’d loved and lost.
VERSE PARTNER: hangtherules
THEY TURNED TO ASH ALL THAT I ADORE
He’d been told that hope was a foolish thing, something that would never truly exist in a world ruled by the Capitol. And yet, he’d allowed himself to cling to it, to have faith in the mockingjay and all the rebellion stood for. It wasn’t until their bombs DEMOLISHED District 13 that Will’s fragile hope was changed from something solid to RUBBLE. Struggling to survive along with those who escaped the ruins, Will is trying to find something to believe in again. Despite everything, his struggles are nothing compared to the girl who’s lost everything – her cause, her fire, her sister.
VERSE PARTNER: unseenmockingjay
basic information
FULL NAME: william turner NICKNAME: will, whelp, the blacksmith AGE: 24 ( main verse ) BIRTH DATE: tba, 1721 NATIONALITY: english GENDER: male ROMANTIC ORIENTATION: heteroromantic SEXUAL ORIENTATION: heterosexual RELIGION: protestant ( non-practicing ) SPOKEN LANGUAGE: english OCCUPATION: blacksmith / pirate
relationships
PARENTS: bill & michelle turner ( both deceased ) SIBLINGS: none SIGNIFICANT OTHER: verse dependent; elizabeth swann CHILDREN: verse dependent; henry turner EXTENDED FAMILY: weatheryby swann ( father-in-law; deceased ) FRIENDS / ALLIES: anamaria, hector barbossa, james norrington, joshamee gibbs, marty, pintel, ragetti, tia dalma ENEMIES / ANIMOSITIES: cutler beckett, davy jones, edward teach, ian mercer, royal navy, sao feng
physical traits
EYE COLOUR: brown HAIR COLOUR: brown HEIGHT: 5'11" BODY BUILD: lean, muscular TATTOOS + PIERCINGS: n/a NOTABLE PHYSICAL TRAITS: strong jaw, scar on chest
phobias and disorders
PHOBIAS: losing himself MENTAL DISORDERS: ptsd WHEN WAS THIS DIAGNOSED?: undiagnosed
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