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"You need to trust me."

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                                  Somewhere in the BACK of Will’s mind, he was ( vaguely ) aware of the rain that continued to FALL on him, bitterly COLD despite the sudden FIRE that seemed to dance under his skin. The UNFORGIVING wood beneath him offered no SOLACE, only JUST supporting his weight as the ship was WRACKED with canon fire. It seemed as though Will’s entire WORLD rocked in time with every BLOW, sending him TEETERING closer and closer to an edge he knew he wanted to stay AWAY from. Flashes of REALITY began to flicker under his eyelids, and Will wondered when he’d let his eyes SHUT. Distantly, he could hear the LAUGHTER of the man, the BEAST, that had chosen to use him as his own form of LEVERAGE. If Will could, he’d have laughed at the IRONY of it all. How he’d somehow managed to become a PAWN in a game that truly had NOTHING to do with him. The thought LEFT his mind as soon as it entered, leaving nothing but FOG in it’s wake.

                               How often had Will challenged DEATH, teasing it from where he stood with his continued RECKLESSNESS? How often had he TEMPTED it, BECKONING it closer as he DANCED on the ( edge ) of metaphorical CLIFFS with no care? Too often, it seemed. Will had finally FAILED and let death CLUTCH him in its cold fingers. Already, he could feel the SHARPNESS of his world beginning to DIM, the breath in his lungs starting to LEAVE him altogether. His vision began to BLUR, mere SNIPPETS making their way to his mind’s eye. Hearing anything was DIFFICULT over the sound of his own heart POUNDING out a ( desperate ) rhythm, as if it could somehow DEFY what was set to happen. With each BEAT, the sharp metal of the very sword he’d CRAFTED sank DEEPER into his chest. Will blinked BLEARILY at it, eyes traveling across the metal that he’d held with his own FINGERS, ( created ) for a man that had given him a second CHANCE at life. Confusion DANCED across his face as bits of PAIN began to make themselves KNOWN. Adrenaline had saved him from the BRUNT of it, but as it began to FADE, pain was all he was LEFT with. Choked GASPS left his lips, though they sounded more like GARGLING due to the blood that had begun to RISE in his throat.  Hands on either side of his face provided him with an ANCHOR, jerking him back towards REALITY with startling quickness.

                                  Rainwater trickled down his face, CLOUDING his vision as he opened his eyes, trying DESPERATELY to see the woman who was SHOUTING his name, PLEADING with him to look at her. GARGANTUAN though his efforts were, it was to no AVAIL. Black spots BLOOMED in Will’s vision, CLOUDS that might have belonged to a HEAVENLY place. His gasps might have been CELESTIAL were it not for the SHOUTS that filled his ears, those of FALLEN men that left Will cold with the knowledge that this was not YET his judgement. How he wished it was, that the PAIN tearing at his body would LESSEN. All he knew was the TREACHEROUS beating of his heart, how it SLOWED, and how his breaths began to SLOW with it. And so Will Turner began to slip towards his END, like ICARUS in his final moments as he flew too HIGH and BURNED. The seconds stretched into what felt like an ETERNITY, never ending. When a hand GRIPPED his own, Will nearly DIDN’T notice it. His nerve endings seemed to have SHORT-CIRCUITED, the sensory aspect of him FAILING. But calloused fingers were FORCING his together, and Will’s eyes FLICKERED open for a second, FOCUSING on the man who had appeared BESIDE him. FEAR must have been prominent in his eyes during that SECOND they were open, for Jack uttered a PLEA to Will for the first  and only  time.

                                           “ You need to trust me.”

                                     There was no REACTION on Will’s part, the words LOSING their meaning the second he heard them. All he knew was that his muscles JERKED, his arm being forced to LIFT and lower. His eyes remained CLOSED, numb to the world around him. DEATH cradled him in its arms, EERIE smiles and HORRID voices crowding him until Will thought he might go MAD from the ( solitude. ) But it wasn’t long before his eyes were opened ANEW. 

                                  And much like a PHOENIX rising from the ASHES, he was REBORN. 

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independent will turner
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written by LEA

est. april 24, 2015

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