She ought to know BETTER by now than to attempt to hide ANYTHING from Will, particularly her feelings. She’s done so much CONCEALING lately that it’s hard to break the HABIT, particularly when doing so might PROTECT his own feelings. She knows that this is hard on BOTH of them, knows that Will seeing her so upset will only WORSEN his own feelings on the matter. Elizabeth wants nothing more than to REASSURE him that she’ll make it through this just fine, that he needn’t WORRY about her ( though she knows he will anyways ).
Her eyes close as she takes in the SIMPLICITY of his gestures, the small COMFORT they bring. But it’s not enough to STAVE off the despair, not enough to repair her own BROKEN heart. Even his lips against her own can’t force her to FORGET that their moments are numbered, that their time is STEADILY running out. When her eyes open again, they are CLOUDED with sorrow and regret.
“ Inspire, ” she repeats, a faint smile upon her lips that doesn’t quite REACH her eyes. “ I’m not entirely sure how I’m meant to INSPIRE pirates, but I shall certainly do my best. ” Pirates aren’t the most easily MOTIVATED folk, but Elizabeth has never been one to back down from a CHALLENGE. If nothing else, it will be something to RELAY to Will upon their next meeting, one of MANY stories to share – stories she wishes he could be INCLUDED in.
Her gaze FOLLOWS his, a sinking DREAD taking hold of her heart. It’s all she can do not to HOLD him tight and refuse to let go, all she can do not to BEG him to stay, even knowing full well that he can’t. Her eyes find his again, palm resting GENTLY against his cheek. Even the sound of her MARRIED name, sweet as it is to finally hear it, can’t EASE the pain.
“ What is it? ”
A SOFT laugh falls from his lips at her QUESTION, and he SHAKES his head at her for a moment. He remembers her FIRE when the lot of them had faced utter DEMISE at the hands of the English ARMADA that had so nearly been the END of the Brethren Court. When all had been lost, the POWER behind her words had been what kept the crew FIGHTING.
“ How could you not?
” He whispers, fingers twisting a lock of her hair.
“ If there was ever one STRONG enough to command pirates, SMART enough to STRATEGIZE for them…. BRAVE enough to LEAD them… You, Elizabeth, were MEANT for this. Has there ever been another such as you?
” The sheer PRIDE in his tone expresses more than he EVER could with mere words.
“ I am so very LUCKY to have washed up on that board. My life was BRIGHTER by your side.
”
Lips PART only to come TOGETHER once more, an effort to keep the words LOCKED away. He doesn’t WANT to say them, doesn’t want to leave her. The world has been so CRUEL to them both. Hand CRADLES her face as he PRESSES another kiss to her forehead.
“ I need you to REMEMBER that only ONE of us is DEAD.
” He murmurs, WATCHING her carefully.
“ I want you to PROMISE me that you will CONTINUE to live your life as you have BEFORE all of this. I’m going to need you to tell me about the crew, after all. But most of all, I need you to promise me that you’ll keep yourself SAFE. Don’t ask me to come DELIVER your soul anytime soon. I won’t be able to BEAR it. Same thing goes for Jack. The two of you… The two of you can keep each other SAFE. You can take CARE of each other. I love you, Elizabeth. I want you to LIVE your life… With whatever or whomever you’d like.
”
The words were BITTER on his tongue, and CUT some of the most VULNERABLE parts of him. But WHAT would come from keeping her TIED to him when he could offer NOTHING. A meeting once every 10 years was HARDLY a life.
The art of saying GOODBYE is truly remarkable, and it most certainly is an ART. Everything floods to her MIND now, everything she has never said, everything she WANTS to say. It all CONVERGES at the tip of her tongue, and yet she says NOTHING. The truth of the matter is that words seem INADEQUATE just now; they won’t change the past, the present, or the future. They are just WORDS.
So she simply lies beside him, dark eyes surveying his face, COMMITTING each line and feature to memory. It will be TEN years before she sees him again. His features will remain the SAME, the tilt of his lips when he smiles, the depth of those brown eyes. But HERS… hers will shift. She’ll gain more LINES, grow older while he remains forever YOUNG. They were meant to grow old TOGETHER, and she can’t abide the INJUSTICE of it. There is a deep, physical ACHE in her heart as she thinks of it, and she is FORCED to look away from him, for fear of his seeing the SADNESS behind her gaze.
“ I don’t know. ”
For the first time in what feels like AGES, she has the freedom to do what she wants, to go where she PLEASES. And yet the ONLY place she wants to be – the only place she CAN’T be – is in his arms.
“ I suppose I could return to Shipwreck Cove. I’m not entirely sure what the Pirate King is meant to do once the war is won, but surely there must be something. ”
The sheer FAMILIARITY between the two of them is what ALERTS Will to the emotion Elizabeth has BREWING just beneath the surface. He can feel it coming off of her in WAVES, the DESPAIR one that he feels as well. His mind REPLAYS the last few months, the ARGUMENTS, the lies, the treachery they PLAYED against the other. All of it had seemed NECESSARY at the time. He wished he could go BACK and redo it all. CALLOUSED hand lifts to cup Elizabeth’s cheek, thumb BRUSHING softly along her cheekbone. It’s all he can do to keep from CURSING at the heaven’s above as he considers the thought of LOSING her once more. Leaning down, Will BRUSHES his nose softly against hers, a small loving GESTURE that seems out of place and RIGHT at the same time. This gentle DOMESTICITY has never had a PLACE in their world, so CARVED out of metal and blood. And yet, here, now, on a BARREN beach where DEATH has already claimed one of them for its OWN, the gesture seems to FIT.
Lips come together TENTATIVELY as the new Captain wordlessly CLINGS to an aspect of his HUMANITY that will never be LOST. Even before his heart had REPLACED that of Davy Jones, it had ALREADY belonged to another.
His lips move GENTLY against hers, a SMALL attempt to remind her how much he CARES for her. He pulls away only to REST his forehead against hers, listening as she SPEAKS. Her tone of voice is all too FAMILIAR, heartbreaking ( could a still-beating heart no longer ENCASED beneath the protection of bone still BREAK? ). His fingers absentmindedly BRUSH along her arms as he HOLDS her against his chest.
“ There will UNDOUBTEDLY always be something for the Pirate King to do. Lead. Inspire. Rule justly.
”He murmurs against her hair. He has no DOUBT that she’ll make a FANTASTIC inspiration, and suspects he’ll hear all about her in the years to come. He only wishes he could REMAIN at her side to watch it all himself. A GLANCE at the horizon leaves Will feeling COLD, streaks of LIGHT in place where darkness had existed just MOMENTS ago. Clearing his throat, he TURNS towards Elizabeth, a more SERIOUS expression on his face. “ I believe I have a FAVOR, I must ask of you, Mrs. Turner.
” Attempt at a smile FAILS as he stares at his wife.
SUSPICION resides in Will’s mind as his eyes TRAVEL across the face of the man before him. He can SEE bits of Jack reflected back at him, and yet, the man’s eyes LACK the warmth and humor that Will can often FIND in the depths of Jack’s eyes. Arms CROSS in front of an EMPTY chest, scar barely VISIBLE through the fabric of the shirt Will wears. Despite the general MISTRUST Will has for the man before him, he knows BETTER than to turn someone away.
Brown hues skate across the barely DISCERNIBLE horizon, seeing but not truly PROCESSING what is right in front of him. All he cares for is the WOMAN at his side, awake but SILENT. As if silence could keep what was about to happen at BAY. Fingertips traipsed lazily across WARMED skin, despite the early morning. The new CAPTAIN of the Flying Dutchman found that any chill seemed to ESCAPE him. As if the cold could no longer harm a DEAD man. A soft sigh ESCAPES him, & he turns slowly to meet the eyes already WATCHING him. Closing his eyes for a BRIEF moment, he presses his lips to Elizabeth’s forehead, hoping to CONVEY the depth of his ADORATION. Even now, he can’t help but remember every moment he SHOULD have reminded her that he LOVED her.
LOVES her still.
Pulling away, he simply STARES at her for a small moment, hoping to commit every FEATURE to memory. It could very well be YEARS until he lays eyes on her again. An ATTEMPT at a small smile crosses his face, and he tries to make his tone of voice LIGHT. As if there SEPARATION were not imminent with every passing SECOND.
“
Where will you go? Surely the Pirate King must have an agenda to attend to?
”
He didn’t believe her. Of course he didn’t. No man with a reasonable mind would.. Still, the Dutchman had had little hope that her captain would somehow know. An incredibly unreasonable thing to ask of course. She had to explain herself. Prove to him, that she was in fact his ship. How odd and delusional the idea was.
‘’It’s true captain Turner. I don’t know how, or when, but it’s true. The Dutchman is gone and instead came a woman. A living being.. It is as confusing to me as it must be for you. I- I can prove myself, captain. I can..’’
The words continued STREAMING from the woman’s mouth, a note of DESPERATION now clearly audible in her voice. Any slight AMUSEMENT that had once existed on Will’s face was overcome by CONCERN. He watched her CAREFULLY, wondering if she’s gone MAD. But that still didn’t explain how she KNEW him, how she knew of his SHIP. One he’d LOST at sea some months before. A laugh THREATENED to overtake him, more out of SHOCK than actual humor. He was actually ENTERTAINING the thought that she might not be LYING. That somehow, she ( was ) the EMBODIMENT of his vessel. Latching on to her last few words, Will fixed the woman with a POINTED stare.
Considering that Legolas guessed the other to be a simple man, the subject of immortality hadn’t reached his pool of options to speak of, or ponder on. As an elf, he never had to worry that he wasn’t granted enough time to travel the world, not enough time to achieve all of his duties & goals, nor stood he under any pressure when it came to the ‘mission’ of finding his significant other —- somewhere in this world, wandering among many souls.
What he had assumed on an instant, upon the man beside him confronting him with the matter ‘forever’, spoken with such bitterness (so he had inter- preted these words), was that there’d been a promise to someone loved. Men had so little time. This one obviously not.
“Immortality, it is then. I was not aware you meant that.”
It was a simple, almost even casual answer that left him with a breath, eyes remaining focused on the other’s feautres as they caught not only a thoughtful expression, nay, if he was not mistaken, there was sorrow. But why just yet bore deeper? Interesting it would be, but standing on a ship in the middle of a wide ocean offered a lot of opportunities for its captain to toss the elvish visitor into the wet depths & Legolas was not over fond of the idea to swim for days until he’d finally reach whichever lands. So he decided to answer the question given in return, one brow slowly raised.
“The one who knows what it is like to have little time, may find drawbacks more easily than I do. What I know is merely that… the longer you dwell in this world, the more experience you gather…& the more losses you will mourn. Especially if—-”
An unnecessary pause, combined with a slight tilt of his head to one side, as he scanned the other man fleetingly.
“—- an immortal grows attached to those whose lives end so very f a s t.”
It’s all he can do to keep from sucking in a SHARP breath, the words the other spoke HITTING the nail on the head more than Will was KEEN to ( admit.)But it was the TRUTH, was it not? When the fact that he was to live FOREVER came, Will SHOULD have ( distanced ) himself from those he’d cared for in his MORTAL life, traded bridges for BARRIERS to protect the TATTERED remains of his soul. But the story of his life was so TANGLED with that of his loved ones, intricately WOVEN like ( threads ) in a tapestry. Bound together in life AND in ( death. ) His own PROTECTION meant little when it came to ( them, ) particularly when it came to spending what LITTLE time he had ( left ) with the few that would PERISH all too soon. Long before he would EVER be ready for it. How many DECADES would Will be granted with the woman that should have been his to love for the REST of his days? A mere six, seven if he was LUCKY. A blink of an eye when one considered the sheer VASTNESS of time. But pirates RARELY lived that long, and he knew she was living in the SAME way she had been before – REBELLIOUSLY.
A QUICK shake of his head ( pulled ) Will from his thoughts, fingers GRIPPING the edge of the ship just a BIT tighter. He imagined if he held on TIGHT enough, he might leave ( indentations ) in wood, WARP it enough that he’d be able to run his fingers over the GROOVES as a TANGIBLE reminder of his grief. He merely hoped that one day it would LEAVE him altogether. He’d yet to LOSE those he loved, and yet —- he MISSED them already.
Will found himself chuckling DARKLY in response to the man’s words, trying not to let the full EXTENT ofhis sorrow show through. This was his DESTINY, something he had no ability to FIGHT no matter how hard he tried. And in truth, he didn’t think he’d LET himself even if he could. To ABANDON those in ( need ) went against his very BEING – after all, Atlas had never asked the Gods for MERCY, merely ( accepted ) the BURDEN that had been given to him.
“ The losses are bound to be INSURMOUNTABLE. Perhaps it is I who must learn to abandon the world of MORTAL SOULS before I’m reminded of how SHORT their lives will be in comparison. ”
Her heart stung andThe Dutchman felt ashamed somehow. Gazing up at the captain who had made an end to Jones’ terrible reign, the captain who had honorably done his duty for so long and had brought peace in both Diana and the other world again. How could she possibly tell him that she was his ship. That she was the Flying Dutchman, somehow. How could she -even if captain Turner believed her- face him when she had let him down so terribly.
‘’We have..- orno.. Not like this at least. I-’’
Once again, the woman was at a loss of words. And with teary eyes and a raspy voice, Diana finally continued;
‘’-How is the Dutchman?’’
There was something in the woman’s eyes that made Will feel almost SAD, as though he should recognize her in some way. And yet, her face was one he hadn’t seen before. Still, the sight of tears filling her eyes was alarming, his own eyes widening with concern. Yet the question that fell from her lips stifled his immediate reaction, confusion lining his features. To be asked about his ship… It hardly made sense.
‘ This. ‘ It’s an easy enough answer in direct correlation with his current state and the truth. ‘ Aye, I was not born into this power, the power to see new worlds – it was given to me. And when I began, I began believing it impossible. Yet here now I stand be- fore you and it is not in my world, but your’s. Stories like these are made by men, not elves, and are told to children to help them sleep. And I am in one. ‘
A laugh slips from Will’s lips, and he finds himself shaking his head incredulously.
“ Yes, I suppose that would be more than enough to make one question everything they believe they know. I’d truly believed I’d seen a ghost, and I’m still not entirely sure I can properly wrap my head around your being here. Was it of your own will that you came to be here? If you don’t mind my asking, of course. ”
‘ Is it the ghosts of your past that haunt you, or have you some other reason for an uneasy mind? Breathe – relax – you must approach things slowly. ‘
“I’ve never quite managed to grasp the patience that comes with approaching anything slowly, I’m afraid. Even if I wind up in trouble more often than not as a result. – Tell me, has anything strange ever happened to you? Something you couldn’t explain, something that even dared to test your ( understanding ) of the world? ”
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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.
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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.
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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.
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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
