The words were spoken under his breath, more of a CLIPPED command than a polite request as dark eyes continued to SCAN their surroundings for a suitable means of getting out of here ( preferably before Elizabeth found them, as his companion had so unhelpfully PREDICTED ). He shouldn’t have DRAGGED Will into this, Jack knew ( especially now that he was BETROTHED to the daughter of Port Royal’s GOVERNOR, no less ), but, considering how quickly he attracted TROUBLE, it had only really been a matter of TIME before an innocent trip to the FORGE had involved the blacksmith in this LATEST scheme.
‟ Tell her anything else you’d like, William – she can even have me hung, drawn and quartered for bloody ROBBING her of her fiance if she likes – but watching Elizabeth throw all of this good quality DRINK into the sea is one sight I cannot abide. Savvy? ”
‟ She’ll never have you QUARTERED for this. Me, on the other hand… I do believe I am ENTIRELY at her mercy.
” Will FLINCHED at the thought, knowing FULL well that Elizabeth was capable of being quite WICKED when she wanted. Though he suspected she would find more AMUSEMENT in there attempted endeavor than anything ELSE, he also realized that both he and Jack could be SUBJECT to a series of strategic PRANKS that would leave the both of them quite REGRETFUL.
‟ Do you plan to HIDE it until the wedding day, then? Sneaking it into the FESTIVITIES might be a little HARDER than you’ve bargained for.
”
“ You are most kind, Sir. I am certain I would be glad of a little company once I am settled; I have no relations or acquaintances so far from home. ”
“ It’s the least I can do, considering your lack of knowledge on this place. And yet you still chose to travel so far. Not many would have that sort of bravery. ”
“ Indeed, from what I have seen so far, Port Royal quite puts Longbourn to shame! I don’t believe I have ever seen waters so clear, save in wells, and well water cannot compete for the deep hues of the sea! ”
“ It’s certainly a sight to behold. While Port Royal isn’t overwhelmingly large, I’d be more than willing to show you around if you’d like the company. Otherwise, the least I can do is help you take your trunks to the nearest inn. ”
Clara’s intention wasn’t to be NOSY of course, but it was hard not to want to get up close – it was the only way to get a good look at the blacksmith’s work after all. She’s always been fascinated by – well, all kinds of work really – it wasn’t exactly ‘ladylike’ so she has to be more subtle. Like choosing to pick up her items instead of having them hand delivered. She takes a step back when the man speaks, hands clasped around each other behind her back as she looks up at him and shakes her head.
“O-oh, bored? No! Of course not,” she manages a smile, “Who could tire of watching this? You really are quite skilled, Mr. Turner.”
The shake of her head is expected, but still a tad bit startling. He’d come to find that his expectations of others in Port Royal were never quite right. It wasn’t something he complained about, just something that intrigued him. One glace at the woman’s hands told him everything he needed to know – even in the dim light of the smithy, he could see that they were smooth, lacking a hint of a blister or a callous. It was likely that she hadn’t worked a hard day in her life, and that in itself could be considered answer enough as to her interest. His gaze returned to item he was crafting, the heat of the bright metal familiar and welcome. Her response brought a polite smile to his lips, and his shoulder lifted in feigned nonchalance. In truth, having his work appreciated was rather important to the young blacksmith.
“..Thank you. ” He responded, a healthy note of hesitance hidden in his tone. It wouldn’t be the first time the compliment wound up being backhanded, thanking John instead of him. “ It isn’t often that others find interest in this line of work.”
“I suppose I’m rather undecided on what to do with myself in terms of career. My family are particularly lucrative jewelers & businessmen, have been for a couple of hundred years. But I’m unsure if it is for me though tis expected since I’m the eldest. I prefer to wander, wander & write. “
“ If there’s anything I’ve learned, it’s that one should follow their own passions. If writing is yours, then writing should be your path. What is it you write? Fiction, poetry?”
A crease developed in Will’s brow at the sound of skirts rustling through the smithy, a contrast of noise and CLASS. He found it threw him off balance, having the young woman peering over his shoulder in curiosity instead of choosing to have her item ( delivered ). Lips settling into a slight pout, Will glanced up from his work again, gaze set on her for a moment before his lips parted.
“ Are you not bored of this yet? Or tired of the heat at all? ”
The sound of metal meeting metal was one that wasn’t met with much of anything other than annoyance. Will Turner had gotten used to that, to the scathing looks that were tossed his way when his hammer kissed a scalding blade too loudly and disturbed those walking nearby. More often than not, the screeching of a child, startled by his work, was what earned such a look of disdain. In truth, Will knew he should have felt guiltier, but each time it occurred, he had to fight harder and harder to hide the smile that threatened to burst from his lips. But the owner of the smithy had ruined his fun for the day, closing the door with only a warning glance at Will that told him to leave it shut. Sweat dotted his brow as he continued working on the dagger that had been entrusted to him, and as he began to pray for a quick breeze to run through the smithy, a gust of air came in through the door that opened and closed so quickly Will thought he might have blinked. Glancing up curiously, he caught sight of a lankier man, a mop of blonde hair atop his head and blue eyes shining brightly even in the dim light of the smithy. Brows furrowing, Will lowered his hammer slowly, tilting his head to the side.
“ Oi. I don’t suppose you have an order for us, do you? ”
“ Of course there is indeed happiness to be found in stability. & sadly many are not afforded such a thing. This is a hard time we live in that sees only those who are very wealthy to benefit. Hopefully the future will bring better things, but tis not a thing that will happen overnight unfortunately. “
“ I suppose until then the rest of us must continue to succeed with what we can. So let me thank you for bringing me your good business. What is it you do, then?”
“ I would not claim he is too attached to it persay… tis an item that has been passed down to me & it just happens to be worth a lot of money. My uncles love affair with money doesn’t look set to end anytime soon either. Tis a subject we differ on greatly. “
“ Ah, I understand. I’m afraid he’s not the only one who finds happiness in lined pockets. I can’t say I blame him entirely, for it sometimes provides comfort in the form of stability, but only to an extent. I’m glad not everyone feels the same. ”
“ I’m not sure fight is the best word for it, but did have– hesitations towards venturing so far from home all on my own, and I’m not so certain I earned it at all! My mother is a most insistent woman! ”
“ You’ve come all this way alone? I can understand your trepidation a bit more upon hearing that, not many would have done such a thing. However, I don’t believe you’ll regret it. This place will never be more stunning than it is the first time you lay eyes on it. Or so I would believe. I do hope you’re prepared for the heat, it can take some time to grow used to. ”
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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
