Tribble: Whose Guilt?
Oct. 6th, 2005 12:17 amBy Honorat
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: I must be a mouse for PotC profit to apply, and I’m not.
Summary: Before Will gets pardoned, he and Jack have some heavy conversations in the Dauntless’ brig. A triple drabble for the “What have I done?” challenge at Black Pearl Sails.
Thanks to
geek_mama_2 for the beta read.
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“Jack?” Will’s voice was low.
“Aye?” Jack turned his head just enough to see the lad.
“Did you know what Barbossa did to my father?”
He should have known some version of this conversation was coming. Jack tipped his head back against the bulkhead and sighed. No chance of escaping this one.
“I knew,” he admitted.
“Why didn’t you tell me?”
A week ago that would have been an accusation, but now there was only a bewildered hurt in the boy’s voice.
“It wasn’t the opportune moment,” Jack evaded.
No, Will hadn’t needed that bit of knowledge tying his hands.
“So I had to learn about him from Barbossa’s men?” Will asked incredulously.
Jack imagined that they’d told him that story in the cruelest way possible.
“That wasn’t a part of my plan,” he said evenly.
The silence in that cell all but drowned out the constant murmur and creak of the Dauntless as she sailed towards Port Royal.
“My father was cursed, wasn’t he?” Will’s voice finally broke into the stillness.
There was a long pause.
“He was.”
“So when I returned the coin . . .?” Will trailed off uncertainly.
Jack had wondered when that would occur to young William.
“Jack, did I kill my father?” Will whispered, horror shivering his voice.
Now there was an unbearable burden for a lad like Will. What words were there that could make any difference at all? And yet, Will did not deserve any of that guilt. Jack knew exactly who did. He hoped the bastard was in a position to feel it, preferably for eternity.
“No, son. Barbossa killed your father.”
It was the truth in every sense but the literal one, in every way that truly mattered.
“But if I hadn’t done it . . .” There was anguish in Will’s voice.
“If you hadn’t, Elizabeth would be dead along with all Norrington’s men,” Jack spoke firmly. Of this, if nothing else, he was sure. He reached over and gripped Will Turner’s shoulder, forcing the boy to meet his eyes. Believe this. “Ol’ Bill would have been proud of you, son.”
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: I must be a mouse for PotC profit to apply, and I’m not.
Summary: Before Will gets pardoned, he and Jack have some heavy conversations in the Dauntless’ brig. A triple drabble for the “What have I done?” challenge at Black Pearl Sails.
Thanks to
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“Jack?” Will’s voice was low.
“Aye?” Jack turned his head just enough to see the lad.
“Did you know what Barbossa did to my father?”
He should have known some version of this conversation was coming. Jack tipped his head back against the bulkhead and sighed. No chance of escaping this one.
“I knew,” he admitted.
“Why didn’t you tell me?”
A week ago that would have been an accusation, but now there was only a bewildered hurt in the boy’s voice.
“It wasn’t the opportune moment,” Jack evaded.
No, Will hadn’t needed that bit of knowledge tying his hands.
“So I had to learn about him from Barbossa’s men?” Will asked incredulously.
Jack imagined that they’d told him that story in the cruelest way possible.
“That wasn’t a part of my plan,” he said evenly.
The silence in that cell all but drowned out the constant murmur and creak of the Dauntless as she sailed towards Port Royal.
“My father was cursed, wasn’t he?” Will’s voice finally broke into the stillness.
There was a long pause.
“He was.”
“So when I returned the coin . . .?” Will trailed off uncertainly.
Jack had wondered when that would occur to young William.
“Jack, did I kill my father?” Will whispered, horror shivering his voice.
Now there was an unbearable burden for a lad like Will. What words were there that could make any difference at all? And yet, Will did not deserve any of that guilt. Jack knew exactly who did. He hoped the bastard was in a position to feel it, preferably for eternity.
“No, son. Barbossa killed your father.”
It was the truth in every sense but the literal one, in every way that truly mattered.
“But if I hadn’t done it . . .” There was anguish in Will’s voice.
“If you hadn’t, Elizabeth would be dead along with all Norrington’s men,” Jack spoke firmly. Of this, if nothing else, he was sure. He reached over and gripped Will Turner’s shoulder, forcing the boy to meet his eyes. Believe this. “Ol’ Bill would have been proud of you, son.”
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Date: 2005-10-06 12:00 pm (UTC)The feel of this was so perfect and the dialogue very much in character. Really nicely done! Poor Will, and I even felt sorry for Jack because he seems so empathic to Will's pain. And, he also lost a very close friend. Hope Will realizes all that.
And then there's you. You did this so wonderfully that WE could feel it as well.
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Date: 2005-10-06 01:35 pm (UTC)This line sets the atmosphere so simply and effectively. Wonderful work.
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Date: 2005-10-06 02:01 pm (UTC)So glad you found this in character. If Jack can empathize with Will, it's because he's done what he had to do fully realizing what the consequences would be.
Thank you so much for the review.
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Date: 2005-10-06 02:08 pm (UTC)My one line of setting--it had to pull an awful lot of weight. I'm glad you think it works. Thank you for the lovely comments.
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Date: 2005-10-06 03:39 pm (UTC)On a side note, I was wondering if you would mind terribly if I borrowed your image of Will as cooling lava for a drabble. Something is trying to come together in my brain around that image, but since it is yours I want to ask first.
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Date: 2005-10-06 03:44 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-10-06 05:35 pm (UTC)I'd be honoured to be an allusion in your writing. *Feels like Shakespeare*
I'm looking forward to seeing what you do with it.
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Date: 2005-10-06 05:35 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-10-06 07:25 pm (UTC)Will breaks my heart in this, and Jack shines. Absolutely excellent.
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Date: 2005-10-06 08:48 pm (UTC)I do love Jack in this--standing in for Bill and telling his son what Bill would have wanted to say.
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Date: 2005-10-06 08:52 pm (UTC)Thank you for the comment.
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Date: 2005-10-08 03:51 pm (UTC)You've packed a lot of emotional whallop into a very short piece, and done it without resorting to bathos. Excellently done!
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