By Honorat
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: Aye, Disney doesn’t allow anyone else to make a profit, but we’re not tryin’ to make a profit, are we?
Summary: Bill Turner is cursed and vengeful. Angst alert. Fourth in a series of significant events in the lives of Bootstrap Bill and Jack Sparrow with a cameo by Will. This was supposed to be a drabble for the “lucky charm” challenge at Black Pearl Sails. There will be six installments to this drabble sequence. None of them is a drabble.
Thanks to the peerless beta editing of
geek_mama_2, this is much better than it was.
1 The Luck Holds
2 Don't Do Anything Stupid
3 Down on His Luck
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4 Doing Something Stupid
Bill Turner contemplated the moonlight glittering on the mouldering bones of his hand. No matter how familiar the sight was becoming, he couldn’t repress a shudder of horror. His other hand crept to the cursed medallion chained to his neck. One finger made a chilling click as bone brushed gold. Nightmares. That’s what we are. That’s all we deserve to be.
He wondered if Jack was dead yet.
There had been no water on that island. It had been too long. Barbossa had made sure there’d been no opportunity for any secret partisans to jump ship and mount a rescue. And Jack had been so badly injured when they’d driven him off his ship. The rusty stains where they’d dragged him had refused to come out of the Pearl’s deck. Bill always refused to step on them.
He could no longer feel the warm wood under his feet, no longer sense the direction of the wind, no longer stroke the smooth page of his last long ago letter from his wife, with the wobbly line from little Will at the bottom. But he could feel anguish like molten lead consuming his bones. And he could feel guilt like blocks of granite crushing his lifeless heart. He could never go home now. He had failed every person he had ever loved.
Tomorrow they would make port again searching for the gold to break the curse. Tomorrow he would find a way to send this medallion so far away Barbossa would never find it. Tomorrow he would have his vengeance.
Then he would find a way to sail to that island where they had marooned Jack—to say good-bye. He pulled out a flask of rum he could no longer taste and splashed it onto the deck of the Black Pearl. For Captain Jack Sparrow. Here’s luck to you, Jack.
If Jack was dead, he’d probably already talked his way out of Hell and was driving the angels to pulling out their feathers in Heaven. And at least one of the Pearly Gates had gone unaccountably missing. If there was a heaven.
Bill knew for a fact there was a hell.
TBC
5 No Luck At All
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: Aye, Disney doesn’t allow anyone else to make a profit, but we’re not tryin’ to make a profit, are we?
Summary: Bill Turner is cursed and vengeful. Angst alert. Fourth in a series of significant events in the lives of Bootstrap Bill and Jack Sparrow with a cameo by Will. This was supposed to be a drabble for the “lucky charm” challenge at Black Pearl Sails. There will be six installments to this drabble sequence. None of them is a drabble.
Thanks to the peerless beta editing of
1 The Luck Holds
2 Don't Do Anything Stupid
3 Down on His Luck
* * * * *
4 Doing Something Stupid
Bill Turner contemplated the moonlight glittering on the mouldering bones of his hand. No matter how familiar the sight was becoming, he couldn’t repress a shudder of horror. His other hand crept to the cursed medallion chained to his neck. One finger made a chilling click as bone brushed gold. Nightmares. That’s what we are. That’s all we deserve to be.
He wondered if Jack was dead yet.
There had been no water on that island. It had been too long. Barbossa had made sure there’d been no opportunity for any secret partisans to jump ship and mount a rescue. And Jack had been so badly injured when they’d driven him off his ship. The rusty stains where they’d dragged him had refused to come out of the Pearl’s deck. Bill always refused to step on them.
He could no longer feel the warm wood under his feet, no longer sense the direction of the wind, no longer stroke the smooth page of his last long ago letter from his wife, with the wobbly line from little Will at the bottom. But he could feel anguish like molten lead consuming his bones. And he could feel guilt like blocks of granite crushing his lifeless heart. He could never go home now. He had failed every person he had ever loved.
Tomorrow they would make port again searching for the gold to break the curse. Tomorrow he would find a way to send this medallion so far away Barbossa would never find it. Tomorrow he would have his vengeance.
Then he would find a way to sail to that island where they had marooned Jack—to say good-bye. He pulled out a flask of rum he could no longer taste and splashed it onto the deck of the Black Pearl. For Captain Jack Sparrow. Here’s luck to you, Jack.
If Jack was dead, he’d probably already talked his way out of Hell and was driving the angels to pulling out their feathers in Heaven. And at least one of the Pearly Gates had gone unaccountably missing. If there was a heaven.
Bill knew for a fact there was a hell.
TBC
5 No Luck At All
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Date: 2005-11-15 02:28 am (UTC)This gave me the chills. Excellent as usual!
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Date: 2005-11-15 06:09 am (UTC)I blend different ways for different effects. e.g. on that last portrait of Jack, I used a small paper tortillon to blend the background into that out-of-focus look and to make the smooth texture of the fabric of Jack's coat. I also muted the highlights in Jack's hair with it. The blending for the skin and hat was done just shading with the pencil, very gradually building up layers of shadow from light to dark. Though I have been known to take the tortillon to a persistent pattern I want to disappear in skin tones as well. I also use the kneaded eraser to pick out highlights in the clothing and to give that battered look to his hat. That's about it. I've done entire pictures with just pencil shading as well. That other one of Jack, for instance--with the pistol--that was just graphite pencil. The trick is to have a soft enough lead and a light enough touch with it.
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Date: 2005-11-15 06:01 am (UTC)-mia
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Date: 2005-11-15 07:55 pm (UTC)I also like how Bill sees the fun side of Jack, while in the movie Barbossa only saw Jack's foolery (is that even a word...? *losing mind; been a long day*) as a liability. Two men from the same crew, but two completely different perspectives on the same one man...
Come to think of it, it makes me wonder why Barbossa was Jack's first mate rather than Bill...
I love the little addition of the Will-scribble on the letter; very nice touch. Poor Bill; torn between loving his family and loving the sea... (they should just get a houseboat... that'd solve everything *snort*).
Jack kidnapped the gate. Given his love of things that move, he ought to be thrilled at the idea of hanging out on a cloud... (which is, in fact, made of water...)
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Date: 2005-11-15 08:08 pm (UTC)Bill knows that Jack is plenty bright under all the malarky, while Barbossa just dismisses him as an unworthy opponent in his scramble for the top.
That first mate question is a good one. I've seen a number of theories. I don't know what I'll eventually decide.
I've always seen Bill as a very torn person. A good man would have to be in his circumstances.
Of course Jack kidnapped the gate. And who knows what he's letting in! My guess is rumrunners. They'd better keep a sharp eye on the foundation stones too!
Thanks so much for commenting.
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Date: 2005-12-29 01:21 pm (UTC)*words fail* This is so powerful, the Pearl refusing to give up the last touch of her captain.
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Date: 2005-12-30 01:31 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-08-15 04:01 pm (UTC)If Jack was dead, he’d probably already talked his way out of Hell and was driving the angels to pulling out their feathers in Heaven. And at least one of the Pearly Gates had gone unaccountably missing. I laugh out loud every time I read this line.