It was a terribly hot day in Port Royal, everyone is wishing a slight breeze will come, but with no luck. Everybody was doing everything to keep themselves cool in the dead heat of summer. Our story begins in the little ol' blacksmith shop that used to belong to the old drunk Mr. Brown, who retired recently and handed it down to a Mr. William Turner. It was nearly a year ago when the Port was attacked by pirates and the little adventures of Elizabeth Swann, the Governor's daughter, William Turner, the suppressed blacksmith, and the gallant Captain Jack Sparrow, a rum obsessed pirate. It was also almost a year ago when our young friend, Mr. Turner purposed to Ms. Swann, he loved with all his heart and soul, he even saved her from merciless pirates. But something happened that changed all that, Ms. Elizabeth broke off the engagement not even a month ago.
William was shocked and heart broken when it happened that he began drowning himself in his sorrows with the very liquid he thought he would, never in a million years believe, have succumbed to in the past, Rum. For him the pain of being rejected was far greater than anything he would have believed it would have been. So there he was sitting in the dark of his shop drinking bottle after bottle of rum, waiting for an order to come. Which they never did, cause it was too hot to do anything really. Then the familiar creaking sound of the wooden door, that was being held up by rusting hinges, opening."Will, ar' ye in 'ere?" came the very familiar slurred voice of an old friend, poking his head in through the crack big enough for his head to peek through.
"I'm here Jack, in the back." Will called softly and took a long gulp of his rum. The man at the door walked in, looking behind him to make sure none of the navy soliders spotted him, and walked towards the back of the shop, being careful not to run into something."Ye need te ge' some ligh' in 'ere," Jack began and went to light a candle. Lighting the small stub of what's left of the normally tall stick of wax, and walked over to Will. Slightly shocked at the scene before him and snatched the bottle away from Will."Wha' in th' bloody 'ell ar' ye doin' mate?! Tryin' to drink yerself te death?!" Jack shouted holding the rum bottle away from his drunken friend."Give it back Jack!" Will lunged for the bottle, missing it because of the state he was in."Ye don' need any more lad, wha' ye need is a long nap. Then we will talk abou' wha' happened after me left." Jack said sternly and put the bottle out of the reach of the young man."There's nothing to talk about!" Will raged trying to take a swing at the abnormally sober pirate."Nothin' te talk abou' eh? Then while th' 'ell ar' ye waitin' yer life away over a bottle of rum, if it was nothin'?" Jack questioned dodging Will's punches.
Finally after Will stopped attacking him, Jack pulled Will up and dragged him into the cot located up the stairs in the back. Dropping the younger man on the bed, Jack pulled up a chair and sat next to the bed."So tell me Will, wha' happened?" Jack asked."After, you left, Elizabeth left me a few months later for a stuck up idiot..." Will slurred angrily."So the lass lef' ye 'or Norrington eh? Is tha' why ye ar' drinkin' like a depressed bastard?" Jack finally understood, but got no answer from Will. Jack looked at Will closely and noted that Will had passed out. Jack sighed knowing full well by the next morning Will would wake up with the worst hangover of his life.
To be continued...