White and Black Pearls 2 - One Remaining Pearl
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Pirates of the Caribbean (All) › General
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
18
Views:
1,238
Reviews:
10
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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White and Black Pearls - One Remaining Pearl - Chapter 16
Chapter Sixteen
“So you understand what’s needed of you then?” Celeste asked softly.
Bootstrap Bill nodded, his expression serious. As Celeste turned towards the edge of the ship, he took a step forward suddenly. “Wait.”
The goddess paused and turned back around to face him, her expression curious. She’d thought she had explained the plan to him, it was simple enough, and he had just confirmed he understood it, so she wasn’t sure what else he might have to ask her about. “Yes?”
“I…” Bill rubbed his hand on his shirt then, before offering it out to her. “I was wrong about you.”
Her eyes smiled for her as Celeste’s expression softened. She reached out and accepted his hand, and the firm shake he gave it. Finally a small, gentle smile pulled at her lips as he kissed the top of her hand like a gentleman. “No,” she said with a shake of her head. “You weren’t.”
He watched as Celeste turned away once more when her hand was released, and Bill moved to the railing of the Flying Dutchman, leaning over it. It was mildly disturbing but mostly fascinating to watch as Celeste stepped off the bottom rung of the Dutchman’s port side and disappeared in the clouds whispering past like waves of ice white water. He burnt the images into his mind forever, of her, and of this view of the sky above the clouds, which he was sure not many other men had ever or would ever see in their lifetimes. He decided then, that if he was ever to tell her story, he would try to paint a better picture of her.
When he couldn’t see her black hair and cloak in the clouds the ship was sailing upon any longer, and she had sunk out of view, Bootstrap Bill turned to look at the waiting items on the ship’s deck, fully dried and waiting.
Bill paused, alarmed, before realizing that she must have taken them, when he found that Jack’s effects were not there. He let out a slow sigh and walked the boards of the Flying Dutchman, running his fingers along the Kraken Hammer and the rigging. If somebody would have told him that this was where he would be standing today, twenty or thirty years ago, he might have punched them in the mouth and called them a liar and a fool. He couldn’t imagine what it felt like to be involved in these adventures for somebody younger and without as much salt in their hair, like his son. He most certainly didn’t want to imagine where Will might be at this very moment if Bootstrap hadn’t been present on this very ship under Davy’s service, there to help him in his time of need. Even though the hells he had suffered, somehow, they had all come out with an end purpose or benefit even though the means had been torture.
All he could hope for was that just maybe the same strokes of luck Bill had experienced in his life to counter the strokes of misfortune would also pass along to his son, among all the other things Will had inherited.
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Another chapter to come!
“So you understand what’s needed of you then?” Celeste asked softly.
Bootstrap Bill nodded, his expression serious. As Celeste turned towards the edge of the ship, he took a step forward suddenly. “Wait.”
The goddess paused and turned back around to face him, her expression curious. She’d thought she had explained the plan to him, it was simple enough, and he had just confirmed he understood it, so she wasn’t sure what else he might have to ask her about. “Yes?”
“I…” Bill rubbed his hand on his shirt then, before offering it out to her. “I was wrong about you.”
Her eyes smiled for her as Celeste’s expression softened. She reached out and accepted his hand, and the firm shake he gave it. Finally a small, gentle smile pulled at her lips as he kissed the top of her hand like a gentleman. “No,” she said with a shake of her head. “You weren’t.”
He watched as Celeste turned away once more when her hand was released, and Bill moved to the railing of the Flying Dutchman, leaning over it. It was mildly disturbing but mostly fascinating to watch as Celeste stepped off the bottom rung of the Dutchman’s port side and disappeared in the clouds whispering past like waves of ice white water. He burnt the images into his mind forever, of her, and of this view of the sky above the clouds, which he was sure not many other men had ever or would ever see in their lifetimes. He decided then, that if he was ever to tell her story, he would try to paint a better picture of her.
When he couldn’t see her black hair and cloak in the clouds the ship was sailing upon any longer, and she had sunk out of view, Bootstrap Bill turned to look at the waiting items on the ship’s deck, fully dried and waiting.
Bill paused, alarmed, before realizing that she must have taken them, when he found that Jack’s effects were not there. He let out a slow sigh and walked the boards of the Flying Dutchman, running his fingers along the Kraken Hammer and the rigging. If somebody would have told him that this was where he would be standing today, twenty or thirty years ago, he might have punched them in the mouth and called them a liar and a fool. He couldn’t imagine what it felt like to be involved in these adventures for somebody younger and without as much salt in their hair, like his son. He most certainly didn’t want to imagine where Will might be at this very moment if Bootstrap hadn’t been present on this very ship under Davy’s service, there to help him in his time of need. Even though the hells he had suffered, somehow, they had all come out with an end purpose or benefit even though the means had been torture.
All he could hope for was that just maybe the same strokes of luck Bill had experienced in his life to counter the strokes of misfortune would also pass along to his son, among all the other things Will had inherited.
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Another chapter to come!