A God's Good Humor (2.0)

Chapter One.


Will stood in the rain, Tortuga was exactly as he had remembered it, which is why he was almost too afraid to move. Last time he had been there, he had the protection of Captain Jack Sparrow, now he had to make a name of himself or he would never complete his errand. He must find Jack Sparrow, or his Elizabeth would die.

Will sighed and made his way through the crowded streets, turning down offers from women and brandishing is sword and amorous men, he thanked God in heaven that Elizabeth had never been to this accursed place, there was no way she would escape undefiled, Will was having a hard enough time as it was. Yet another drunken pirate pinched his rear and made a rude comment,

“I bet I could get your ankles behind your ears.”

Will turned to him, shock clearly written on his face. The words these men were telling him, didn’t he look masculine enough? Did they honestly think he was a woman from behind?

“I see your interested.” the drunkard slurred.

“Lay a hand on me and I will disembowel you.” Will turned away and started to make his way into a familiar looking bar, unfortunately the pirate assumed that he was trying for seduction.

“Don’t walk away from me you slut faced whore bag.”

Utter disbelief froze Will in his steps, and everything had gone silent. All the noise that accompanied this place died at those words, anger and hurt pried made him turn, fire burning deep in his eyes. “What did you call me?”

“I pegged you dead on there, You are a fucking tease, Turn a man on then walk away, you’ll see no gold from me until you service me.”

“I am not a whore!” Indignation rose with in him as the watching crowd sized them up, on his left side he heard people taking bets. “I have no time for distractions, I am looking for Captain Jack Sparrow and I will not have the likes of you delaying me.”

“So you’re his personal whore.”

The drunk fell hard upon the ground and for a brief moment Will was truly confused, then the pain his raised fist identified himself as the reason. He waited to see if he would stand back up and demand a fight, but either Will hit him hard enough, or the man was just drunk enough, which ever he did not get back up.

The crowd yelled their approval and returned to their previous activities. Will hated this place, and he hoped to never step foot in this port again.

He finally walked into the pub he remembered from his first excursion, he desperately searched only to be disappointed. He didn’t see a single crewmember he remembered from the Black Pearl. He walked over to the counter and acquired a room, He had enough to stay here for a while, he just hoped that it wouldn’t come to that.

*~*~*~*~*

It was just before dawn when Will rolled out of bed, Jack would still be abed at this time, but if the Pearl was in harbor then Will would be able to find it before they could cast off again. Tortuga had changed with the coming day, it would appear like any other port town with honest businesses, not that Will would bet on them actually being honest, it made him long to be opening his smithy for the day. Shaking off the bout of homesickness he trudged on. Many merchants called out a good morning to him, they seemed to believe that only a fellow like them would be up and about at such an early hour.

He made it to the docks with no problems and stared at the ships in harbor. None had black sails, though he did assume that Jack could have changed the sails, though not a single ship looked anything like the majestic Black Pearl. He sighed at his horrible luck. He would have to start asking for information.

*~*~*~*~*

Two and a half months. That was how long it had been since he had started his search, he could not accept defeat, Elizabeth was counting on him and the only way he could save her was to bring Jack or the compass with him.

Every time he asked one of the women they slapped him and then laughed about it, he was honestly getting tired of their reactions, but not nearly as much as the men. They would say things like,

“I am more of a man then Jack Sparrow, why not stay with me…”

It was annoying how many of them wanted him as part of their crew. He would always politely decline, unless they got physical like the drunk on his first night. Then they wound up cupping their eyes or sometimes their new sword wounds.

Will felt like moving on, but there were no solid leads, his best bet was to stay in Tortuga until Jack pulled in, but who knew how long that would be. He rubbed his tired eyes and decided on more before he took a small break.

His perseverance was finally paying off. On the dock was a man, skin dark as shadows, weaving a fishing net, he seemed as good as any other to ask. Will picked up his step, and made his way over. When he was a yard away the man looked up, his dark eyes looked Will over as he had done the man.

“I am in search of Captain Jack Sparrow, do you have any information for me?”

“Can’t say about Jack Sparrow,” He continues to work as he answered, “but there’s an island just south of the straits where I trade spice for… delicious long pork.” The man paused with a soft smile of want on his face, before he continued. “Cannot say about Jack. But you can find a ship there. A ship with black sails.”

“I need passage to this island, do you know of a ship heading that way soon?”

“We head out in an hour, you can barter passage with me.”

Once again the dark eyes raked over his form, Will was not certain of what exactly he was looking for but when his eyes stopped at Will’s hips he thought he had the right idea. He removed the throwing dagger and sheath from his hip and handed it to the man, who looked at it and started laughing.

“Is that not enough?”

“It will buy you safe passage, we leave exactly in an hour, collect your things and return by then or we sail without you.”

“I understand.”

As Will walked away he overheard the men talking about what had just passed between them and Will almost slipped off the dock when he heard the man answer-

“Jack Sparrow s'est trouvé une putain innocente, il a pensé que j'ai voulu ceci comme paiement.”

He now blessed and cursed his knowledge of French, even though Port Royal was under the protection of the English crown, some French sailors would have to stop in for repairs and new swords, it was necessary for Will to learn how to communicate with them as his master was far too drunk to do so. The only person who would teach him was the wife of a barkeeper, she thought it was important for him to know all the dirty words as well, though he had denied the need to know such words at the time.

The men believed he was a whore, and not only that but Jack’s whore. He couldn’t believe this, had everyone who he had talked to assumed as much? He honestly hoped not or he would never live that reputation down, not that he was expecting to ever step foot in Tortuga again after he found Jack, and quite certainly he intended that Jack repair his good record just the same.

*~*~*~*~*

True to his word a great ship, at once Will recognized it as the Black Pearl, was aground, mooring lines holding it in place from when the tides changed. “My brother will take you ashore.”

*~*~*~*~*

Will sat in the dinghy and watched as the shore came closer and closer, he was so close to his goal that he could almost smell Jack in all his repugnant self. The man rowing turned and stopped rowing.

“What’s wrong? The shore is right there.”

“C’est trop dangerous.”

“What?”

“C’est trop dangerous, je vous lavais dit.” Will stood, the boat rocked and he waited until it steadied. “Bon voyage, monsieur.” He dove into the water and swam the rest of the way to shore, as he was buffeted by the waved he thought to himself that Jack Sparrow had better be there.

The waves crashed over him as she swam to shore, for a moment he feared that he was going to drown, as the waves spun him end over end, finally he broke the surface and took a gulp of air before he was submerged again. The waves sent him nearer to the shore with every powerful push and before too long he was able to stand and drag himself from the sea. He ignored the feeling of his clothing as it clung to him, and made his way to the great ship.

“Jack!” He took a much needed breath before calling again “Jack Sparrow!”

There was no answer, Will had half expected there to be a short reply of “Captain, Captain Jack Sparrow.” yet none came.

Thinking that perhaps there was only one lookout still aboard he called again this time entreating others he remembered from the crew. “Marty!” pause, “Cotton!” Still nothing. “Anybody?”

Could Jack really have left his beloved Pearl without a guard? Will didn’t know too much about these types of things, but would it not be just as easy to steal this ship as he and Jack had the Interceptor? If Jack had ordered them all off the Pearl then perhaps then they were somewhere in the think jungle spread out before him, the only question would be is where in there? Perhaps they were only out of earshot, and as soon as he crossed the forest edge they would be able to hear him. Flapping wings caught his attention and he turned and smiled. He was sure that this was Cotton’s parrot. “Ah a familiar face.”

“Don’t eat me.”

Will scrunched his face up, everything the bird said was meant to be code, a pirate speak or so he assumed… this was nothing he had ever heard from pirate or sailor so he could only guess that the birds words were literal.

“I’m not going to eat you.”

“Don’t eat me.”

He did not like this message, it sent shivers down his spine. To lighten his own mood he used a sarcastic tone as he responded. “Look at you, you’re all bone and feather and you’d probably taste like pigeon.”

Unable to fully relax after such a macabre greeting he stormed off in search, he hoped that he would find Jack and the crew laughing at the fright they had given him, that way he could punch the captain. He could still hear the bird squawking
.
“Don’t eat me… No don’t eat me.”

Farther then he had intended to go, Will looked around, he thought that he should be making marks on the trees so that he could eventually find his way out, however; before he could exact his plan his eye caught on something that was not commonly found in a jungle.

A clay flask was hanging from a small noose braded to form a cordlike rope, looking close he recognized the flask.

“Gibbs.”

This object was the mans most cherished possession, besides the devils drink that often resided within. In one of the acts that Jack would say is incredibly stupid Will followed the cord deeper and deeper into the shade of the trees, he no longer heard the distant surf or the call of the sea birds, new sounds took their place, something rustling the leaves, as if things beyond his sight moved.

The wind had been strong on the beach and he could feel the gusts blowing across him. He walked deeper, still following the cord, he could feel his clothes drying and his hair clumping in ringlets around his face. The cord drew him deeper and deeper into the thick jungle until it just stopped. He held the end up to his eyes and examined it.

The end was frayed like it had been cot off, but with a braded cord he couldn’t be sure, he looked around to see it have been severed when movement caught his eye, something large and green lunged at him. Instinct forced Will to back up, which caught his leg in a bear trap and before he could understand what happened he was hanging upside down and swinging from his foot.

A swarm of people all carrying a long spear rushed him from the ground, Will pulled his sword and started knocking their spears. If he was going to die, then he would die fighting.

“Come on! Lets go!” Will ignored the blood rushing to his head, as his sword connected with the spears. “Come on, who wants it?”

The natives looked at each other.

“I can do this all day!”

One of the many natives fired a blow dart into the upside down man.

Will fought to stay conscious and failed, he was sucked under the effects of what ever coated the dart. Oblivion surrounded him.

Ten men stood beneath him while one untied the rope they used for the trap, and Will was lowered to the ground. When the unconscious man was laying flat on the jungle floor, the others brought more rope and a long bamboo pole, and they started trying him up.

Will came in and out of consciousness during their hike. The swinging of his captors movement made him nauseated, though he was determined to stomach anything they decided to do to him. It seemed like hours that he was tied to the pole when they all movement stopped.

“Kali, kali tendahna.”

Will pried his eyes open, there before him was… “Jack? Jack Sparrow!” He raised his voice incase the other man couldn’t hear him. “I can honestly say I’m glad to see you.” The blood that pooled in his head was making him slightly giddy and she chuckled as he spoke to Jack.

Jack rose from his thrown and regally walked over to the hanging man and his captors, hardly sparing Will a look.

“Jack it’s me. Will Turner.”

“Marceko?”

Will looked at the man speaking, he shook his head and tried desperately to clear his eyes, this man looked and sounded exactly like how he remembered Jack, only, he couldn’t understand a single word that he spoke. Will couldn’t help but wonder if constantly being banged on the head was taking it’s toll.

“Ehn dan na. Eecipi!” It seemed that Will was the only one who couldn’t understand the language. He shook his head again, hanging was taking a lot out of him.

“Tell them to let me down!” Will said hopefully.

“Keh lai Lom. Lom peekie peekie. Lom eensy weensy.” Jack finally looked at the captured man as if he was only just now seeing him. He poked Will’s stomach and smiled when the blacksmith failed to stop the squeal from escaping. The pirate then took a closer look at the tied feet, he followed the long legs until he reached the pert bottom hidden beneath the loose pants the younger man wore. Without any warning he grabbed a handful of Wills seat and gave a good squeeze. “Lom say say Consortie bang bang.”

Will, while trying to escape from the greedy hand caught sight of the much needed compass. “Jack the compass. That’s all I need. Elizabeth is in danger. We were arrested for trying to help you. She faces the gallows!”

Jack tensed and a small scowl spread across his features. Turning once again to the native tribe Jack spoke the language that Will tried desperately to decipher. “Say say Lom supp supp swam mallilolli suku. Mannipolle!”

“Mannipolle!”

“Jack what did you tell them?” Still dangling from the pole Will was carried away from Jack. “What about Elizabeth? Jack!” A processional led him toward his fate, into a hut where the darkened interior anything could hind any number of tortures. He refused to whimper as the leather door cover rubbed across his body.

Still in the village center Jack stood and watched as William Turner was carried away from him. He had wanted the boy for a long while now, and now he was the only way for Jack to escape. He looked heaven word and smiled… apparently someone up there liked him.

*~*~*~*~*

Inside the hut Will was cut free from his bindings, he fell into the ready hands of several men, the head rush refused to abate leaving Will at their mercies. First they cut away his clothes then he was scrubbed head to toe, and everywhere in between with salt water, then rubbed dry. He tried to pull himself from their restraining hands to no avail. An incredibly old woman approached him, She decorated him body with a blue paint, unlike the natives green, black and white, in swirling designs with hints of white.

He was never as embarrassed as when he was lifted above the heads of the men so that his back could be decorated as well, or so he thought until the old woman spread his rear cheeks and painted over the pucker she found there.

“I demand you stop this at once.” He shouted at them, they ignored him completely.

He struggled as they brought him back into the bright sunlight. He had to turn his face, the paint of his face made his skin feel tight and cracking. He was once again brought before Jack, this time naked and painted blue.

“Tell them to let me go!” He screamed at Jack.

The women of the tribe all giggled around him, much to Will’s dislike. They all gazed at his nakedness and Will felt his cheeks flame. It was improper to be undressed in such a fashion as this. Elizabeth had not even seen him thus, though she had hinted several times that she wished to.

Without a word Jack turned around and began to walk away from him, anger burned in his belly, until he noticed that the entire tribe was following the debatably sane pirate. He continued to glare at the pirate as he was carried spread eagled through the entire village. He was lucky enough that almost the entire population was trailing behind him, though Jack would spin around and catch a good look at him, which only made his cheeks burn harder and brighter.

Set upon a raise was the largest and grandest hut, not that it was anything compared to Governor Swann’s manor, or his tiny room above the smithy for that much, but compared to the others before or around it , it was the most grand. Jack entered it before his contingent of guards carried him in.

The inside had not been how he had expected it, it was lush with fabrics draping from all sides, thick animal pelts created a pallet like bed, and all the things Will had expected to find in Jack’s cabin aboard the Pearl. His eyes took his surroundings, He had honestly not been anticipating something like this… den of sin.

His captors finally lowered him onto the fur pile, but before he could even attempt an escape, his arms were bound behind his back and her feet were tightly wrapped together. From examining the rope that held Gibbs’ flask in the jungle he knew that the cords were strong and not likely to break, that never stopped him from trying before. He squirmed and wriggled until he over balanced and fell flat on his face. There was only one chuckle this time, so Will squirmed until he saw that he was quite alone with Jack.

“Enjoying yourself Turner?”

The younger man growled low in his throat and refused to look at the smirking man. “Untie me.”

“All in good time Whelp.” Jack walked over to the door, pushed aside the beaded hangings without letting it touch his skin. He whispered something, Will knew it was too low for him to hear, but he attempted anyway, to no avail. Jack stood waiting at the curtain, when whatever he had asked for was handed to him he snuck a look at Will before saying “Fie, fie.”

For all of a second Will saw the bright glow of a fire, before it’s radiant light vanished. Jack turned around fully this time and moved to the center or the round hut, in his hands was a large bowl, rising smoke wafted in the air, the scent was thick and tangent, almost as if it could encircle him with more bonds.

“Jack?”

“Hush.” The pirate sat near him on the furs and placed the bowl within easy reach, the overwhelming smell was musky like the smell of horses, yet there was an underlying sweetness like vanilla. He took a couple more deep breaths trying to identify what it really was, but he had never smelt this before.

“You arrived at the perfect time.” Jack took off a shoe, he made a show about stretching his toes before he repeated to process with the other. “These people, the Pellagustos, have decided that I am a god. They worship me, and have honored me by making me chief. There is just one problem, their gods rule in pairs.”

“How did you do that?”

Jack stopped undressing and turned to look at him. He leaned forward to look into his eyes and waved his hand inched from the others face. Will smacked the hand out of his face and glared.

“Just making sure. Do what?”

“How did you convince them you are a god?”

Jack smiled. “They looked at my penis.”

“What?”

“Not important. They declared me a god in human flesh, now as I already told you their gods arrive as human in pairs, if they arrive alone then there is one way to send them back into their god form. First they roast the god above a sacred fire, then eat the meat.” Jack unclasped his belt and bandolier, carefully keeping them out of Will’s reach.

Jack pulled his shirt over his head and stood, effectively giving Will a look at all his tattoos and scars. Will’s eyes locked on to the bullet wounds, long since healed, concern and awe vying to be the major emotion. “Jack…”

“Hush. Now of their gods appear as a pair, then those two gods are the only way to return the other to their true form.” Jack unwrapped t he sash as his waist, staring at Will. “I already told you they consider me a god, lucky for me they think you are my counterpart.”

“What does that mean?” Will head was swimming, with every breath he was more incoherent. “What…um, what?”

“It means my sweet William, that they want their sex god to claim him willful mate, that’s me claiming you, and for the two or them, meaning us, to create life.”

“I still… don’t”

“It means darling, that I am going to fuck you into that there pile of furs, and with the effects of that smoke already deeply in affect, once you wake up, you’ll be as randy as me.”

“You… drugged, you did…I hate you…” Will slumped against their bed, too captivated with the smoke to effectively fight off sleep.

Jack sat beside his naked captive. He played with the salty curls and smiled. “You hate me now, Aye… but soon, you’ll be addicted to me, just like I am to you.”

Jack had spent years developing intolerances to all types of poisons and drugs. From Jacks most favored Rum, to the talk of the east, opium, nothing really bothered him now, though he still had the pleasant sensations, he would never pass out from them like Will had done. To be overcome meant someone, anyone could kill you. He would protect Will, for the former blacksmith was now Jack’s favorite possession.

*~*~*~*~*

Will woke to the sound of drums, the rhythmic beating was in time with his own heart, slow and steady. He sat up and felt the paint that still decorating him cracking yet not flaking off. His hand brushed the tick fur beneath him, and suddenly he could feel it all over his body.

He could smell the sea water that had dried in his hair, he only the noticed that his hair was no longer tied back, it fell in messy curls around his face and down his back. His hair was softer then the fur, though not by much. He looked around the hut and saw the vibrant colors of the fabrics that were strewn around.

He took a deep breath and could almost taste the exotic scent of musk, the smell forced him to turn towards his left and look directly at Jack. The musk was almost dripping off the man, he rolled on to his knees and took the sight of the naked man.

His skin was a golden tan except where it was interrupted by tattoos and scars, the white ‘p’ that decorated his arm the lightest part on him. His hair was also unrestrained, the dark mass of it looked like shadows and the beads suddenly seemed brighter then Will remembered them being.

Will’s eyes trailed down his body taking in everything, including the large member that was jutting out, pointed at Will. It was large and golden, just like the rest of the man, at it’s base was a nest of neatly trimmed black curls. Will looked harder and realized that the pirate even decorated this hair with a small braids and a bead or two. These beads were lovely and Will wanted to see if they were as shiny close up.

Jack moved, and the musk smell assaulted him again, it made his eyes roll up into his head and a moan escape from his mouth. He heard the gentle sound of Jack taking a step closer and Will shot his eyes open staring at him. Jack smirked and his gold teeth glinted in the light distractingly. Will pounced and collided with the pirates broad chest.

Jack having been expecting this caught Will and carried him to the ground the pirate landing on top. There was a growl from the intoxicated man, which only made Jack smile wider. “Tell me what you want Will.”

The pirate attempted to pull back to stare at his new lover only to be flipped with the younger man sitting astride his chest. A hot mouth suddenly latched onto his chest, right over one of the bullet wounds. No one had paid such attention to his scars while having sex, all the whores would act like they weren’t there, or refuse to look, not his Will though, his Will was licking, kissing and sucking every single one of them. When a gentle kiss was placed on the branded arm Jack bucked up, his member rubbing against the pert firm bottom.

Will gasped at the new sensation, his back ached and his eyes closed.

Jack flipped them again, pulling Will’s knees over his shoulders, He pushed the hips upwards and pried the round cheeks apart. Seeing the tight little pucker decorated with the blue paint Jack almost came then. He dived for it, his mouth latching on.

A shout of surprise sounded as Will jerked with the new sensation.

A hot tongue pushed at the boys entrance, it laved, tweaked, pushed and finally penetrated. The former blacksmith bucked so hard he nearly dislodged the greedy pirate. The feeling was both strange and pleasurable. Will sobbed as he felt his now fully erect member begin to leak.

A hunger he had always ignored reared it’s head with a maddening vengeance. He was swept away on these feelings all the while a tight coiling began in his body. He felt like one of his many swords, thrust into the fire, where it would grow hotter and hotter, until it was perfect for working, then it would be hammered repeatedly. He was growing hot and hotter, through his closed eyes he could almost see the red light turn to white hot… he needed to be hammered, now.

His eyes shot open as Jack pulled back and settled above him. Will tried to explain how he felt but all that escaped him was, “Hammer me.”

The wicked smirk returned on the pirates face.

Will screamed as something hot, long and hard fought its way into his body. He was not sure if his scream was in pain of in relief… This was what he needed. The thing became fully seated inside him and Will gasped, it was large and filled him completely.

“Yes! You’re mine now Will.” Jack pulled himself out and thrust back in. The tight walls of Will’s body squeezed him, making the pirate see stats. He repeated his motions again, and started on a quick rhythm, almost bending Will in two with each thrust.

The younger man clung on, the hammering of Jack’s cock up his ass, brushing something that made Will’s body jerk was almost too much for him. He clung on to the dark locks that swung around both their faces and meet every thrust inward.

The hammering sent sparks through his body, Will could only hold on as strike after strike made him closer and closer to being complete. He made desperate sounds, hoping that his craftsman would know he was ready.

Jack grabbed the long neglected cock and pumped it in a tight fist twice before Will jerked hard in his hand and screamed. His climax so strong it gripped Jack and pulled him along in the undertow. The pirate grunted as his seed filled into Will’s body.

The older man gazed down at his lover and chuckled when he saw that Will, his junior by at least the whelps entire life had passed out. He lay on top of the sated man and smiled. “That is a way to make and old man feel young.” He pulled out of the tight yet relaxed body and stood up. They hadn’t even landed on the bed of furs. Jack picked his lover up and lovingly placed him on the pile before joining him in sleep.

He would have a lot of explaining once the boy woke up, and for that Jack would need some rest. It was good to be a god.

*~*~*~*~*

His head was killing him, Will was sure of it. It was tired of being hit all the time and had decided to revolt. He felt the pounding of his heartbeat inside his temples as the rebelled against him falling back asleep to ride out the rest of this pain. He could also feel the dryness in his mouth, almost as if he breathed in the ash from his smithy. He rolled over and groaned, his hand hit something warm and smooth that moved, as if breathing. The warmth was inviting so he snuggled in closer, until the thing started laughing.

Will shot away from the chuckling pirate and groaned as his head, and surprisingly his read protested the movement. He held his head and groaned again. “What happened?”

He gasped as flashes of what happened returned to him. He looked at the smirking pirate and glared. “What did you do?”

“In your own words, I hammered you.”

“You drugged me!”

“Yeah, and?”

“That’s it? You think you can do something like this and get away with it because your Jack Sparrow?”

The pirate stood up, still naked and walked around the angry man to get dressed. “No, I know I can get away with this because I am CAPTAIN Jack Sparrow, and you belong to me now.”

“I refuse.”

“Oh, you poor deluded creature. I wasn’t offering to have you be mine, I was stating a fact. You belong to me, no escaping, no letting you go. I own you.”

Will stood up to argue face to face only to have blinding pain streak up his spin, originating at his entrance. He crumpled to the fur again, and breathed through the pain when he could speak again without whimpering he spat at the pirate. “You ticked me into thinking you were a good man. You made me think that I could trust you!”

Jack stared down at the younger man and sneered. “I told you I was a pirate. Never trust a pirate Will. You deluded yourself into thinking I was a good man.”

“No, you tricked me… I thought you could be counted on to save Elizabeth.”

“Will, I have what I want, the Black Pearl and you. I have no need for Elizabeth Swann.” Jack stood up and walked away from the younger man.

Tears had sprung up in his eyes, he couldn’t trust Jack that much was clear now… he could feel his world crumble ling around him. Elizabeth needed his help and Will was out of options. As soon as the pirate was out the door, Will allowed himself to cry. He sobbed into the thick fur and prayed, prayed that somehow Elizabeth would be safe, even if he couldn’t make it in time to save her.

Jack stood outside the hut and listened to his boy sob out word of prayer. He had to prove to Will that he was no longer a free man, that his life would now be spent pleasing Jack… he suddenly wanted to save the stupid bint just so that Will would stop crying, not that he could, being stuck on an island with insane cannibal worshipers. He walked away from his sobbing lover troubled… perhaps if his boy was good then he would go save the tramp.

Tbc.

A/N: Recently I was rereading all my works and began to get depressed. I seriously shouted that I am a crap writer and all my works were trash. I really need some help right now. Please take a look as this version and tell me if it is any better then the previous one. Which ever one is better written then I will go with that one. I have not spell checked this or read through it so there are likely to be some errors… I’m human so please don’t say “Well this was has errors.” I can not be perfect in this when I am in desperate need of help so just help me out ok?

Thank you.