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Will Turner ([personal profile] turned_captain) wrote2007-10-28 01:48 pm

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Even though it's technically the same every time, Will never gets bored in the routine of bringing on board his passengers, looking them in the eye, and being able to address them by their own name, in their own tongue. He finds himself taking an interest in everyone, in wanting to know about their lives, and it becomes harder and harder to judge people by his previous standards of good and evil. Everyone he meets has a different point of view, and most are surprisingly happy to meet him. And yet, he still feels a conflicted sense of hope with every person they take on board before he looks at them. Hope mixed with dread that it might be someone he knew from a previous life. That it might be her, and his long wait to see her might at last be over, at the cost of her life.

Today, as always, it isn't her. But it is someone familiar: a man Will knew from Sao Feng's crew - a crew he called his own for a few minutes on board the Black Pearl - Da Bohai. He and Will never exhanged a word when they both lived - the fact that neither spoke the language of the other played a large factor here - but as Captain Turner welcomes him on board, Da Bohai's fingers close tightly on the Captain's wrist. Will looks down to see a makeshift rope tied around the sailor's wrist, a rope clearly plaited from a length of long blonde human hair.

"[For you,]" Da Bohai says urgently, passing him the rope. "[She charged me to find you.]"

Will's face is impassive as he nods and takes the rope, taking far too much care not to cut it at all. "[Thank you, sailor. You have fulfilled your final duty.]"

As his men show the newest passenger below, Will looks down at the rope, turning it over in his hands. He can feel at least two pairs of eyes on him, and knows that both his father and Norrington understand what he has, but that neither of them will say anything, yet.

He knows what to do as inexplicably and instinctively as he knew how to perform the Duty. He reaches for the silver charm around his neck, and for the first time since he picked it up, it hinges open to reveal a small locket like space within. Will places the lock of hair inside and clicks it shut again, when it appears to all eyes to be a formless shape again, with neither join line nor hinge visible.

Still avoiding the questioning looks of his crew, Captain Turner retires to his cabin. He's almost expecting the Garden to be right there when he opens the door, so he's rather disappointed to find it to still be his cabin.

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[personal profile] book_bound 2007-09-30 01:42 am (UTC)(link)
The door never opened.

There was not even the slightest hint of a footstep.

There are no extra shadows on the floor.

But from the corner of the cabin comes the faintest sound of a page being turned.


"William Turner. You are late."

Destiny, eldest of those known as the Endless, does not sound surprised by this.

He isn't.
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[personal profile] book_bound 2007-09-30 05:19 pm (UTC)(link)
"I know."

The chain binding Destiny to his book clanks softly as he turns another page.

"You never do."
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[personal profile] book_bound 2007-09-30 05:45 pm (UTC)(link)
"I do not object."

And indeed he does not.

Whether he drinks it, however--that remains to be seen.
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[personal profile] book_bound 2007-09-30 06:12 pm (UTC)(link)
"You were marked, yes."

Destiny does not reach out to take the wine glass.

Instead, he turns another page, the sound louder than it should be in this tiny room.
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[personal profile] book_bound 2007-09-30 06:19 pm (UTC)(link)
"I read what is written, William Turner."

It is an answer, and at the same time it's not.

But Destiny knew William Turner before he was born.

Before his father was born.

This moment has been a long time in coming.
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[personal profile] book_bound 2007-09-30 06:38 pm (UTC)(link)
"You will not learn that here, William."

There are mysteries, and then there are Mysteries.

And Destiny rarely makes it easy for anyone.
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[personal profile] book_bound 2007-09-30 07:20 pm (UTC)(link)
Did the shadows not hide Destiny's face so well, Will might catch sight of the tiniest of smirks flitting across his features.

But as it is, Destiny merely turns another page.

"You will make landfall again in ten years. Such are the terms of the curse."
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[personal profile] book_bound 2007-09-30 07:38 pm (UTC)(link)
Again there is the sound of pages rustling, but Destiny makes no sound as he takes a step forward.

Toward the door.

"She is alive, William Turner. You know full well the unpredictability of that condition."

He takes another step, still silent, still shadowless.
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[personal profile] book_bound 2007-09-30 07:55 pm (UTC)(link)
"You have taken hold of nothing yet, William."

Destiny's voice is entirely calm, and he is still moving toward the door.

"Not even that which you already bear."
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[personal profile] book_bound 2007-09-30 08:03 pm (UTC)(link)
Destiny says nothing more, merely passes through the doorway and into shadow.

Into his Garden.

And if his lips curve in a tiny smile as he goes--

What of it?

There are none but his servants to see.