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[turned_captain]

Mal went through the door first, and Will followed closely behind.

He hadn't thought, when it came down to it: he hadn't needed to. He just charged through the door looking for Elizabeth and expecting Tia Dalma's cabin.

He had completely forgotten in his urgency that it's not where he came to Milliways from.

As the daylight hits Will's eyes, the first thing he does is turn around to look for Mal - but the captain's not there. Will worries for a beat, but calms himself and walks on into the familiar Garden, hand resting on his swordhilt.

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[book_bound]

"An ambitious undertaking, to be sure."

That is not to say Destiny is against it. Destiny is, as ever, remarkably neutral about either success or failure, or any of the innumerable roads in between.

"Are you prepared?"

[turned_captain]

Will draws his knife and holds it up, blade pointing down, hilt towards Destiny.

"I am," he says. "I know what I must do."

He just hasn't quite given it voice, yet.

[book_bound]

"Do you."

Destiny closes the Book for a moment, one finger holding his place.

"You seem remarkably comfortable with certainty, William Turner. Some of your acqaintance would counsel wariness on that front."

Destiny is not one of those.

Or is he?

He stands then, letting the Book fall back open. The chain that binds him to it clanks as he shifts away from the table, bare feet leaving no impression on the ground.

He casts no shadow, even in the bright mid-morning sunlight that floods the Garden.

"Have you eaten and drunk your fill, then?"

[turned_captain]

Will glances back down at his plate.

It's probably the closest he'll get to civilised food for a good long while, now he's left Milliways. Again, he wonders whether he'll ever return.

"I've taken all I care to," he says, and stands. He knocks the table as he does so, and an empty tankard falls over, spilling out something hard and silvery on to the table.

[book_bound]

Destiny still stands, Book open, reading.

"You might take that with you. Another ship's captain left it some time go. He was a very hot-tempered man, given to impulsiveness and rage. It seems to be a common trait among pirates."

[turned_captain]

Will looks down at it, and lifts it up to eyelevel.

A heavy silver charm on a long piece of leather, which when he slings it around his neck, hangs halfway down his chest. It's nothing special, but he's not really sure why he wouldn't take something Destiny offered.

"They're not all very impulsive," he remarks.

[book_bound]

"The still-living ones, perhaps. Though even they will die, soon enough."

Destiny turns slightly, beginning to pace deeper into the Garden.

"Take the left-hand path, William Turner. It will show you out."

[turned_captain]

Will looks away from Destiny, tucking the strange weight under his shirt.

The left hand path is open and clear, but the hedge on weither side gets taller very quickly, so it's almost trees. Then the light seems to drop away and Will finds himself walking in near darkness.

He continues on.