There's been an
interesting debate going forth at
potc_discussion, productive of numerous plotbunnies. This one is for the current drabble challenge at
blackpearlsails...
~ Malice Aforethought ~
You had it easy, boy!
The words echoed, mocking, in Will's ears as he fell, then staggered up, half mad with pain and betrayal. The world was dull gray, sea, sky, the unceasing rain, his father, the whole damned ship. The fate that Jack Sparrow had handed him.
Yet later, when his hurts had eased under his father's ministrations, Will was able to see his way again, see sense, and hope, and a path through to the light. It wasn't fate, and a man made his own destiny.
Jack certainly had. Will's eyes narrowed in anticipation of their next meeting.
~.~