Spirit
Will was never a big believer in spirits. He tended to put his faith in what he could actually see for himself, not fanciful notions of things that could never be proven. He believed in solid things like hard work and good deeds and keeping to one's place in society.
Until he found himself face-to-face with a crew of cursed, undead pirates. After that, he wasn't quite sure what was real anymore. He still believed in hard work and doing what was right, but their adventure with Jack and Barbossa had made him realize that sometimes doing what's right isn't always doing what's good. Nor is doing what's good always right. He'd also found that a man's place in society is not so fixed a thing that the right woman cannot change it.
Over time, his life had calmed down again and everything seemed to be getting back on track. He still had his work, he was preparing to marry the woman he loved, and he hadn't seen a single pirate, undead or otherwise, since Jack dove into the sea to reclaim his precious Black Pearl. So it's a bit of a shock when, on what is to be his wedding day, he and Elizzabeth are arrested for, of all things, piracy. Condemned to hang, unless he can find Jack Sparrow and convince him to hand over his compass. The very same compass that, as far as Will has seen, never leaves his person.
Along his journey, Will witnesses a number of things he would not have believed before meeting Jack Sparrow. A tribe of cannibals that will worship a man as their god one minute and then roast him alive the next. Yet another crew of cursed pirates, this one slowly morphing into creatures of the sea while serving under the infamous and very real Davy Jones, who himself looks more like he belongs under the sea than above it. And one of them is his own father, a man he believed long dead, sunk to the bottom of the ocean years ago. Which he had been, until Davy Jones made him an offer for his soul.
Tia Dalma, the strange gypsy woman Jack took them to see, told Will he had a touch of destiny about him. She had an odd way of saying it, of saying everything, that put him on edge. Maybe it was because she knew his name without him having to tell her. Or because she had jars of eyeballs and freakish voodoo-like trinkets all around her little house in the swamp. Whatever the reason, she made him uncomfortable. She was the type of woman who talked to spirits, and despite all he'd seen Will still wasn't sure he believed in that.
By the time he found himself back at Tia Dalma's, however, everything had changed. Will had seen too much to doubt that anything could be possible. He's seen Davy Jones's heart, locked in a chest but still beating. He'd seen entire ships pulled into the sea by the Krakken, seen it tear apart the Black Pearl and devour Jack. And most unbelievable of all, he'd seen Elizabeth in the arms of another man, in Jack's arms, kissing him. After that, he was pretty sure he would believe anything.
So when they returned to Tia Dalma's, disheartened by the loss of Jack, Will didn't flinch when she told them they could get him back. His ideas of life and death were long-shattered, nearly as much as his heart had b een. And when the door opened and Barbossa stepped through, alive and well, he merely thought, Oh, it's him.
Will still doesn't believe in spirits, though. How can he, when no one he knows ever stays dead?
Until he found himself face-to-face with a crew of cursed, undead pirates. After that, he wasn't quite sure what was real anymore. He still believed in hard work and doing what was right, but their adventure with Jack and Barbossa had made him realize that sometimes doing what's right isn't always doing what's good. Nor is doing what's good always right. He'd also found that a man's place in society is not so fixed a thing that the right woman cannot change it.
Over time, his life had calmed down again and everything seemed to be getting back on track. He still had his work, he was preparing to marry the woman he loved, and he hadn't seen a single pirate, undead or otherwise, since Jack dove into the sea to reclaim his precious Black Pearl. So it's a bit of a shock when, on what is to be his wedding day, he and Elizzabeth are arrested for, of all things, piracy. Condemned to hang, unless he can find Jack Sparrow and convince him to hand over his compass. The very same compass that, as far as Will has seen, never leaves his person.
Along his journey, Will witnesses a number of things he would not have believed before meeting Jack Sparrow. A tribe of cannibals that will worship a man as their god one minute and then roast him alive the next. Yet another crew of cursed pirates, this one slowly morphing into creatures of the sea while serving under the infamous and very real Davy Jones, who himself looks more like he belongs under the sea than above it. And one of them is his own father, a man he believed long dead, sunk to the bottom of the ocean years ago. Which he had been, until Davy Jones made him an offer for his soul.
Tia Dalma, the strange gypsy woman Jack took them to see, told Will he had a touch of destiny about him. She had an odd way of saying it, of saying everything, that put him on edge. Maybe it was because she knew his name without him having to tell her. Or because she had jars of eyeballs and freakish voodoo-like trinkets all around her little house in the swamp. Whatever the reason, she made him uncomfortable. She was the type of woman who talked to spirits, and despite all he'd seen Will still wasn't sure he believed in that.
By the time he found himself back at Tia Dalma's, however, everything had changed. Will had seen too much to doubt that anything could be possible. He's seen Davy Jones's heart, locked in a chest but still beating. He'd seen entire ships pulled into the sea by the Krakken, seen it tear apart the Black Pearl and devour Jack. And most unbelievable of all, he'd seen Elizabeth in the arms of another man, in Jack's arms, kissing him. After that, he was pretty sure he would believe anything.
So when they returned to Tia Dalma's, disheartened by the loss of Jack, Will didn't flinch when she told them they could get him back. His ideas of life and death were long-shattered, nearly as much as his heart had b een. And when the door opened and Barbossa stepped through, alive and well, he merely thought, Oh, it's him.
Will still doesn't believe in spirits, though. How can he, when no one he knows ever stays dead?