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[Hello, Duckies! The feed has turned on and currently is rolling across a deck. The small mirror spin on it's side a few times before stilling and showing Will being tossed against a rather dilapidated looking railing. The falling rain has soaked everything and gives the feed a slightly blurred look. Will is glaring up at a man with squid tentacles writhing along his chin. Will quickly glances across the deck and Davy Jones catches the look before smiling. The man says something but he's too far to be heard over the rain.

Suddenly there is a sword at Will's chin.]

Tell me Mister Turner, do you fear death?

[Will doesn't answer but Davy Jones is distracted by someone off camera. Will relaxes visibly and looks back across the deck with a smile.

The relief is short lived as Davy Jones turns suddenly and plunges the sword straight into Will's heart. Will manages a scream before falling back against the railing. There's a woman's scream as the video fades.

There's a low thunk and the camera managed to catch a hand stabbing a still beating heart before fading to black.]

((ooc: Will is dead! Responses will be canonly two days after this, with Will being the new Davy Jones.))

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[Small boat for a smaller man. James floated with a sea of other souls, each one led by a tiny lantern, sailing aimlessly. At the beginning, some people in the boats distraught, even hysterical, trying to find their way to the promised better life.

Not James. A strange calm had settled over him, even before Jones had stabbed him. He'd quickly given up on trying to steer his boat, letting it float toward their eventual rest.]

Edited 2012-07-15 02:06 (UTC)

[The water was calm around the boats, the only hint of the large white ship surfacing being a small wave that pushed a few of the boats aside. The crew shouted orders and Will simply watched for a few moments before calling for the sails to be pulled so the ship would still.

The plank was lowered and slowly but surely the crew began to pull up those trapped in the boats.]

...There are so many.

[Just how many years of Jones' mistakes was he going to have to clean up?]

[Alexia has very little hope that she will receive a response, but just the same...]

Mister Turner?

[Some -- those of especially strong resolve or pure purpose -- managed to find their way on their own. But the rest were like James, simply floating, waiting for someone to give them a push in the right direction. Hoping, much as they had in life, that they would blunder their way into something meaningful.

James couldn't help a familiar shudder when the ship "surfaced". He'd spent too long aboard the Dutchman not to recognize her, although she looked practically new. The ship James remembered was dirty and overgrown with algae, while this one was glittering and clean. Not that that excused the quality of the men on board -- well.

Unthinking, James reached for the sword he no longer carried. Well, if Jones was here, maybe it was time to get his blade back. His boat leveled out, gliding toward the Dutchman.]

[He's squinting a little and he after a moment he smiles.]

Ah...hello, Ms. Maccon...I'm surprised to see you.

[Seeing as it had been two days, Alexia had of course, assumed the worst.

Needless to say, upon seeing a response from Will, she is rather shocked.]

Mister Turner! You're alive!

[Well, he needed to clean up a few things.]

In a manner, yes...are you alright?

I am quite well, thank you.

But what do you mean; "in a manner"?

Ho!

[The plank was sent down towards James boat, the small craft stilling right next to the Dutchman. The ornate gold canon heads looking on serenely as a very human crew man peered over the side. After a moment recognition sets in and he runs off.]

Well...

[He bites his lip a bit before glancing around. Out of habit as he really has nothing to worry about.]

The ship I am on is akin to a Limbo. I am the Captain.

[James recognized that voice. He shaded his eyes more out of habit than of need.]

--Mr. Turner?

[Well. Just when he thought things couldn't get any more awkward.]

Akin to limbo? I've never heard of such a ship.

[WHAT EVEN.

SERIOUSLY YOU ALL.

STOP DYING.]

Mr. Turner!?

[ Another person she likes dead. Wasn't this whole being alive thing supposed to get... well, better? Because someone must have sent her the wrong brochure. She doesn't even realize that the damn thing is on and she's just staring at it looking like she wants to start crying. ]

Edited 2012-07-15 23:14 (UTC)

Oh my god... [Sam feels like he's going to be sick.]

Edited 2012-07-15 23:36 (UTC)

[ The community likes to show deaths. She doesn't look away the moment she sees Will stabbed; without a place like this, there would be no other way for her to know he came to an end. Death in battle is supposedly glorious, but she knows better.

She supposes she shouldn't be bitter about it, especially when he didn't ask anyone on the community for help ]

[ It's three days later when she returns to this post. Is that what they call mourning? Who knows. But curiously enough, she sees the comment count has increased.

And she couldn't be more surprised as to who is responding to others. ] You still live, William Turner.

[Will peers over the side and smiles softly.]

Admiral Norrington!

[He turns to the crew and after a few assurances he appears over the side again.]

Welcome aboard....I did not think we would be in time to get to you.

It may something that exists solely in my world. It serves to ferry the souls of those lost at sea to whatever judgement awaits them.

[James hesitated, then accepted the implicit offer. He didn't want to leave his boat. It was safe, and secure, and his entirely. But when he laid a hand on the Dutchman, it helped to soothe his worries.]

I don't think you've much to worry about, on time. It seems there are hundreds trapped down here.

[Well...he certainly has things to explain doesn't he.]

Hello, Arthur. Sorry for the worry.

[Oh...no...he hopes she hasn't cried too much. He really couldn't stand it.]

Buffy? Buffy are you...there?

[It would feel rather silly to ask if she was alright after he was the one who well.]

Sam!

[Please still be able to get this...]

Sam, it's alright. It's...complicated, but all is well.

[He smiles softly.]

I did not mean to cause such a mess but yes, in a manner of speaking I am alive.

[Will shall eventually learn about that little trick, for now it seems he must learn as he goes. There isn't exactly an instruction book on board.]

So it seems...it will take me ten years simply to fix Jones' mistakes.

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