THE REACTIONBY: Nita Riddle
"Will, a letter came for you from Anamaria," I told him when I***
walked into his shop. He was in the middle of his practice with the
swords, why he still does it when we are rich, I'll never
Normally I would kiss him first but I was curious as to why Anamaria
sent him a letter. Why would anyone send Will a letter other than
Mr. Sparrow? And why Anamaria?
Will stopped in the middle of his pratice and stared at me, "Are you
sure it's not from Jack?" He placed him sword down on the anvil near
I nodded, comming closer to him to peck him on the
cheek, "Positive. It's not his handwriting. Besides, it's addressed
to you personally."
I handed him the sealed enevelope and watched his face as he read
it to see if it would give me a hint as to why Anamaria would send
him the letter. Could it be that JAck can't make it to the
Aniversary party tonight? No, I thought, or rather, until I noticed
Jack's reaction to the letter.
By the time he finished he was pale faced as a ghost and was looking
ready to faint, cry, or scream.
He crumpled the letter, throwing it to the ground it a short fit of
anger and fustration. His hands clenched tightly and then released
suddenly as if he lost what ever anger he had had.
I placed a hand on his arm and moved closer to him, conserned over
the eratic behavior. "Will, you're scaring me, what's wrong?" I
asked him, watching him carefully.
Will looked at me and couldn't seem to make himself speak before
whispering so quietly I could barely hear it, "Jack's dead."
The words sent a chill through my bones.
I stared at him in disbelief, "But...but...he's Captain Jack
Sparrow. He can't be dead. He can't be. It's got to be a rouse to
keep the Commodor from searching for the Pearl when he comes tonight
for the party."
It didn't seem right. It couldn't be, I told myself. Mr. Sparrow
it invinsible, he would never let anyone kill him.
A mocking bird chirped a song out side the smith and I wished to
Today was supposed to be a perfect day, our first anniversary. We
were going to have a party tonight, father spent weeks planning it
for us even though Will and I both dislike formality.
Today was supposed to be the perfect day. Our day.
Even Jack had been sent an invitation and said he would come.
Will looked as if struggling with thousands of inner demons. I have
never seen pain like that in his eyes. It was like a part of him
had been killed.
"Will, it will be alright. You'll see, he'll show up tonight after
the Commodor has left the party and be joking about how he had us
all fooled. Don't worry about it." I told him.
I smiled happily, I can't wait to see the relieved look on Will's
face when he see's Jack at the party.
Will's tear filled eyes looked in mine. The horror in them made me
He managed to say, "He killed himself. Cotton saw him do it. Jack
killed himself because of me. He committed suicide because I fell
in love with you before he fell in love with me."
He droped to the floor in a mass of tears and I didn't know what to
do. Will is the strong one. He can handle anything. He went to
save me from Barbosa's crew. Will is... He is...
Why did you have to do it Jack?
Why did you have to let Anamaria be the one to tell him?
Why did you have to fall in love with him?
He's really dead.
The words hit me in the worst way possible and I fell to the ground
next to Will, both of us drowning in each others misery.
Outside the sun shone brightly, the sea gently massaging the shore
line. You can almost make out peals of childrens laughter and the
chatted of merchants with shoppers. A mocking bird sang its song
happily outside a small smith.
Inside the shop however, William and Elizabeth Turner were in hell