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THE REACTION
BY: 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 understand. Men... 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 by. 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 kill it. 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 shiver. 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? Jack's dead. 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 |
