A/N Nooo not ANOTHER POTC STORY!! Yeah sorry bout that!! This is about
Bootstrap Bill. It starts with his father being hung. This is basically a
prequel to my story 'The Sparrow Rebellion'. Please Read and Review!!
Chapter One ~ The Hanging
"Bill!" The eleven year old shouted. She grabbed her friend's arm, but he shook his off, as he fought his way through the crowd. "Bill!" She yelled again, as she followed.
The people of the town stepped aside for them to pass, they all recognised 'Little Bill Turner'. Bill despised them as they showered their pity on him. He shut his ears and ignored their cruel comments about his father. It was harder then it looked, but Bill was use to it. He let their biting comments roll off him, like water off a duck's back.
"You think Jack would have come. . ."
"Jack has things to do."
"Things to do! Things to do! Rosie, my father is about to be hung, what could he possibly have to do?" Bill demanded. He stood beside the gallows, where his father was with the rope hanging limply round his neck.
"Matthew Turner, you have been found guilty of stealing a ship, and attacking a fleet manned by the royal navy. You have on this day been sentenced to be hung until dead. May God have mercy on your sin-filled soul."
Matthew Turner wasn't showing his fear. He had lived his life on the edge, he was not going to back down now, nor was he going to show weakness in the face of his son. For he saw Bill's grimy face staring through the bitter crowd. He saw Rosie clinging on to his arm in fear. In his last moments Bill was his only thought, his only regret, the only person he had to live for. Bill's mother was long since gone, and the two had grown up together. He was comforted at the sight of Rosie, at least Bill had his friends.
The crowd were watching with anticipation, as the drum roll sounded. Rosie shut her eyes, but Bill's were wide open. He wouldn't turn away in the last moment, he would stand tall and brave, just as his father was.
He watched as the rope tightened and his father fell. He resisted the futile attempt to run forward, and his eyes watered with the effort of keeping them open against the glare of the Caribbean sun. But he wouldn't be weak. And there Bill stood, alone with the crowd closing in on him, and he watched his father die without a word.
He was the last to leave, as a group of guards cut down his father's body.
"Rosie," he muttered.
"Aye?" She said.
"He was innocent."
"I know."
"He was a good man."
"I know." She said, trying to lead him from the scene.
Bill pulled out a small knife. He slit a clean cut in the palm of his hand, without flinching. He clenched his hand. "I swear by my blood and my father's knife I will avenge him." Bill said.
Rosie shook her head, as she led him away. "Come on Bill."
"Rosie. . ." He muttered.
"It's okay, Bill." She said, putting her arm around him. "We'll make 'em pay."
He nodded. He took one last look at the limp form of his father, before turning away, his hand still bleeding freely from the self inflicted wound.
A/N So just the start of my story, sorry bout the short chapter, next one will be longer.
~JessieRose~
Chapter One ~ The Hanging
"Bill!" The eleven year old shouted. She grabbed her friend's arm, but he shook his off, as he fought his way through the crowd. "Bill!" She yelled again, as she followed.
The people of the town stepped aside for them to pass, they all recognised 'Little Bill Turner'. Bill despised them as they showered their pity on him. He shut his ears and ignored their cruel comments about his father. It was harder then it looked, but Bill was use to it. He let their biting comments roll off him, like water off a duck's back.
"You think Jack would have come. . ."
"Jack has things to do."
"Things to do! Things to do! Rosie, my father is about to be hung, what could he possibly have to do?" Bill demanded. He stood beside the gallows, where his father was with the rope hanging limply round his neck.
"Matthew Turner, you have been found guilty of stealing a ship, and attacking a fleet manned by the royal navy. You have on this day been sentenced to be hung until dead. May God have mercy on your sin-filled soul."
Matthew Turner wasn't showing his fear. He had lived his life on the edge, he was not going to back down now, nor was he going to show weakness in the face of his son. For he saw Bill's grimy face staring through the bitter crowd. He saw Rosie clinging on to his arm in fear. In his last moments Bill was his only thought, his only regret, the only person he had to live for. Bill's mother was long since gone, and the two had grown up together. He was comforted at the sight of Rosie, at least Bill had his friends.
The crowd were watching with anticipation, as the drum roll sounded. Rosie shut her eyes, but Bill's were wide open. He wouldn't turn away in the last moment, he would stand tall and brave, just as his father was.
He watched as the rope tightened and his father fell. He resisted the futile attempt to run forward, and his eyes watered with the effort of keeping them open against the glare of the Caribbean sun. But he wouldn't be weak. And there Bill stood, alone with the crowd closing in on him, and he watched his father die without a word.
He was the last to leave, as a group of guards cut down his father's body.
"Rosie," he muttered.
"Aye?" She said.
"He was innocent."
"I know."
"He was a good man."
"I know." She said, trying to lead him from the scene.
Bill pulled out a small knife. He slit a clean cut in the palm of his hand, without flinching. He clenched his hand. "I swear by my blood and my father's knife I will avenge him." Bill said.
Rosie shook her head, as she led him away. "Come on Bill."
"Rosie. . ." He muttered.
"It's okay, Bill." She said, putting her arm around him. "We'll make 'em pay."
He nodded. He took one last look at the limp form of his father, before turning away, his hand still bleeding freely from the self inflicted wound.
A/N So just the start of my story, sorry bout the short chapter, next one will be longer.
~JessieRose~