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So, this is my theory on the ever popular question, "Where, where, the Hell is Bill?"
[EDIT} Eep, borninabarn. Sorry.
William “Bootstrap Bill” Turner staggered gracefully through the streets of Tortuga, three sheets to the wind and with a song in his heart. He’d just had the first satisfying drink of rum in more than ten years, and furthermore he’d just had word from old Gibbs that his son Will was alive.
Alive, and by all accounts doing well. Marrying a governor’s daughter, even. Perhaps even better, though he’d never admit it sober, his old Captain was alive, had all his limbs, and was on his way here at this very moment.
Captain Jack Sparrow had the most beautiful eyes Bill had ever seen, ten years gone. Perhaps mutiny and time had sobered their sparkle, but Bill doubted that. There were pleasures of the flesh that could not be filled by the painted doxies of Tortuga, and it was to be hoped that Bill would soon be experiencing them again.
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[EDIT} Eep, borninabarn. Sorry.
William “Bootstrap Bill” Turner staggered gracefully through the streets of Tortuga, three sheets to the wind and with a song in his heart. He’d just had the first satisfying drink of rum in more than ten years, and furthermore he’d just had word from old Gibbs that his son Will was alive.
Alive, and by all accounts doing well. Marrying a governor’s daughter, even. Perhaps even better, though he’d never admit it sober, his old Captain was alive, had all his limbs, and was on his way here at this very moment.
Captain Jack Sparrow had the most beautiful eyes Bill had ever seen, ten years gone. Perhaps mutiny and time had sobered their sparkle, but Bill doubted that. There were pleasures of the flesh that could not be filled by the painted doxies of Tortuga, and it was to be hoped that Bill would soon be experiencing them again.
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