Requested by: Anonymous
Wordcount: 3074
Summary: After unintentionally making you jealous, Will gets advice from Jack on how to deal with you giving him the silent treatment.
Stupid Will Turner, with his stupid chiseled jaw and his stupid curly hair. You sneered at him from across the bar as you sat in port while the Pearl took on supplies. He had a woman on either side of him, flirting with him, touching him. It was disgusting the way that these gals just threw themselves all over him. No question about it, the women loved him, more than they even loved Jack Sparrow, who was causing a ruckus in a private room somewhere. Nowhere that you had to see, thankfully. As the only female among your band of pirates, you were left alone as soon as you set foot off the ship, and none of the men in this port dared to mess with you. For once, you though it was a bit of a shame, since it would be nice to flaunt getting some attention in front of Will.
A blonde and a dark-skinned brunette were on either side of them, and both were incredibly beautiful, even you had to admit that. They were exactly the kind of women who could catch any man’s eye. Will was obviously reveling in the attention, doing everything but blowing trumpets to impress them. “Show off your scars, why don't you?" You called across to him. He looked over at you, a puzzled expression in those puppy dog eyes. “Go on, take them upstairs and strip,” You continued, getting off of your stool with the bottle of beer between your fingers. “He’s got one on his butt, courtesy of yours truly.” You bowed, a little unsteady on your feet, but the sentiment was made.
“Oh - is that true, Mista Turner?" The blonde squealed, leaning back to try to get a look at his derriere. “I’ve seen many men with scars but I never looked at one up close in that area."
“Oh, do show us!" The brunette said in return. Will looked at both of them with astonishment, and then with a little bit of smugness.
You rolled your eyes, though you knew that it was you who had put Will in that situation. That didn’t mean that you liked it. You were just teasing, perhaps even flirting, who knows. Now Will probably knew that you thought about his butt on occasion. As Will put his arms around the ladies, his smooth voice telling them that it would take another bottle of liquor before his pants came off, you headed in the direction of the exit. You didn’t look back as you did so, but left with a slam of the doors behind you. It had become common knowledge that you didn’t sleep well on steady land, and while others decided to stay in inns, you went back to the ship each night, going right back to your hammock. No one was worried about you going missing in times like these.
-
The boat was stocked up, Jack had managed to evade capture, and everyone was ready to take to the seas again. Even you, though this was the least excited that you had been to go. It was a large and beautiful ship, but there weren’t many places for you to hide from Will. Rumors had gone throughout the crew that he had bedded both of those beautiful women that night, and they didn’t accept a penny from him in return. It was one of the most unpleasant things that you had ever heard, and the glare that you had given to Gibbs when you overheard him shut his mouth as if a crab had pinched it.
You decided to go with the silent treatment. A conversation would just bring on more anger and jealousy, and then that would bring on further questions. It was your dream that he would realize that he loved you, rather than you have to tell him about your feelings, then let him care for you in guilt. He was that sort of guy. Way too kind to be on a pirate ship. And way too kind to be someone that you wanted to love, but here you were. The universe worked in mysterious ways.
“Have you seen my-" Will approached you as you were standing on the port-side, watching the boat depart from the busy town and onto open waters. You didn’t turn to look at him as he spoke as you normally would. You just took a step back and walked away. “-hat?" He finished, watching your back as you left. You had an imposing figure, with your trousers, your flowing shirt, and the always there scabbard on your side, with your sword ready for action at a second’s notice. Many of the crew thought that you practiced witchcraft, and that’s why you were so tough, especially for a woman. But Will never fed into those rumors. He knew that it was your brain which made you so strong, not some herbs and chanting.
A few hours later, when food was served out - a fish stew that everyone was sick of already but it was what was most readily available - he tried to take a seat near you. You got up and moved to a different barrel. When he attempted to follow, you joined Pintel and Ragetti, who quickly shut up as you took a seat near them. “What, are you speaking about something too filthy for my delicate ears?” You barked at them. Ragetti shook his head, Pintel leered at you, and then they continued on their conversation, you joining in every once in a while.
After the sun set, and you went down for your four hours sleep before having to come back on the deck, Will seemed to be following you. You climbed onto your hammock, folding yourself in, and covered yourself with a blanket which was the only keepsake from your childhood. Your mother had knitted it herself, and though there were quite a few large holes in it from over the years, it brought on the feeling of warmth. You squeezed your eyes shut, and tried to block out the feeling of Will watching you.
“Y/n, come on,” Will said, nudging the hammock so that you rocked a little. You responded by making large snoring noises, about equivalent with Gibbs. You had a lot of practice in imitating these men. This wasn’t the first time it came in handy. He sighed loudly, but didn’t move. Then it grew so quiet, you could have heard a sewing needle drop. “Why are you so angry with me?"
You snored again, and added in a roll to face away from him, something that was not easy in a hammock. It took years of experience to do that somewhat gracefully. Will sighed again, and walked towards the stairs going up to the deck. You could hear him pause, and you gave a lighter snore this time, just to make sure that he wouldn’t come to bother you. Then you finally heard him ascend. You grew silent after that, hugging your blanket close to you, and prayed to the Sea Gods that you would have your heart back again, because giving it away was too painful.
-
Instead of sleeping like he should, Will found his way to the Captain’s Quarters. Jack was in there, doing whatever it was that Jack did. Tonight, that ended up being redoing some of the braids in his hair. The two always had a somewhat shaky relationship, but Jack was admittedly brilliant. He might have picked up on something he hadn’t.
“There’s something wrong with y/n,” Will stated, standing rather than sitting, leaning against one of the swaying walls of the ship. “She won’t talk to me.”
Jack’s head snapped up, and he looked at Will with suspicious eyes. “Did she drink up my rum?”
“I didn’t think to check,” Will muttered. “But she was drinking a lot at the port.”
Jack didn’t relax, thinking of the last time that you had been upset and nearly emptied his stores. “Must be her time then,” He said, stroking his little beard braids. “Haven’t you knocked her up yet? I thought she was looking a little...” He blew into his cheeks to imitate a person who was overweight, and he motioned at a large belly. Will looked at him blankly, until it clicked in what he was insinuating.
“What - do you think-?” He sputtered, walking towards the desk and leaned over it to glare at Jack. He drew his sword even and held it at Jack’s throat. The elder pirate wasn’t bothered. He waved it away, then widened his eyes as it returned back to it’s spot. “How dare you talk about her like that. She is not some ... some boat whore to be bedded! She would slit your throat for saying such a thing, and I ought to do that for her-”
“Ah - ah,” Jack said, waving his finger in Will’s face in a distracted way. He pulled the pistol out of his pocket quickly and aimed it at Will’s head. Not for the first time. Probably not for the last as well. “Lower your sword or I’ll throw you in the dungeons for threatening your Captain.”
Will slowly backed down, though his rage was not abatting. He didn’t like the knowing look that was on Jack’s face. Like he knew something that Will didn’t. Something important. “What did you mean?” He asked, once the point was directed to the floor.
“I think you only think that you don’t know, but you definitely know.” Jack said, lazily putting his pistol back. “You did something incredibly mad while we were at port. Aye, a little fish told me about your luck with your ladies.”
“I don’t think it’s fair to call Gibbs a fish,” Will said, but he did think back to that night and his cheeks did turn slightly pink. “Why would that make y/n upset?”
“How did you ever find your way to this ship?” Jack asked, throwing his hands up on the air. He got to his feet, walked behind Will, and made him face out of one of the windows to the Ocean. There wasn’t much to see out there, just water and stars. It was still a few hours from dawn yet. Clearly it was for dramatic effect. “Not all treasure is silver and gold, mate,” He said with a grin.
Will still didn’t understand, evident from the clueless look on his face.
“How much more obvious can I make it for you? You...” He clenched his fingers and his thumb together, to make an impersonation of a mouth. “Y/N,” He did the same with his other hand. He did a motion of them walking together side by side, and then made them talk with voices that actually sounded nothing like Will and noting like you. “Oh Will, you handsome scallywag! Oh Y/N, you remarkable swordswoman!”
Will watched in amazement as the fingers came together and Jack made kissing sounds. They were wet and sloppy, and made him cringe.
“Oh I love you so much Will, why did you have to go and sleep with the harlots? Oh y/n, I’m just a stupid, smelly, useless excuse for a pirate who didn’t know that I was in love with you! Oh Will, you are an idiot, but let’s get married anyway! I do! I do!” He then flopped his hands on top of one another and began clapping, which made Will slap his hands away.
“I have no idea what you’re talking about,” Will glared at Jack. The pirate sighed and went back to his seat. He took out his compass and took a look at it, then looked back at his maps. He said nothing to Will for a while, not until the younger pirate cleared his throat, looking for an explanation.
“If you’re not going to listen to me, mate, then I’m not wasting my words. Get out,” He said, sternly.
-
The next morning, you were ignoring Will still. He was tired, everyone could tell that from the dark circles under his eyes, but that was what it was like to be a pirate. Weird hours, lack of sleep due to the farts and the snores of those who did manage to doze off.
He hadn’t slept because he had stayed up all of the night, thinking about what Jack had said. And done with his hands. He grimaced thinking about it, but then the light dawned on him. Both literally and figuratively, since he had stayed out on the deck until the sun began to rise. He was a stupid, useless excuse for a pirate at times - he was contest the smelly bit - and it had taken him a long time to realize that he was in love with you. That he had only slept with those two women because you had encouraged him to. Because he thought there was no way that you would ever have feelings for him.
The deck seemed quiet, until he heard your familiar steps trodding up the stairs onto the surface. He got to his feet and decided that it was time, before you became busy with your duties. It was time to be a man. He bounced up and down on the balls of his feet. He swung his arms back and forth in front of him. He took a deep breath, preparing himself for what was about to be a tough conversation. He then moved to open the latch to help you up onto the deck -
- but he got hit with it instead, the hard wood hitting him right in the nose.
“Ow-” He whined, falling backwards onto his behind. You, your head popping out from beneath the deck, looked at him with surprise. You ran up the remaining steps and reached towards him - but then you stopped yourself. You remembered that you were angry and that he deserved this for going off with those two women. You straightened your back, and walked past him, not giving him another look. “Hey, wait,” He stammered, getting back to his feet, but you had already walked away. He stood alone, dejectedly, as you talked to other members of the crew and started on your duties.
Breakfast. That’s when he would get you. He was sure of it.
It was a couple of hours later that you were in the small canteen, eating leftover fish pie. The curl of your mouth showed your distaste, but it was better than nothing. Better to eat it while it was somewhat fresh.
“Will you just talk to me?” Will asked, sitting across from you. You avoided looking at him, and fiddled with your fork instead. “Okay, you’re staying, that’s a good sign. How about I talk and you listen?”
“Hmm.” You said, but that was all. It was the most that he had gotten out of you since going out to sea. He’d take it. He cleared his throat, then began.
“I should have told you something the day that I met you. I should have told you that you are the most beautiful woman that I had ever seen. You don’t need corsets or petticoats. Even now, I would die for you. I have loved you from the first, and I’ve acted in madness ever since.”
It wasn’t like Will to talk so much. Or even to say such romantic words. You looked at him with an expression that he couldn’t read. He grew paranoid that Jack was wrong, which was known to happen on occasion. Maybe you didn’t love him and this was all for nothing.
“I’m not making this up. I love you. And I think that you love me too,” He finished, and folded his hands in front of him, resting them on the table. “Please say something.”
“I’ve seen a lot of fools in my time, Will Turner, and you are the biggest.”
That was not what he was expecting. His cheeks turned red in shame. His mouth opened and closed like a flounder out of water.
“If you loved me from the first,” You mocked. “-You shouldn’t have tried to make me jealous with those women. So forgive me when I say that I don’t really believe you.”
“Believe this, my Lady,” Will stated angrily. He got to his feet, circled around to you - which made it very fortunate that you were against a wall and could not get away without the use of violence - and took hold of your arm. He yanked you up in a semi-painful way, pushed you up against the wall, then pressed his lips to yours. He had expected a fight, or a scream at least. But all that he could feel was you kissing him back, and all that he could hear were disgusted groans and a ‘finally’ from the other pirates trying to eat their meals. You tasted of alcohol, and smelt of salt water, but both were surprisingly pleasant.
“You’re still a fool,” You murmured against his skin, as his lips went towards your neck. You could feel him grin, then nibble at your nape.
“I’ll accept that role,” He whispered. You lightly pushed him off, only to jump up and wrap your legs around his waist, with your arms around his shoulders. He had the strength to hold you up, and you trusted in it.
“Let’s go somewhere a little more private,” You said, nibbling on his earlobe. “Where you can show me what it was that made those girls so impressed.”
“Who?” Will asked, teasingly, hands on your rear, and carried you proudly past the gang of pirates and into one of the storage bays. His nose was still tender, and you were careful to avoid it while you pressed kisses all over his face.
“I like that answer.” You smiled, snuggling against his neck until you were set down upon a crate of biscuits. Not the most romantic place, but with the little bits of light coming in, it didn’t matter since you could see Will’s face perfectly.
Requested by: @shitis-getting-real
Wordcount: 2839
Summary: Will would stop at almost nothing to get you to marry him.
Notes: There is quite a bit of smut below, as well as choking.
Yo ho ho, and a bottle of rum! That was how one of the pirate sayings went anyway, one that you would repeat as a child while brandishing a stick pretending that it was a sword so you could fight off the ‘Bloody British’. But now that you were an adult, you knew the unfortunate truth about how a pirate’s life was not just rum and fighting. The fairytales were inadequate in preparing you for the real life. How sour you and the others would begin to smell because bathing was impossible. How dried every bit of your body would become from the sea air. The sea sickness during difficult voyages. And it certainly didn’t prepare you for how territorial pirates could become, or how to deal with it when it is you that they claim as theirs. Love at Sea was a romantic premise, but making it work when dealing with creatures, buried treasure, undead pirates and Davy Jones’ locker was not the sort of story one would write about.
“What do you think you’re doing?” You screamed at one of the new recruits. You might not be the captain of the ship, but you sure were acting as one of the directors. You seized the netting that the man was trying to climb during a rather perilous fight against a whale. “Get down here, or you’re going to get yourself killed!”
The man started to climb down from the nets, looking at you with a guilty expression. “I thought if I went higher-”
“What, that you would be safe? We’re in the ocean, man! There’s no such thing as high ground! If we go down, we go down, and the impact of you falling from up there-” You pointed at the birds’ nest, which you were sure he was heading to, “-would kill ya just as fast as anything else. You understand?”
“Yes ma’am,” The man said, but he spit after saying it. It was hard to command respect around here as one of the few women pirates, but you did your best. You stared at him for a couple of moments, keeping him in his place, making him uncomfortable. It was only when he started to shuffle his feet and look about him that you let him go with a dismissive wave.
“And don’t you try that again,” You hollered at his back, which made his shoulders slump. You chuckled at the fragility of his ego, then turned around to get yourself caught in the broad chest of one Will Turner. You looked up at his face, just to see how it was hardened into a glare. “What’s that look about?” You asked softly, not wanting to make it worse.
“Do you really have to talk to all the men aboard?” He questioned you, his eyes not meeting yours, but rather at the retreated back of the pirate. The ship shook as it was hit once more by the tail of a whale who had been following your ship lately, and you held onto him for support.
“Oh yes, because this is the perfect time for you to get jealous,” You said, rolling your eyes. You had a ship command, so you pushed away from your scruffy lover to get back to work. “If you haven’t noticed, we’re being attacked by one of the biggest creatures in the known world!”
“And you took the time to talk to him but you won’t give me a moment?” He asked. You grew even more frustrated by his words. You walked away from him, but could hear him following you as you went to the portside and peered over, trying to see where the whale was headed. But you couldn’t see it beneath the blue of the ocean.
“Ready the cannons in case it comes back!” You shouted, since clearly Jack wasn’t doing anything. You could see him walking around with that damn compass of his, but he wasn’t contributing to the wellbeing of the crew. “Come on you cowards, it’s a whale! If the EITC can handle them, then we can too!”
Will grabbed hold of your wrist and pulled you back from the side of the ship, pulling you over to the door leading to Captain’s Corners. His face had softened somewhat from earlier. “Why won’t you just marry me?” He questioned. It seemed like even the whale wanted to hear the answer to your question, since the sea became less riled up and quiet.
“This isn’t a good time for this conversation, Will. I told you that I would let you know if, or when, I was ready. That’s all that I have to give. It has to be good enough.”
“It’s not good enough!” Will said, raising his voice at you. “And the way that you go around, talking to these men!”
“So what if I do?” You said in return, but refused to raise your voice. What was going on was nobody’s business but yours and Will’s. Just because he wanted the whole damn ship to hear him, doesn’t mean that you did. “I can talk to whoever I want, Turner. You do not own me.”
Apparently that triggered something in him, for his hand went from his side to around your throat in the span of a blink of an eye. He didn’t squeeze hard, you could still breathe, but it was certainly uncomfortable. Moving out of his grasp wasn’t an option. Instead, you just looked at him with wide eyes as he moved in closer.
His cheek brushed against yours in a loving way. You attempted to swallow but his grip wouldn’t let you. It felt like you were about to choke. Instead of saying something, he nibbled at your ear in the way that he knew drove you crazy. Your earlobe was sensitive and just his lips touching it made you feel like you were going to melt. You closed your mouth, refusing to let any strangled moan come out from your lips. You weren’t going to give him the satisfaction of that.
The pirates weren’t very interested in what was going on between you. This back and forth drama had been going on for about sixteen months now between you and Turner. They were much more focused on looking for the whale, and getting the sails up and out so they could head away from this area before it attacked again. You could feel the ship gaining speed beneath your feet. Normally you would have grabbed at something but Will was holding you so strongly, so tightly, you were secure where you were.
His fingers, the ones that weren’t splayed around you throat, pushed through your skirts, caressing your thighs. You whimpered just a tiny amount at that. You felt all of your warmth rush down to one area of your body, and it was the area where Will was going next. You should say no, it was unprofessional - even for a pirate - to be sexual like this when there was work to be done. You should command him to stop because you knew that if you did, he would. He never did anything against your will, except for ask you to marry him. That had been a step you had not been expecting.
His fingers went up, and up, until he reached the crevice between your legs. You were ready for him, but your knees weren’t, for you felt them turning into jelly beneath you. It was like your first time being on a boat again, before you got your sealegs. This man - those eyes - they made you weak. Something you could not be in an occupation such as yours.
He squeezed slightly harder, causing your vision to grow blurry, right at the moment that his index finger brushed by your clit. That was alright - you had his face memorized from the many mornings that you woke up entangled in his hammock together. The reduction of oxygen was causing this experience to be more amplified and you wonder what gave him such an idea.
He never entered you with his fingers, but teased enormously. You were trying to intake air, your chest heaving but only getting the little amount that was necessary. You were almost at the point of mewling, grinding yourself against his fingers in such a wanton way, you were no better than the girls in the brothels that the men visited. But the thought of that turned you on even more. You could be as dirty as them, as sexy, if you wanted to be. He kept his eyes on yours, and loosened up a little when he saw how glazed over you were becoming.
And then he let go of you entirely. Your skirts, which were not really made for such a profession but you liked to keep some aspect of your femininity, fell to the ground. You were left gasping for air, but wanting it to be denied to you once more. What had just happened was so unexpected, so daring - and so goddamn hot.
“You are mine,” Will said, getting close to you again. “Until the day that you say no.”
As you caught your breath, you could see a hint of hurt in his face. You knew you had wounded him when you didn’t give him an answer to his proposal. You hadn’t said no exactly, which was why you two continued to fool around, but you never said yes either. You just froze at the question, and changed the conversation as soon as an opportunity arose. Will walked away from you, but you could see that he had brought his fingers to his mouth and was licking off your residue.
“Wait-” You said meekly. One part of you hated how he turned you from a strong, commanding woman to someone who felt weak and powerless. But another part of you realized that you were a human being, and it was alright to have conflicting emotions. It was alright to allow yourself to be vulnerable to someone who clearly cared about you and loved you and who you just might have feelings back for. You didn’t want to admit that though. Having a weakness was dangerous, even out of the sea. You couldn’t bear the thought of having your heart broken if you were to lose him. He paused rather than full out stopped, his head turning so you could see his profile. You had to speak quickly, for he looked like he was going to continue walking. “Oh, you turn me into a fool, Will Turner. But I’m your fool.”
“Are you accepting my proposal?” He asked, raising an eyebrow, which you could just see beneath his hair which was sticking to his face due to the wet air.
“I suppose that I am,” You admitted. You would have said anything at this point to bring him back to you. He smiled, sweetly this time, and offered his hand to you. You took it eagerly, and he lead you into the Captain’s quarters since Jack was so busy, and tucked a chair beneath the door handle to make sure that it wouldn’t open easily. This wasn’t the first time that you and Will had fucked in here. But this was the first time that you were very likely to get caught. The sex usually comes after the marriage with traditional couples, but when you’re a pirate, anything goes.
You didn’t go to the bed, but rather to one of the benches. It was much more rough that way, which was the way that you had liked to be handled. At first, you had thought that Will might be a bit to sweet for you, too naive, too heart broken over Miss Swann. But you taught him a thing or two, and it turned out that he had a beast inside that was begging to come out for a long time.
He loosened up his trousers and then fell to the floor, then he sat down on the rough, wooden bench. Immediately, you were on your knees in front of him, rubbing at his cock, making it as hard and sturdy as the ship. You took your time with it, grasping it at the root, then rubbing it from bottom to the top, circling around the head with your calloused fingers. And then your pace went faster, up and down, up and down. His head was back against the walls, grunting with pleasure.
It took you almost no time at all to be upon the bench with him, on your hands and knees, your bottom rested against his groin as he was all the way inside of you. You were bouncing, your hair flying out of the pinned style that you often attempted to keep it out of your face. His hands were upon your breast, holding them from hurting you by moving too much as he pistoned in and out. God, he felt so amazing. If you were able to keep your mind on thoughts rather than pleasure, you would wonder how you would ever think that you would be as satisfied by another man.
You turned around and he pulled you onto his lap so you were straddling him. Your hands went through his hair which curled around his shoulders. He was so bloody handsome, and damn irresistible. You lifted yourself up and down with the strength of not just your calves but your thighs, stopping every third time to grind down upon him so your clitoris would be rubbing against his skin, bringing little volts of pleasure. You were looking into each others eyes, and one could say that it was almost romantic. Until he brought his hand back into it.
It went around your neck, squeezing until his knuckles were going faintly white and you were seeing black spots in your vision. You closed your eyes entirely, before the sight of the dark spots would bring you a migraine, and struggled for breath. You were able to get enough air to feel that you weren’t in total danger, but you were gasping nonetheless. There would be bruises. But that bit of pain brought you to the height of pleasure.
You were cumming before you could warn him about it. It felt as if a wave had washed over you, soaking you, soaking him. But he wasn’t done with you yet.
He laid down, bringing you with him, his hands leaving your throat and going to your exposed ass. Putting on your dress again after this was going to be a difficult task. He guided you into continuing to ride him despite your increased sensitivity and you trying to get your breath back. You found an exciting rhythm, with you grinding your hips and him thrusting upward. He had one of your arms pinned behind your back, while continuing to guide you with the other. Since you were laying on top of him, you were nose to nose, your hair covering both of your faces like a curtain.
“I love you,” Will said, his actions matching his words. You could feel the love in his smile, in his eyes, in his body, inside of you.
“I love you too,” You said for the first time in your life. You’ve had lovers before, but there was no actual love in the acts. You never had a betrothed or even really a crush before. This was uncharted waters for you, but you weren’t drowning.
He managed to push you off before he came, it sputtering onto his stomach with great velocity. He shuddered as the feelings came over him the way that he had come over you, while you sat at the end of the bench, naked and satisfied. You loved the way that your name sounded coming out of his mouth, whether it was through conversation or through a moan.
You both bathed in the afterglow for a few minutes, before the sound of the men outside brought you back to reality. The whale was coming back. This was like something out of a book that you might read at port while waiting to go off on another adventure!
You and Will looked at each other for a moment before coming to your senses, and began to dress quickly. You both emerged from the cabin a little worse for wear, but jumped immediately into your roles on the ship, calling out orders and securing the cargo in case of attack.
“What were you two doin?” Jack called out to the both of you, standing still at the steering wheel, compass in hand.
“Planning the wedding,” You shouted up, to the joy of Will.
“Save it for your honeymoon then, aye? And not on my ship!”
You still hadn’t come into your sealegs despite being on the boat for two weeks already. Everytime that the boat would sway against a large wave, you’d have to hold onto something to keep yourself from slipping. The water that constantly splashed aboard and made the wood slippery didn’t help much either.
Because of this, you felt like you weren’t able to entirely contribute to helping the ship stay afloat. Will had given you this opportunity to be close to him in exchange for a little work but you were feeling more and more insecure every time you had to brace yourself against the mast. It felt as if you weren’t helping at all.
After attempting to unknot some rope for the third time, and nearly falling off the ship (again), you plopped into a sitting position with your back against the wood and gave up for a couple of minutes. Will, who was doing some work or other on the mast, saw you give up and watched as you played with the useless rope in your hands.
“It takes some people longer than others.” Will said, walking to stand in front of you and offered you a hand. You looked up at him with frustration filling your eyes, then allowed him to help you to your feet. “You can do that below deck.”
“I just want to be able to work with everyone else.” You said, holding onto his hand still for security.
“You will. You’ll get better.” He said, voice full of trust. “Go on, into the cabin with you, I can’t have you falling overboard.”
