“Later. First, help me steal a ship. Again.”
Will’s father, “Bootstrap” Bill Turner, had been a pirate on the Pearl . His blood, freely given, could end the curse. Barbossa had thought Bill dead. But Will was very much alive.
Will Turner looked at the horizon—at the black ship limping away, at the navy closing in, at a future he never dared imagine. He was not his father. He was not a pirate. will turner curse of the black pearl
Tortuga was a sewer of vice, but it was also where Jack Sparrow washed up a day later, singed and grinning.
They struck the deal. Will, who had spent his life forging iron straight, now found himself stealing the Interceptor , lying to the Royal Navy, and sailing into the teeth of a legend. The pirates of the Black Pearl weren’t just criminals. They were wrong . “Later
“She’s not cargo,” Will snapped.
“I’m going to kill you.”
But he was no longer just a blacksmith’s apprentice, either.