tampered | Log: Ongoing

When; Sep 1st
Rating; PG?
Characters;

second_turn, Will Turner,

tiaxdalma Tia Dalma
Summary; Will is very tired of "surprises", so it's time to pay a visit to Tia.
Log;

Will hurried across the street toward the Opera House, all the while wonderingif this was such a good idea.

Lately it seemed everyone was either keeping secrets, or double crossing.
Even those he thought he knew incapable of such things...
..Maybe thats why he had agreed to this little meeting?
At least Tia had always kept her share of secrets, and he highly doubted she would suddenly change too.

Agian he couldn't help but wonder if he should have told Elizabeth...but as with each time this thought had occurred in the past half-hour he decided "no".
She was angry enough, and Tia didn't much care for her anyway.

Pushing open the Opera House' door, Will entered the grand lobby with not a little awe.
It was...beautiful?

Somehow he had expected the building to be derelict after so much disuse.

" Hello?" He called, hoping he didn't manage to wake all of the inhabitants trying to find Tia.

" Is anyone there?"

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Tia was, interestingly enough, surprised to discover young William had come to find her - but not terribly so. She peeked over the edge of the staircase leading upward, watching him for a moment. The golden thread that bound him to his future shone on even in this City, dulled as it was. Nothing could snuff it out, no matter how hard it tried. So bound was he to his fate that he could step in and out of this place easier than most, though he did not know it. A slow smile spread over her face. Perhaps he would soon.

"Up here, William," she called, resting her arms on the railing and eyeing him from above.

" Er...Hello." He called, trying to cover the fact she had made him jump slightly.

With everything that had happened, Tia no longer made him quite so nervous, but with so much happening in the past few days, he was feeling not a little irritable and out of sorts.

He started up the stairs without comment, and soon was faceto face with her; The steps making allowance for his height.

" So.." he said with a sigh, " What is going on, and why do I get the feeling I'm not going to like it?"

Tia chuckled and turned to lead him into her quarters, not answering. Once they were settled and the door closed behind them, she laced her fingers together and rested her chin on her hands. Such a beautiful boy.

"Much be at work here," she said, "Them be planning a rebellion against them gods here - a suicide mission. If you die here, you never leave here. You must protect you own life, William. You not meant to be trapped here for eternity."

Will followed behind her, with a concerned expression.

...Until she mentioned the rebellion.

" What?! How-..When-.."
Too many questions were crowding in at once, and none of them seemed to present the possibility of good answers.

" Wait, Jack is...well..dead. " He realized, still thinking aloud.
"What will happen to him if the gods try to kill him agian? And what about Sands? Doesn't he know that if the deities kill him he'll be caught here too?"

There were too many questions, and he asked them too closely together for Tia to answer one before the others came spilling out.

She was quiet for as long as it took for them to climb the stairs and reach her new home.
It looked much the same as her hut had, and then her quarters on the Black Swann, which gave Will pause.

How in the world she managed to keep so much in such a small space, and then pack it all up and move so often confused him.
He didn't dwell, though, and hastily took the seat she offerred before asking yet more questions.

" If Jack came here dead...how are we going to get him out? How will any of us get out of here for that matter?"

"Breathe," Tia instructed at the barrage of questions, holding up a hand. "Jack be dead. No more death in this place compound or enlighten it, dead is dead is dead. But to be killed by a god give him more a connection, you see? Just like to take a lover of another world, or have great feeling for someone. It make a connection - him in too much danger. Him not listen to me, so him lay in the grave him dig. It not my way to make him see."

"If your fate be bound to the outside, you get out when the time be right," she continued after a pause, letting the information sink in. "You already leave once. Your friend Norrington back home now. Jack, not so easy. But I have my ways."

Will fell quiet, considering what she said.
It made too much sense that Jack would prefer the city deep down...this place was made up of magic, and was very seductive in that regard.

Too often the City would curse it's occupants and then cater to thier whims the very next day.
"But...if Jack can't, or won't, leave.." He trailed off, yet agian thinking aloud.

" Is it all for nothing? Finding our way here, and then enduring thic city's curses?"

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