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Dear Diary,

The past few weeks had been simply hectic. I don't recall having to be onboard a ship since I was a small child when father and I were sailing to Port Royal. But the reason I was aboard with my father was a completely different situation. I was kidnapped, I wasn't trapped with pirates, and I certainly had no feelings for a blacksmith. I had always had a somewhat allure with pirates but right now, I don't think I can read another book about them again!

But even now, after all that has happened, I still love pirates but I have much of a less inquisitiveness for them. But through it all, it ended quite well. Jack Sparrow was to be hanged and though I highly dislike that excuse for a man, and pirate, I did not feel the need to hang him because of what he did in the past at Port Royal. After all, he did saved me those few weeks ago from drowning and for that, as much as I hate to say this, I thank him greatly for it.

But the second time I had needed 'saving' someone who I can always trust saved me. It wasn't until later this evening that he had told me he had to do to save me and I was blown away by his actions. Never had William ever did that and here I thought he wouldn't even do such for a woman. But he loves me; he had admitted that early this evening. At first I wasn't even sure how to comprehend what he said, I was all too shocked! He was my best friend, my childhood friend and here he says that he loves me. But I saw everything I needed to know from his eyes. What could have been said by the lips, it was said in the eyes. And I understood that then, right there, that Mr. Turner does love me.

And I love him; I truly do. I had never felt this kind of emotion for any man before and though I believe Norrington won't let it pass down that I agreed to marry him, I love Will. Surely Norrington will let me be; he seemed to of have understand at his promotion ceremony, so surely he would let me be. I lead him on, however, and that is the only burden I have. But Will was in trouble and I could do nothing else and I needed to save him. And yet I still feel guilty for what I had done to James. I had not meant any hurt, no pain at all and I had hurt a very good gentleman. But I love Will and in Norrington's eyes I saw that he knew so.

Perhaps he was just hoping. I may not be willing to be his lover but I am willing to be his friend. But my father...I do not have the slightest clue if he approves of Will. I know he likes him and that the blacksmith has my father's respect but does my father approve of him? Oh, I hope so; otherwise this will not be lovely.

I must go now. I hear footsteps down the hall.

Elizabeth

Closing the cover of her small white paged book, Elizabeth quickly sat up and slipped the diary under her pillow and then was quick to put away the ink glass and the quill, stuffing them in her dresser drawer. She was thankful she had changed into her nightdress. She fiddled with putting the lid back on the vial and after the passing few seconds she managed to snap it shut and then shoved the drawer closed- just in time as her bedroom door open.

"Ah, there you are, Lizzy dear." Governor Weatherby Swann entered his daughter's bedroom suite, shutting the door behind him. "I've been looking for you everywhere."

Elizabeth smiled. "Hello father," she greeted.

"There is something we need to discuss."

She didn't know how but she had a feeling that it was about Norrington, about being in engage with him for that brief time. Elizabeth knew very well that her father approved of him and he was the one in the top of the list to be Elizabeth's chosen husband. Weatherby knew that and he, as well, knew that Elizabeth did not wish to be chosen for, and certainly for her who to marry or not.

But pretended she didn't know. "Oh?" Elizabeth questioned. "About what?"

"You're at the age of marriage now," Weatherby replied. "I was proud to see you accept the commodore's proposal. But what happened this evening..." He trailed off and paused. "What happened this evening," he continued, "was not acceptable."

Elizabeth frowned, knowing well what her father was talking about. She didn't mind Will confessing his love to her; in fact, she loved him more than he loved her. She had always loved Will since she was a teenager and didn't care what others thought, but it seemed that her father didn't approve of Will. Elizabeth accepted Norrington's proposal to save Will. Elizabeth sighed. "I accepted Norrignton's proposal because to save Will."

Weatherby didn't look pleased. "That, young lady, is not acceptable either."

"I feel guilty, yes, but I don't regret doing it." Elizabeth winced, knowing full well her father would scowl her. "I apologize, father, but I needed to save Will."

"Elizabeth Christina Swann." Weatherby frowned, looking at his only child sternly. "I hope you know you are expected to follow through your promise to the commodore."

Elizabeth was worried he would say that. Before arriving home she had run into James once more and after a brief conversation, they agreed to be strictly friends. She remembered James saying that if he could marry her, he would object because she would be more happy with Will. True, yes, but her father didn't know that James would object to her father's wishes.

"Father," Elizabeth sighed. "I am a grown woman. I can make decisions by myself and if I wish to marry Will, then I will."

"Well, you certainly don't make the wisest decisions."

Elizabeth grew upset. How dare her father say such to her! She glared at her father, fists clutched. "Excuse me?" Elizabeth asked.

"I constantly have to remind you about propriety, which you fail to accept and acknowledge completes a proper, grown woman," Weatherby replied. "You have the nerve to tell me that you used Norrington for that...that blacksmith! What's next? That the reason Port Royal was attacked because of something you had with you?!"

Elizabeth, before, was not certain of her feelings for the blacksmith. She was glad to of have made a new friend when she was a child, but her feelings started to change when she turned fourteen. It was as if she turned mature right then and there. At the age of eighteen, Elizabeth was truly deep in though. It started as a crush, but as weeks and years went by, her feeling grew stronger into something more. But now, she was certain of her feelings.

She loved William.

Elizabeth said nothing, even though what her father said was true. Elizabeth crossed her arms, scowling. "I love William, and he is more than a blacksmith."

"You are to marry the commodore just as you promised."

"James will object," Elizabeth said almost instantly. "We agreed to be strictly friends. That's all. I know you want me to marry James, but I can't marry someone I don't love." She swallowed. "I love Will; he's more of a man James is- than any man is in Port Royal."

Weatherby, needless to say, was not pleased. "Then he should've talked to me," he said flatly.

"I cannot marry a man I do not hold in high regard," was all Elizabeth said. "What of love? I know you love me, father, and I love you too. I do everything you want me to without an argument because I don't want to upset your, nor disappoint you. But marrying a man I do not love...I cannot live with myself on that. If I were to marry Mr. Norrington and bear his children...why, I would not want the children, for they were not made out of love but of money."

"Elizabeth!"

"You know it's true," Elizabeth said, her eyes going soft. They started to glaze with tears and the Governor could not stand to see his daughter in tears, not at all. "You know that I will be sold to a man for just the gossip in this town. Just for the talk, the money, but will you think about one important thing? My feelings...my heart..."

"You'll grow to love him."

"No, father. I won't because I won't marry Mr. Norrington."

"You are to marry the commodore and that's final."

Elizabeth, however, stood her ground. All of her life she had been chosen what to do, what to eat, what to wear, what she can and cannot do. Well, not anymore. "No." Elizabeth stared firmly at her father. "I love you father, but I've been chose to do all my life and marrying someone I don't love will not be part of it." Elizabeth stalked to the door and opened it and turned to her father. "If mother was a steamstress and if you were the Governor's son, would you still marry her?" With that, Elizabeth walked out of the room and slammed the door shut and made her way out of the house before her father caught her. She knew one person who could comfort her.

Like many times when she was younger, Elizabeth used her window. Lucky for her that there were still the line of vines grown on the house and climbing down it was a bit easy than she remembered. By now, it was nightfall and she hoped that Will was not already asleep. She would hate to of wake him up.

The paths to the smithy were easy as well. When she was younger Elizabeth would make trips to the smithy quite often and always without her father's knowing. Will always feared that she would get caught and tried to take her back many times but she simply did not allow it. Will insisted that it was improper and Elizabeth being the one to care less about it being proper or not, insisted that they would spend the day together.

Finally, she arrived at the smithy. It felt like hours but once she arrived at the very familiar building, her heart leapt. She realized that her need to see Will grew much more from the passing minutes. She felt quite guilty, actually, and that was one of the reasons she was visiting Will. He had admitted her feelings to her but she had done nothing. She did not say the words he said and they spent rest of the evening together until Will noticed it was becoming late to the night so he escorted her back. Knowing Will full well he probably had already have the thoughts of her not sharing the exact feelings for him. Even the thought of it made Elizabeth's stomach twisted and took pity on her for being selfish.

Perhaps she had wanted to ignore it as possible; perhaps it hadn't even crossed her mind that she loved Will until she wrote in her diary. But now she was certain and needed to tell him with a burning passion.

She loved William Turner and didn't give a care who thought wrong of it.

Elizabeth made her way to the blacksmith, despite the pouring rain. It didn't became a notice to her until it thundered; Elizabeth feared that. She hurried along, relived when she arrived to the smithy. Worried that Will was in bed, she looked in the window and saw Will sitting in a chair, reading a book. Elizabeth then knocked on the door. "Will!" Elizabeth called. "It's me, Elizabeth!"

William Turner looked up from his book, frowning at the sound of Elizabeth's voice. What was she doing up? It was pouring rain outside and it was fairly late into the evening. Nevertheless, he stood up and set aside his book, hurried to the door, and opened it. "Elizabeth," he said. "What are you doing here?"

She managed a weak smile. "Hello, Willaim." Elizabeth shuddered at the thunder and coldness of the rain, shivering. "I-I wanted to speak to you about something."

He was only wearing trousers and an open up shirt. Seeing his chest expose to her made her flush ever so slightly and she was grateful it was nightfall. To add to his remarkable clothing a smile played his lips

"By coming in the rain and thunder?" Will knew Elizabeth was afraid of thunder. She had told him once when they were still children playing pirates on the beach. He shook her head and stepped aside to allow her to come in the smithy. "You're...an interesting woman, Elizabeth," he said in amusement.

"Why thank you."

"What are you doing out here this late, Miss-"

"Elizabeth," she was quick to correct him. "Call me Elizabeth and I'll call you Will." She took a few steps towards him and was close enough that they could kiss. "You didn't think that I would let you off the hook from your actions earlier, now did you?"

She saw him swallow and was pleased to know that she made him do that. Elizabeth also took note that he was gripping the doorway tightly. "I know what Sparrow has done ever since he stepped into Port Royal but I couldn't let him-"

Elizabeth's laughter caught him off and he stared at her in confusion. Was that why he was nervous? Did he think that she were to do something? She wouldn't dare to turn Will in; he did nothing wrong in her book. "I was not talking about that, Will," Elizabeth said with a smile at seeing his cheeks flush in embarrassment from the dim light that shined behind him inside. "I was talking about our...kiss."

His cheeks turned pink. "I...ah...If I was a bit forward in any way-"

Elizabeth cut him off. Not by laughing or by speaking, but pressing her lips against his seemed to of have caught his attention. He hesitated to kiss her back, unlike earlier. Elizabeth's hand wove in his hair, and she realized it was down, and tugged gently at the strands, bringing his lips more closely. Will's arms wrapped around her waist and gave in both to his and Elizabeth's desire. The kiss was short, yet sweet and very soft.

Elizabeth pulled back from the kiss moment later, their lips lingering for just a few seconds. Will licked his lips and Elizabeth kept her eyes closed. Will studied her face and thought she was utterly gorgeous. Her eyes opened and stared up at his face and their eyes locked for, what seemed, a long moment but it was only a few seconds.

Instead of stepping in, Elizabeth flew into Will's arms, clutching his shoulders. "Oh, Will," she said softly. Oh, how she missed him, even though she saw him earlier that evening of Jack Sparrow escaped his hanging. "I had a horrible fight with my father. He wants me to marry Norrington even when me and Norrington have agreed to be strictly friends."

"You have to understand his reasoning, love," Will said quietly. "I'm only a blacksmith."

"I don't care." Elizabeth pulled away and gazed at Will, nothing but love in her eyes. She pressed her face against his. "I don't care what my father says. I'm willing to run away with you if I have to." Will simply wrapped his arms around her, kissing her head softly.

"Please, Will," Elizabeth nearly begged. "I don't want to go to my house." She caressed his cheek. "I don't want to face my father. He'll scowl me for walking out like I did." But luckily tomorrow morning he was to go out of town for a trip. Elizabeth loved her father, but he had been on too many trips. She hardly saw him, but it gave her an advantage to see Will.

"Then you don't have to leave," Will said softly.

She searched his eyes and found nothing but love in there. Elizabeth brought her hand to his face and trailed her fingers down his skin before taking in a deep breath and uttering the words she had longed to hear.

"I love you."

Will's eyes winded and he stared at Elizabeth's face for a long moment. Elizabeth feared that he wasn't going to do anything…that is until he unexpectedly leaned and pressed his lips against hers. She was pulled closer, if possible, and this time the kiss was a bit more fast paced and a bit passionate than the previous one. Will's hand wove in her hair while the other arm wrapped around her waist. Elizabeth's arms wrapped around his neck and had no problem kissing him back. She rather enjoyed it and dare not to pull from his soft lips. But Will dared to do so and they took in deep breaths to regain their breathing.

Will gazed at her, hardly believing what he was hearing. "You love me?"

Elizabeth smiled, holding nothing but softness in her eyes. "Yes," she said softly, caressing Will's face. "I do."

"Oh, Elizabeth." Will gathered her in his arms and kissed her lovingly. "I love you."

"I love you too." Elizabeth cupped his face, kissing him tendery, pulling away moments later.

Will stroked her cheek with his thumb, gazing into her eyes. "I wish there was something I could do to persuade your father to allow us to be together."

"I know," Elizabeth sighed, placing her head on his shoulder. "Even if you propose to me and tell my father how much you love me, I don't think my father would allow it. But I'm willing to run away with you, Will, if I have to."

Will rubbed her lower back. "I can try to talk to him if you wish."

"No." Elizabeth shook her head. "He'll object; he very well wants me to marry James. Besides, he's going out of town tomorrow."

Will nodded, kissing her forehead. "So what are we going to do?"

"Depends on what you want to do," Elizabeth said, placing her hands on his chest and toyed with the collar of his shirt. "My father will be away for four weeks."

"Well, it depends on what you want to do."

Elizabeth thought for the moment. She had thought of what she wanted to do while she was writing in her diary, among with walk to the smithy. She knew what she wanted and she knew what she wanted to do. Granted, she would be away from her father but if he would not allow her and Will be together, then fine.

Elizabeth looked at Will. "I want to run away with you," she said. "I want to run away and be yours."

Will paused but slowly nodded an moment later. "If that is what you wish."

"That is, if you want to take me as your wife." Elizabeth looked at Will with love in her eyes.

"Truly?"

"Yes."

"Well, expect a proper proposal from me later on, but I've always wanted to marry you."

Elizabeth smiled, her heart leaping for joy and jumped at Will, hugging him.

"Oh, Will."

"That doesn't mean we're official engaged," Will said to her in amusement, kissing her soft lips. "I don't want to propose to you this way. I want it to be special when I do."

"I consider it an engagement if you want to marry me," Elizabeth smiled, taking Will's hair out of his pony-tail and ran her fingers through her hair. "But I still want to run away, Will. We won't be able to be together. My father won't allow it."

Will nodded, looking away from her. "I know it," he said quietly. "He doesn't approve of me."

Elizabeth turned Will's face so Will was looking at her. "My father doesn't approve because of our status," she said. "But I don't care. I don't care, Will. I love you and though my father wants me to marry James, I'm not going to. Don't think less of yourself, darling. You know what I told my father? I said that you're more of a man than James and any other man will be."

"Well, I'm quite touched at what you said, Elizabeth," Will said honestly. "I can't help but think less of myself because I'm only a blacksmith. But not just a blacksmith; I'm a blacksmith's apprentice."

"You mean more to me than that," Elizabeth said softly. "Don't doubt that." Elizabeth leaned forward, pressing her lips against his and kissed him softly and passionately.

"I love you," Will murmured in between kisses.

"And I," a kiss. "love you," another kiss. "too." Elizabeth pepped passionate, heated kisses along Will's lips.

Will groaned and pulled away, not wanting to push things too far. Elizabeth smiled, knowing Will well and she too wanted to wait until their wedding night. "It's very sweet of you, darling and I respect you greatly for it."

She loved him. The words Elizabeth just said echoed in his head; just hearing them made him over-joy. For many years Will had his feelings for Elizabeth hidden for so long and now…she loves him. But did not Weatherby see that his daughter loves him? A blacksmith and a Governor's daughter. It was surely a interesting topic but it could be respected by Governor Swann and he could submit to the two's love.

But Will could not see that.

He took Elizabeth's hand in his and looked down at her face, to which she looked up at his. "We need to discuss something."

Elizabeth nodded, knowing full well what was on his mind.

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