A/N: Secrets One is finished. But what, when all that had happened, went on
in Will and Liz's wonky world? Well, I'm gonna give it my best shot. And I
reckon it might look good in diary form. So, let's go. I'm gonna star with
the lovely Liz...
Disclaimer: Yeah, right...
15th July- Elizabeth Turner's Diary
It's been about week since the garden party, when Jack and Anamaria showed up. They left us in a sorry state.
Ever since that business with Barbossa and the heathen curse I have been second in Will's heart. The coming of Captain Jack Sparrow, with his swagger and his ship, awoke something in Will's blood that won't lie down again. Every night now, I wake up and he is gone. Usually, he's standing with one of the babies (usually Jack, he doesn't sleep so well) outside on the balcony, looking out to sea. He would stand there all night, if I didn't come and find him. It takes no toll on his wakefulness though. It's like he takes refreshment from the sea air itself. It pains me, because his mistress calls him, and I know about the mistress, and I can't stop him. He finds excuses every day to go to the dock. I'm sure that the apprentices could manage quite easily, but he is the only one who can take it all down there in the pony and trap.
I don't know what I will do, for sure, as he will never leave his family, but can he go on lusting for the sea and still live happily?
£$£$£$£$£$£$£$£$£$£$£$£$£$£$£$£$
15th July- Will Turner's Journal
I had a profitable day today, and have watched Peter, who has been my apprentice for a long time, set up a shop. I can now take on another lad, as it will be a few years before I let Bill, Rudy, and especially Jack in the forge. They couldn't see over the forge, let alone heft a hammer!
I'm writing this in my so-called study, though it is more a room where I sit and make up my accounts and stocks. It is my favourite room, because I can see the sea, with the desk positioned in just the right place. Elizabeth feels I spend an unhealthy amount of time in here, but it takes a lot of time to keep the books now a days. Will Turner's swords are becoming famous, and the black smiths apprenticed under him do well for themselves. I love Elizabeth, but the sea forgives easily, loves you no matter what happens and always has new things waiting. No matter how comfortable living here is, or has become, or will be, I cannot imagine myself growing old here. I find it monotonous.
()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()
18th July- Elizabeth's Diary
Will has not come home yet. It is growing late. Almost ten o' clock! The children are in bed. I'll have to go down to the forge and find him.
LATER: I don't believe it. The cheek of that man! I went down to his smithy, where he was still working. The apprentices looked fair done in. I came in to hear him say "Right, I'll carry on alone boys. Off you go," the apprentices went to the cupboard where they kept their chattels and goods. They pulled out a bottle of water, bunged with wax, and took turns at pouring it over their heads. When it was empty, they took another bottle of brownish liquid and a loaf of bread. They took it up to the little loft space where there were bed rolls. They leant against them wearily, and one reached for ward and pulled a board of wood across. Will nodded to them and carried on. Then he saw me. "Elizabeth!" he cried. "What are you doing in here?" "I could ask you the same thing!" I snapped. "It's ten o' clock and you are still working!" "Elizabeth, I have a big consignment for the docks. They need nails. I've been pulling them with the lads for most of the day!" "Yes, well, I'd have thought that three boys and a full grown man could have managed to get that done!" he sighed and started to move around the forge, silently and swiftly. He banked up the fire, put the scrap metal in the corner, and doused the hot metal he'd been working with. He banged on the loft space twice and then went to the door, where he locked the big main doors, and the smaller door to one side. Then he appeared to remember something and banged on the loft space six times. There was an answering knock and then he let himself out. "Let's go for a walk. The maid's up at the house, the kids'll be fine,"
We walked down to the sea front, where he took a few minutes to wash his hands and face in the watery sand at the sea edge. Then he dried his face on his shirt, and came back to me. "So what's bothering you, oh sweet sun of my life?" "You've been reading again, haven't you?" I asked, teasingly. He looked abashed. "Only a little bit," he mumbled, "Why, does it show?" "A bit," I replied and then asked, "Why were you bashing on those poor boys bedroom? They looked fair done to death," "Two knocks for I'm closing now, and six for I'm coming tomorrow at six in the morning." He explained, and we walked in silence. He put his and around my waist, and we stopped. "So what's really wrong?" he looked at me as though he could strip away my head and look straight into my thoughts "When was the last time we did something like this?" "Well, we had that garden party with Jack..." he trailed off and sat down on the sand, and then as a second thought, spread his leather waistcoat on the ground. I sat on it, and replied "That was a week ago, and what time did we spend together before that?" "Umm..." he looked at the dark sky "You can't remember, can you?" he said nothing. I started off on a long rant about how I don't get to spend any time with him and he doesn't spend any time with the kids. It was like a dam had burst inside me and everything I had kept bottled up was flooding out. I kept going until I ran out of steam. He never said a word. He simply tossed down the rock and bit of driftwood he had been carving surprisingly precisely. For all that he says he's got blacksmith's fingers he can certainly be very delicate. Then he got up and walked off. He didn't even say anything. I watched him walk away and then picked up the driftwood. There were mermaids on one side, and mystical sea beasts on the other. The mermaids danced round a carved 'P' and the beasts twisted and curled round a 'J'. The rock, a piece of quartz, was set in the top, unglued. Will has always been a quick worker. I put it in the waistcoat pocket and sniffed tears back fiercely. Then I stood up and walked back to the house. I left the waistcoat in the hall, and then went to my own little room. Like Will has a study, so do I. In it are my bits and pieces, old things, like my rag doll, Raggety Ann, a number of old diaries, dating back to about when I was fourteen, the family Bible, and the book. The book is simply titled 'My Family'. I spent some time looking through it. There's a rose from my wedding bouquet, a lock of baby hair from each child, the painting of us at our wedding. I remember it was a blazing hot day, and we had to stand there, roasted alive in all the wedding finery, whilst the artist made a charcoal sketch. Father looks proud, if slightly worried, and whilst I am managing to hide my discomfort Will looks flustered and annoyed. The suit was well fitted to him, though. And there's a bit of clay that came from a jug in an inn in Tortuga, where we stopped on our honeymoon. We met up with Jack as well. He wasn't attached to Anamaria then, and I remember a brawl started over a prostitute apparently promised to him and another pirate. In the fight the jug of beer we had been sharing was smashed and I kept a bit. There is also a ring from Jack when he got told that we were to be married. "A bit late, I admit, but, there's nothing like hope," I remember him saying. I took it out of the book and put it on. It was a ruby with emeralds round it, set in silver and gold. It was the first bit of jewellery I got as a married woman. Of course, after Will had seen that, when we got home, he had wasted no time in finding many semiprecious stones from the beach and from the Ilea De Morte and setting them in a necklace which I wear round my neck. There's a picture Bill drew for me, and a daisy chain that Freda made. I blew my nose and replaced it onto the shelf. Now I am going to our room.
()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()
19thJuly- Elizabeth's Diary
Will never came home last night. I know because I was up all last night. It's now almost midnight. The children have been asking after their daddy. I can'twait any longer. Maybe he's come home and is in his study.
He wasn't in his study. I'm going to bed now. I would go and check at the forge, but don't want another row.
Oh my god! Look at this!
'My Dearest Sweetest Elizabeth,
Tonight I make sail on the tide. I am going to the sea, where I can be free. Do not come after me, but look after our children and let them grow up happy. I will not be returning. I will send money if you ever need it. In the pigeon loft, with Jack's pigeon, is one of my own. It will return to me should you ever need it. Keep it safe. You do not have to tell anyone I left you. Say I went to the sea one night and was drowned. Please give an extra kiss to the children every night for me. I love you and always will. However, the sea calls, and has called for so long I can no longer ignore it.
I remain loving to you and forever yours,
Will'
He's gone. Left forever. I can't believe it. Oh god. Please let it be a hoax. Please.
A/N: Oh, look, he's buggered off. Well, I'm only updating if I get reviews! So if you love Will and Elizabeth's children, you'll R'n'R!
Freak: Reviews a-go go!
Liz: Nothing, sorry.
Freak: What, they don't care about your children??
Liz: So it would seem.
Freak: Hey, Norrington moment!
Liz: But what about your reviews?
Freak: Eureka! Hang on!
Jack: Isn't that Greek for 'Give me a towel'?
Freak: Noo. It means I know what to put. Now shut up and let me appeal!
Jack: Fine then. (Wanders off)
Freak: (Clears throat) If you really care about where Will is headed to, and what Liz will do, then R'n'R, otherwise I'm not doing piss all with it! (Manical laughter) Ahem. I mean... I won't update it. (Giggles evilly). Oh arse. I can't do this with out the evil laughter. Just review the bloody thing for god's sake.
Disclaimer: Yeah, right...
15th July- Elizabeth Turner's Diary
It's been about week since the garden party, when Jack and Anamaria showed up. They left us in a sorry state.
Ever since that business with Barbossa and the heathen curse I have been second in Will's heart. The coming of Captain Jack Sparrow, with his swagger and his ship, awoke something in Will's blood that won't lie down again. Every night now, I wake up and he is gone. Usually, he's standing with one of the babies (usually Jack, he doesn't sleep so well) outside on the balcony, looking out to sea. He would stand there all night, if I didn't come and find him. It takes no toll on his wakefulness though. It's like he takes refreshment from the sea air itself. It pains me, because his mistress calls him, and I know about the mistress, and I can't stop him. He finds excuses every day to go to the dock. I'm sure that the apprentices could manage quite easily, but he is the only one who can take it all down there in the pony and trap.
I don't know what I will do, for sure, as he will never leave his family, but can he go on lusting for the sea and still live happily?
£$£$£$£$£$£$£$£$£$£$£$£$£$£$£$£$
15th July- Will Turner's Journal
I had a profitable day today, and have watched Peter, who has been my apprentice for a long time, set up a shop. I can now take on another lad, as it will be a few years before I let Bill, Rudy, and especially Jack in the forge. They couldn't see over the forge, let alone heft a hammer!
I'm writing this in my so-called study, though it is more a room where I sit and make up my accounts and stocks. It is my favourite room, because I can see the sea, with the desk positioned in just the right place. Elizabeth feels I spend an unhealthy amount of time in here, but it takes a lot of time to keep the books now a days. Will Turner's swords are becoming famous, and the black smiths apprenticed under him do well for themselves. I love Elizabeth, but the sea forgives easily, loves you no matter what happens and always has new things waiting. No matter how comfortable living here is, or has become, or will be, I cannot imagine myself growing old here. I find it monotonous.
()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()
18th July- Elizabeth's Diary
Will has not come home yet. It is growing late. Almost ten o' clock! The children are in bed. I'll have to go down to the forge and find him.
LATER: I don't believe it. The cheek of that man! I went down to his smithy, where he was still working. The apprentices looked fair done in. I came in to hear him say "Right, I'll carry on alone boys. Off you go," the apprentices went to the cupboard where they kept their chattels and goods. They pulled out a bottle of water, bunged with wax, and took turns at pouring it over their heads. When it was empty, they took another bottle of brownish liquid and a loaf of bread. They took it up to the little loft space where there were bed rolls. They leant against them wearily, and one reached for ward and pulled a board of wood across. Will nodded to them and carried on. Then he saw me. "Elizabeth!" he cried. "What are you doing in here?" "I could ask you the same thing!" I snapped. "It's ten o' clock and you are still working!" "Elizabeth, I have a big consignment for the docks. They need nails. I've been pulling them with the lads for most of the day!" "Yes, well, I'd have thought that three boys and a full grown man could have managed to get that done!" he sighed and started to move around the forge, silently and swiftly. He banked up the fire, put the scrap metal in the corner, and doused the hot metal he'd been working with. He banged on the loft space twice and then went to the door, where he locked the big main doors, and the smaller door to one side. Then he appeared to remember something and banged on the loft space six times. There was an answering knock and then he let himself out. "Let's go for a walk. The maid's up at the house, the kids'll be fine,"
We walked down to the sea front, where he took a few minutes to wash his hands and face in the watery sand at the sea edge. Then he dried his face on his shirt, and came back to me. "So what's bothering you, oh sweet sun of my life?" "You've been reading again, haven't you?" I asked, teasingly. He looked abashed. "Only a little bit," he mumbled, "Why, does it show?" "A bit," I replied and then asked, "Why were you bashing on those poor boys bedroom? They looked fair done to death," "Two knocks for I'm closing now, and six for I'm coming tomorrow at six in the morning." He explained, and we walked in silence. He put his and around my waist, and we stopped. "So what's really wrong?" he looked at me as though he could strip away my head and look straight into my thoughts "When was the last time we did something like this?" "Well, we had that garden party with Jack..." he trailed off and sat down on the sand, and then as a second thought, spread his leather waistcoat on the ground. I sat on it, and replied "That was a week ago, and what time did we spend together before that?" "Umm..." he looked at the dark sky "You can't remember, can you?" he said nothing. I started off on a long rant about how I don't get to spend any time with him and he doesn't spend any time with the kids. It was like a dam had burst inside me and everything I had kept bottled up was flooding out. I kept going until I ran out of steam. He never said a word. He simply tossed down the rock and bit of driftwood he had been carving surprisingly precisely. For all that he says he's got blacksmith's fingers he can certainly be very delicate. Then he got up and walked off. He didn't even say anything. I watched him walk away and then picked up the driftwood. There were mermaids on one side, and mystical sea beasts on the other. The mermaids danced round a carved 'P' and the beasts twisted and curled round a 'J'. The rock, a piece of quartz, was set in the top, unglued. Will has always been a quick worker. I put it in the waistcoat pocket and sniffed tears back fiercely. Then I stood up and walked back to the house. I left the waistcoat in the hall, and then went to my own little room. Like Will has a study, so do I. In it are my bits and pieces, old things, like my rag doll, Raggety Ann, a number of old diaries, dating back to about when I was fourteen, the family Bible, and the book. The book is simply titled 'My Family'. I spent some time looking through it. There's a rose from my wedding bouquet, a lock of baby hair from each child, the painting of us at our wedding. I remember it was a blazing hot day, and we had to stand there, roasted alive in all the wedding finery, whilst the artist made a charcoal sketch. Father looks proud, if slightly worried, and whilst I am managing to hide my discomfort Will looks flustered and annoyed. The suit was well fitted to him, though. And there's a bit of clay that came from a jug in an inn in Tortuga, where we stopped on our honeymoon. We met up with Jack as well. He wasn't attached to Anamaria then, and I remember a brawl started over a prostitute apparently promised to him and another pirate. In the fight the jug of beer we had been sharing was smashed and I kept a bit. There is also a ring from Jack when he got told that we were to be married. "A bit late, I admit, but, there's nothing like hope," I remember him saying. I took it out of the book and put it on. It was a ruby with emeralds round it, set in silver and gold. It was the first bit of jewellery I got as a married woman. Of course, after Will had seen that, when we got home, he had wasted no time in finding many semiprecious stones from the beach and from the Ilea De Morte and setting them in a necklace which I wear round my neck. There's a picture Bill drew for me, and a daisy chain that Freda made. I blew my nose and replaced it onto the shelf. Now I am going to our room.
()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()
19thJuly- Elizabeth's Diary
Will never came home last night. I know because I was up all last night. It's now almost midnight. The children have been asking after their daddy. I can'twait any longer. Maybe he's come home and is in his study.
He wasn't in his study. I'm going to bed now. I would go and check at the forge, but don't want another row.
Oh my god! Look at this!
'My Dearest Sweetest Elizabeth,
Tonight I make sail on the tide. I am going to the sea, where I can be free. Do not come after me, but look after our children and let them grow up happy. I will not be returning. I will send money if you ever need it. In the pigeon loft, with Jack's pigeon, is one of my own. It will return to me should you ever need it. Keep it safe. You do not have to tell anyone I left you. Say I went to the sea one night and was drowned. Please give an extra kiss to the children every night for me. I love you and always will. However, the sea calls, and has called for so long I can no longer ignore it.
I remain loving to you and forever yours,
Will'
He's gone. Left forever. I can't believe it. Oh god. Please let it be a hoax. Please.
A/N: Oh, look, he's buggered off. Well, I'm only updating if I get reviews! So if you love Will and Elizabeth's children, you'll R'n'R!
Freak: Reviews a-go go!
Liz: Nothing, sorry.
Freak: What, they don't care about your children??
Liz: So it would seem.
Freak: Hey, Norrington moment!
Liz: But what about your reviews?
Freak: Eureka! Hang on!
Jack: Isn't that Greek for 'Give me a towel'?
Freak: Noo. It means I know what to put. Now shut up and let me appeal!
Jack: Fine then. (Wanders off)
Freak: (Clears throat) If you really care about where Will is headed to, and what Liz will do, then R'n'R, otherwise I'm not doing piss all with it! (Manical laughter) Ahem. I mean... I won't update it. (Giggles evilly). Oh arse. I can't do this with out the evil laughter. Just review the bloody thing for god's sake.