I don't own the pirates, although of course I'd like to.
I haven't done this in a while, so feedback would be nice please, so I can see if I should continue.
SLASH!!! Eventually. Probably not until the end. Please don't read unless you like that sort of thing
This is just the first chapter. Enjoy!
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"You miss Jack, don't you?" Elizabeth asked, genuine concern etched onto her face.
Will became suddenly self-conscious. His thumb found its way to his mouth, where he chewed it gently. He turned away from the window to look at her and smiled quickly. "No, dear, just tired," he lied, hating himself for it. But of course he could never tell Elizabeth what constantly ran through his mind all day and all night.
"You stayed late working on that sword for the Captain," Elizabeth cooed sympathetically, remembering. "Come, love, let's go to bed."
"You go on ahead, I'll be there in a bit. I forgot to take care of Dove." Will winced inwardly, hoping his wife would believe the desperate fib about his horse.
Luckily, she only nodded and disappeared upstairs, leaving Will to himself. He now also had an excuse to go outside.
He stepped out onto the front porch and gratefully breathed in the dusty air. It was twilight and the setting sun threw his street into brilliant shades of rusty orange and burnt yellow. He meandered carelessly away from his house, already lost in thought.
It wasn't long before Will came out of his stupor to find himself at the port as the last few rays of stale sunlight fiercely illuminated the water. He stared out at the object of his affections. He was so close, but so far. He lived right by the ocean, yet he wouldn't be satisfied until he was living on it.
The sea called to him constantly. It wasn't just that he missed Jack, though of course he did. But he missed the full semi-circle of sky above him and the endless stretch of watery expanse underneath him. He wanted to be free, and he wanted to be free with Jack.
He resurfaced abruptly out of his pleasant fantasies when something caught his eye. He frowned and kneeled, looking closer at the water that was gently lapping against the shore. Red. A fish slowly floated up to him, coming to a stop at his feet. It was dead.
Red tide was a dark omen. Will stood and hastily made his way home. He had the feeling he had stayed out too late.
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Arriving on his front step, he immediately sensed that something was amiss. The door was still shut, as he had left it, but the window to his left was open, banging softly in the wind. Will remembered shutting the window earlier that evening.
He moved to be underneath the offending window, listening quickly for sound from within the house. Nothing. He took a deep breath and swung himself onto the ledge, kicking inside the house in the same movement. He grabbed the first thing he saw, a candelabrum lighted for the maids to finish tidying the front hall.
Will spun and pointed the flames at the one who had entered through the window.
I haven't done this in a while, so feedback would be nice please, so I can see if I should continue.
SLASH!!! Eventually. Probably not until the end. Please don't read unless you like that sort of thing
This is just the first chapter. Enjoy!
==
"You miss Jack, don't you?" Elizabeth asked, genuine concern etched onto her face.
Will became suddenly self-conscious. His thumb found its way to his mouth, where he chewed it gently. He turned away from the window to look at her and smiled quickly. "No, dear, just tired," he lied, hating himself for it. But of course he could never tell Elizabeth what constantly ran through his mind all day and all night.
"You stayed late working on that sword for the Captain," Elizabeth cooed sympathetically, remembering. "Come, love, let's go to bed."
"You go on ahead, I'll be there in a bit. I forgot to take care of Dove." Will winced inwardly, hoping his wife would believe the desperate fib about his horse.
Luckily, she only nodded and disappeared upstairs, leaving Will to himself. He now also had an excuse to go outside.
He stepped out onto the front porch and gratefully breathed in the dusty air. It was twilight and the setting sun threw his street into brilliant shades of rusty orange and burnt yellow. He meandered carelessly away from his house, already lost in thought.
It wasn't long before Will came out of his stupor to find himself at the port as the last few rays of stale sunlight fiercely illuminated the water. He stared out at the object of his affections. He was so close, but so far. He lived right by the ocean, yet he wouldn't be satisfied until he was living on it.
The sea called to him constantly. It wasn't just that he missed Jack, though of course he did. But he missed the full semi-circle of sky above him and the endless stretch of watery expanse underneath him. He wanted to be free, and he wanted to be free with Jack.
He resurfaced abruptly out of his pleasant fantasies when something caught his eye. He frowned and kneeled, looking closer at the water that was gently lapping against the shore. Red. A fish slowly floated up to him, coming to a stop at his feet. It was dead.
Red tide was a dark omen. Will stood and hastily made his way home. He had the feeling he had stayed out too late.
==
Arriving on his front step, he immediately sensed that something was amiss. The door was still shut, as he had left it, but the window to his left was open, banging softly in the wind. Will remembered shutting the window earlier that evening.
He moved to be underneath the offending window, listening quickly for sound from within the house. Nothing. He took a deep breath and swung himself onto the ledge, kicking inside the house in the same movement. He grabbed the first thing he saw, a candelabrum lighted for the maids to finish tidying the front hall.
Will spun and pointed the flames at the one who had entered through the window.