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Another new story from me. Enjoy.
This takes place two years before the first movie.
Bang. Pause. Bang. Pause. Whoosh.
Will wiped some sweat from his brow and looked down at the object in question he was creating. It was a beautiful sword really. One of his best thus far. Of course he knew there was nothing to discern the fact that it was made by his own hand. The boy turned his youthful head to the side to see that his master was in another drunken stupor. It seemed that ever since he lost his wife (who Will had to admit was a wonderful woman) the man could barely get himself up for a day without stopping at the bottle first. Will shook his head and went back to business. William Turner had just turned 18 the week before and still didn't feel any older. He still felt like that small boy who was pulled out of the water only six years previous. A little out of place but altogether happy he supposed. Except for one little thing.
There was a knock on the smithy door and Will went over to answer it careful to make as much noise as he could so his master might awaken. That was for naught as he had reached the door while the man still sat sound asleep. He was greeted by a smiling honey brown head that was only a few inches shorter than himself. "Good day Miss. Swann," he quietly said. He hoped that she wouldn't notice the slow reddening of his cheeks. Perhaps he could blame it on the heat within.
"Good day Will. Might I come in for a moment?"
Will was still staring at her but shook it off and moved so she could step inside. The girl, no woman, stood in stark contrast to the bleak place where Will called home. "Is there something I can help you with?" he asked going over to his water basin to wash his hands.
"Well, it's my father's birthday next week and I was hoping to purchase something for him," she said wringing her hands almost in a nervous sort of manner.
"Oh, well then is there something you'd like made for him?" Will asked.
"That's the thing. I'm not quite sure what to give him, you see. I was hoping that you might help me choose something," she said with a slight grin.
Will didn't really know what to tell her. "You want me..."
"Yes Will. Would that be alright? I mean the man has everything and this year I'm, well, completely stumped."
Her eyes were so earnest that Will wanted all of her dreams to come true.
"I'm not completely sure if I'm the right person to be asking. Perhaps a close friend of his or a naval officer."
"But I trust your opinion most of all Will. You know that, right?"
Now he really couldn't refuse. "I would be honored Miss. Swann. When would you like to go?"
"Tomorrow. Early if that's alright with you."
"Then tomorrow it is."
Elizabeth squealed in delight and gave him a big hug. "Thank you Will. You have no idea how happy this makes me."
She left the smithy right away and almost bumped into another girl on her way out.
"Oh, I'm so sorry Margaret."
"It's alright Miss. Swann," the girl said. As compared to the woman who just left, Margaret was pretty but somehow not in the same way as Elizabeth. She had olive skin and black hair to go with it. "Earth to Will Turner. You still with me?"
Will snapped out of it and looked to the girl who stood smiling before him. Other than Elizabeth, Margaret was Will's only other friend. The three of them actually got along quite well when they were younger. She lived right next door and worked in the dress making shop down the road with her family.
"My father needs some horseshoes for Freddie."
"When does he need them by," Will asked going over to a piece of parchment and grabbing a quill.
"Thursday if it's alright with you." Will quickly scribbled down the order and nodded.
"See you then," he said.
She nodded and walked out the door.
It was later in the night that Will could've sworn he heard someone just outside of his window. He had been putting his nightclothes on when he looked to his window. A branch was moving in the wind and hitting his window making a loud banging noise. He didn't think much of it until he saw something attached to the branch. It looked like a small piece of paper wrapped up in a piece of string. Will went over and opened the window before grabbing it and shutting it once again. Careful to not rip the paper, he untied it and began to read a strange note.
Love is not blind.
Love sees all and knows all.
I love you William Turner and I want to make you mine now and forever.
Will felt a little uneasy as he looked out the window one last time before blowing out the candle on his bedside table. He climbed into his bed and turned over and fell asleep.
The next time I update, I'm hoping to have the story completed. I want to have this finished before I go away next week and I'm already off to a good start having finished four chapters. Anyway, I thank you for reading and look for an update soon.