Disclaimer: Don't own Will or Elizabeth.
Author's Note: Hey, I'm putting this story up for a friend. She actually wrote it, but doesn't have an account, so asked me if I would put it up. So here it is, and please let us know if you like it.
Fourteen-year-old Will Turner swung his sword experimentally. Well, it wasn't his, exactly, but he'd made it. He parried and thrust, fighting off a hoard of bloodthirsty pirates and single-handedly rescuing his lady love. Right up until a knock at the door surprised him into dropping the sword and letting out an undignified squawk.
"Come in," he grunted irritably, setting the sword aside. A maid from the governor's household entered and he bowed his head in greeting.
"My Lord requests a ceremonial sword to be ready in three days' time." The lass handed him an illustration of the aforementioned sword. "You'll be paid upon delivery, as usual." Will nodded, glanced at the sketch of the sword, and turned to get to work. The maid's giggle alerted him to her continued presence. He turned.
"Yes?" he ground out. The maid tittered again.
"My lady–Miss Elizabeth–also bid me bring you this." She held out a rose pink piece of cloth. Will blinked.
"…What is it?" He took it from her (it seemed to be the polite thing to do) and pinched between his thumb and forefinger.
"It's a favor," the maid said, looking at him as if he was touched in the head. "When a lady fancies a man, she gives him her handkerchief." She giggled again. "Good day." And left without another word.
Will watched to make sure she was gone, then brought the handkerchief a little closer to his face. He wondered if Elizabeth blew her nose on it. He sniffed, and realized it smelled of perfume.
Elizabeth's perfume.
Quickly, (but not before checking to make sure no one was watching) he tied his lady's favor around his neck.
A/N: I know it's not rose pink in the movie, but I figure after 6 years it would have faded.