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Warning: This is SLASH read at your own risk. Don't complain about it I warned you.

Normality Returns

Pirates of the Caribbean Slash Fan fiction

Chapter One

Normality had returned to Port Royal, or as normal as it got for a port town in the Caribbean at least. There were no cursed pirates shooting the place up, no governors' daughters being kidnapped and no ships being commandeered by drunken pirate captains, all in all as ordinary as things could be.

Normality had resumed ,very strongly in fact, for one William Turner of the Blacksmith profession, he had returned to his workshop, which was where he was now, taking out his frustrations on a red hot piece of iron, that was supposed to be becoming a horseshoe. Will sighed finally letting up on the iron and tossing it into the bucket of water situated next to the anvil.

Will strode across the forge to the door, leaning against its frame his gaze inexplicably drawn to the glistening blue mass that was the sea. It stretched out before him to the very edge of his vision, where the sun was beginning to sink below the horizon. This had casts a blood red glow over the sky, that was softly fading into pinks and pale blues.

Will's eyes drifted closed, he drew a deep breath tasting the brine on the air. Will eyes focus back on the horizon, as if searching for something, he won't admit even to him self what he is searching for. His eyes weren't scanning the horizon for a glimpse of black sail, he wasn't wishing for the smell of rum, nor desperate to see a pair of chocolate coloured eyes, tanned golden skin and a mass of dreadlocks, he didn't long to hear that rum addled slur, in all he wasn't searching for one captain Jack Sparrow, no, of course he wasn't why on earth would he want to do that.

And yet, still every evening, his gaze was drawn to the sea, every morning he was searching the horizon for...something he could name, or wasn't allowing himself to name.

Will shook himself, turned away and hurried back inside the forge, away from that irrepressible longing.

Two days later, around midday, Elizabeth Swan was walking through Port Royal, towards a certain blacksmiths shop. As she stepped across the threshold into the cool darkness of the forge she paused, her eyes fixed on the figure hunched over the workbench.

"Oh Will..."

Will jerked upright and spun around his eyes wide.

"Elizabeth!"

"No, the dreaded Davy Jones, Of course it's me, who else would dare interrupt you while you're sulking?"

Elizabeth smiled, it had taken the pair all of three weeks after Jacks spectacular anti-climatic exit for them to realise that while they loved each other they were not in love with each. Elizabeth was now happily engaged to Norrington, who turned out to be an okay person... as long as you didn't mention pirates, that is.

"Why are you here?"

Elizabeth smiled in response to her friend's question. "Trust you to forget, I'm just here to check you are still coming to dinner tomorrow."

"Dinner?"

God he was clueless, "Yes dinner, the one I invited you to weeks ago... both Father and John want you there too, we're celebrating mine and John's engagement remember!"

Will's face was lit up with a smile, "Oh THAT dinner, of course I'm coming, couldn't miss my best friends engagement dinner now could I Lizzy" he finished with a grin, his voice full of laugher.

Elizabeth rolled her eyes, it was good to see Will smile genuinely again but did he have to call her that.

Will's laugher rang out around the forge at the disgusted look on Elizabeth's face; he knew she hated to be called Lizzy, which naturally, was why he called her that.

Tomorrow came and so did the dinner, Will arrived dressed in his finest clothes; unfortunately his finest was nothing like the Governor's idea of a fineset set ofclothesor even close to it. So when he arrived he was dragged away by servants to be dressed in a manner befitting the occasion.

Will finally arrived in the dinning hall, looking so self conscious and uncomfortable that Elizabeth almost took pity on him, almost she herself was not all that sympathetic due the many corset related encounters she had suffered through in her opinion it was high time men suffered the same tortures.

In the end Will was dressed in coal black tight fitted breeches, his legs were encased to the knee in new looking leather boots, the breeches were belted around his narrow waist with a black leather belt. He was wearing a loose flowing white shirt, clinched at the waist by the belt, on top of that he wore a fitted royal blue jacket that brought out the blue hints in his sea coloured eyes. The coat was embroidered with silver thread and gave Will a very aristocratic look. His hair for once was loose and looked both clean and well groomed, unusual due to all the time he spent in the forge. In all He looked decidedly handsome, and Elizabeth admitted if she wasn't in love with John and it wasn't so obvious that Will was in love with Jack, even though he wouldn't admit it, she would be regretting their decision not to get married.

Will glared at the sniggering lady, though that term was used loosely.

"If you weren't my best friend I wouldn't be putting up with this."

He slumped down in his seat muttering about stupid, evil servants who poked people with pins and dress making devices for hours just for one stupid dinner, because said evil servant was following orders from the evil over lord know as Elizabeth Swan. This caused Elizabeth's quiet sniggers to mutate in to a full blown giggle fit; it was this scene that Norrington and the Governor arrived to, Will scowling and Elizabeth giggling while both tried to look respectable and ready for dinner. The scene was so amusing the even Norrington cracked a smile.

Dinner passed without major mishaps, Will and Norrington even managed a civil conversation, avoiding the subject of pirates and hangings of course.

The food was brilliant, not that Will would be able to tell the difference between brilliant food and not so brilliant food as it all tasted better than what he normally ate.

During after dinner drinks conversation turned to wedding details and Will excused himself claiming he needed to return to the forge. Goodbyes were said and Will set off back down the hill to Port Royal.

He arrived back at the forge, and his mind return to a previous time when he had returned here to find Jack had used it as a refuge, their first meeting, it seemed so long ago.

As he closed and lock the doors from the inside he failed to notice the shadowy figures inhabiting the forge already. It wasn't until he felt a knife pressed to his throat and a pistol to his back that he knew anything was wrong.

It happened so quickly there was nothing Will could do to stop it. One second he was locking the forge the next he was bound tight, gagged and staring into the face of a man he had thought dead.

"We meet again, Mr Turner"

Will eyes widened as he mouthed helplessly against the gag.

"Take him to the ship; ensure he remains un…damaged."

Barbossa's voice lingered on the last word, drawing it out. Will felt panic creeping in to his mind as the blackness that was creeping over his vision consumed him.

TBC

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