Disclaimer: dreams wistfully of owning a Jack or Will of my very own

AN: Two drabbles I created months ago and found in my notebook just this week. I had FORGOTTEN about them. I never thought I'd see the day.

Spelling Lessons

Elizabeth loved her spelling lessons. Every Friday afternoon at 3pm, she would sit down with Mrs Burrows, her wizened old tutor who was nearly blind, and was given a dictionary to copy. And every Friday afternoon at 3pm, Elizabeth would position herself just so, in order to stare down through the door to the study, down through the bars on the stairs and into the foyer to wait for Will Turner to arrive with his weekly delivery of steelwork. Oh yes, Elizabeth loved her spelling lessons.

Burning

Elizabeth was puzzled. She'd never experienced this feeling before. A sort of heat…in her chest, her cheeks, and her eyes. She was staring at Will, as she'd done many times before, but never with such passionate anger as she now possessed. He was talking to a local girl named Alison Tune. Elizabeth involuntarily clenched her fists as she watched him hug the girl. And then the truth hit her like a ton of bricks. She finally understood what it felt like to burn.

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