K: Hey all you out there! Thanks for taking time to read my story. I appreciate it. I hope you like this. I'd like to give a thank you to my friend who helped me come up with ideas for this. So, thanks! Enjoy everyone! And please review it when you're done! Thanks! =-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- =-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- The day was sunny and hot. Will stepped out of his house and squinted. He was dressed in very inappropriate clothes for this kind of weather. He had on a silk tunic and wool socks with shiny, brown boots. He was also wearing silk gloves, a brown jacket, and dark coloured hat. He felt the sun beating down on him and wished to God that he hadn't worn what he did. But it wasn't his decision and he knew it. There was a covered carriage waiting out front in the circular drive. A young man who looked no more than sixteen came to help him into the front. The windows were pulled inside which made it cooler but just barely. They were off. On the way Will started thinking about how his life was so different than before. Ever since he had proposed to Elizabeth everything was strange. He was living in a world of silk gloves and coats with little flaps on the end. He didn't understand why the men of this class would want to wear such clothes in such heat and ride in such hot things as these carriages. No wonder many of them were fat. They never walked anywhere. He smiled to himself. The carriage started to slow down and Will knew that it was finally time for him to face the governor. He walked up to the front door and knocked. A servant answered and bowed. Will hailed him and entered. "He's in the sitting room, sir." Will thanked the man and headed for the sitting room. At once he felt like he was a boy again, being on the ship with his father. He felt a twang of regret for not following the path of Jack but he quickly brushed that from his mind. The governor smiled as he entered. Will gulped. The smile was not friendly; it was extremely business-like.

"Hello Will. It's nice to see you. Everything about the hanging has been cleared up and you are an innocent man. That Captain Jack Sparrow is another story all together." Will smiled weakly.

"Is this how you greet all your son-in-laws?" he asked with a hint of joking. The governor smiled.

"Normally I don't tolerate humor but you are an exception. I find that to be very funny." Will smiled half-heartedly. He knew the governor was one tough man and truthfully what he said made Will even more nervous.

"Well, thank you sir. I guess."

"Well, I hope we have now gotten all that hello business out of the way. I now want to talk to you about my daughter and the most important thing, inheritance." Will was a little angry with this.

"Sir, I am very in love with your daughter and I could care less about inheritance." The governor frowned. "You should be. Once you marry my daughter all that responsibility will be put on you. I need someone I can trust to carry on the family."

"But sir."

"No. No buts. Do you want to marry Elizabeth or not?"

"Yes sir."

"Then I suggest you start caring about my money because one day it will belong to you. Understand?" Will nodded. "Very well."

For the next hour Will had to listen to his future father-in- law talk about money, its importance, and the importance of being Elizabeth's husband.

"I want you to know that if you do anything to make my little blossom cry I will hunt you down myself and make sure you don't live to see another day."

"I would never dream of doing anything like that. I love Elizabeth dearly." The governor just looked at him sternly. "Very well. Well, I'm done with you. You may go." Will nodded, said goodbye and left. Back at home he hung up his jacket and took off his shoes and socks. It felt good to be out of that stuffy garb. Looking around he wondered where his Elizabeth was. "Elizabeth!" he called.

He heard a sound of hurried feet from upstairs. Smiling, he climbed the staircase and was about to reach the top when he saw Elizabeth coming out of a room, closing the door behind her.

"Hello Will. You're home early."

"Well, your father didn't keep me for too long, thankfully." Elizabeth gave off a slight laugh. Will knew that something was wrong.

"Are you ok sweetie?" He reached out and put his hand on her shoulder. She shrugged it off.

"Uh, yeah." Will was very worried now. "Look, Will, do you think that maybe the horses need to be looked after? Why don't you go down and help them?"

"But I have Jeremy working on it."

Suddenly, a thump came from inside the room. Elizabeth looked frightened for about a second but she quickly hid it. Will noticed though. "What's going on here Elizabeth?" He stepped up to the bedroom door and opened it. Elizabeth, at that exact moment, broke down in tears.

"Don't be mad Will! Please don't be mad!" she cried. Will stared in the room. His eyes widened. He wasn't going to believe it. Right there in front of his eyes stood Commodore Norington.

"W-what is the meaning of this?" He was speechless. Elizabeth didn't say anything. "How long? H-how long?" She still didn't say anything. "How long!" he said again. She nodded her head and sat down on the floor.

"No, I don't want you to act like you're the one hurt. Get up!" She stayed down, still fearful. "GET UP!" He was yelling now. He was crying slightly but he held it in.

"I'm sorry Will," she whispered hoarsely. Will just stared at her in disbelief and hurt. "I really am sorry."

"No! I don't want to hear it just, just. I don't want to. Just-Elizabeth, I don't think. And with that he left. He reached the front porch and started running..." There was a pause. Will put his head in his hand and sighed.

"Goodbye Elizabeth." He shook his head and stared at the floor where his fiancée sat. Silently, he went downstairs. Slipping on his shoes he exited the manor. Once he had cleared the gates he ran.

He ran all the way to the harbour where he finally stopped. The sun was setting and he crouched against a bunch of crates facing the ocean.

He started to cry. Why would she do this to him? He thought. Was he not a good husband-to-be?

All of a sudden he felt a hand on his shoulder.

"Real men don't cry, mate," said a friendly, familiar voice. Will looked up and saw his old friend Captain Jack Sparrow.

"I'd like to take you up on your offer of working on your ship," said Will contemplatively. Sparrow smiled one of his glistening smiles.

"Welcome, aboard the crew of the Pearl, Will Turner." Will grinned and shook his friend's hand.