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Will stood up and outstretched an arm towards Elizabeth; she slipped her hand in his and allowed him to pull her up. Though he pulled her up with ease and gentle Elizabeth still somehow managed to find herself against his chest. Elizabeth blushed furiously and since that she was inside the smithy, where there was light, her tinted pink cheeks were visible, to which Will saw and smiled that soft, gentle and caring smile, the one that always made Elizabeth's knees go weak. But it only added to her embarrassment and she ducked her head as her cheeks flared. Hearing Will chuckle; Elizabeth looked up and found that he was quite amused by her behavior.

Will lead them outside and with Elizabeth close at his side he started off the path from the smithy. Since it was nightfall Will was certain no one would be out so he was more confident that Elizabeth was safe from being recognized, but that did not meant that no one wasn't out in town.

As they walked in more of a deeper part of town in Port Royal Elizabeth noticed that there were some people out at the markets or just standing off to the side. It was obvious to her that they were much more of inferior quality than Will was and she felt a ping of sadness inside of her. She pity most of them, but certainly not the ones that were giving her rather oppressive and slurry looks, and most of them were from the males that sat on the streets dressed in ragged clothing.

Intensively, Elizabeth sidle towards Will and looped her arm through his and eyed the males, as if to warn them that she was not a or their propriety. But they didn't seem to get the hint. "Will," Elizabeth whispered in a slight alarmed voice, her words almost shaking, her hand gripping his lower arm.

Will stopped to look down at her and as instant nature, his eyebrows furrowed. Elizabeth was looking across from them, her eyes shining with fear and she was practically leaning against his body, which she had to admit was quite warm. Will looked up and at what Elizabeth was staring at and felt some sort of rage enter inside but he made no action that showed it. Instead, he simply gave those who were staring at the beautiful lady beside him glares. Instantly the men on the streets looked away or those who were standing simply walked off. But it were not only men who were staring, there were females as well.

"Will…"

"Shhh," Will whispered, sliding his hand to hers and grasped it gently and pulled them down the street. It was a bit difficult to do so since Elizabeth was a bit frightened but one look at Will's face and seeing his smile, she trusted that the street was safe, or so she hoped. But even then, as they walked by, many bystanders were watching.

"Will…" Elizabeth trailed off, swallowing down the lump that formed in her throat. "They're staring at me."

"Don't mind a thing about them," Will replied, pulling her closer but he had a smile on his face. "They never seen a beautiful woman before."

Elizabeth's cheeks flushed, quite flattered by his sweet comment. She bowed her head, trying to control her beating heart. Finally they arrived to where Will was leading and Elizabeth was the most surprise to see that it was the small beach they would go to when they were children. It was rather a secretive place and Will found it himself just a few days after he was put in the care of Mr. Brown. There were trees all around and quite a few rocks off at the shore, where the waves would splash upon it. Logs sat around, though there were few. Elizabeth had not forgotten the area and only hoped that Will didn't forget either.

"Oh Will," Elizabeth turned towards him. He had a big smile on his face and Elizabeth found it infectious, for she started smiling too. Elizabeth jumped at him in pure joy and found herself squealing as Will spun them both around but that didn't last long once the dizzy spells started to set in. Will stopped but almost tumbled to the ground. Elizabeth giggled, tightening her hold around his neck. Will set Elizabeth down and she, herself, almost fell on the ground and if it weren't for Will grasping her arms to hoist her up, she would of fallen.

Will brought them to one of the logs and sat himself on the sand, Elizabeth doing the same beside him. A breeze started to blow through and Elizabeth shuddered and brought herself to Will's side for warmth. His arm slipped behind her back and to her waist and tugged her close until she was leaning against his side, then he wrapped his other arm around her and rubbed her upper arms. Elizabeth looked up at his face and gave him a smiled, silently saying 'Thank you'.

"Do you remember when we were children and we used to go here at all times?"

Elizabeth laughed at the memory, full well remembering. "Very well," she said. "All the silly games we used to play. Most of them were pirate games."

"You were the captain and I was your cabin boy," Will flashed her a smile, almost a grin. One could have a ball remembering the times they had played together.

For half of the hour they sat and replayed the memories of when they were younger and when they would go to the island and play. Weatherby didn't even know about the island, no one did so Elizabeth was assured that they wouldn't be disturbed from their time. But the slightest of fear entered her mind when they became silent, just simply watching the waves. What if one of the maids were to walk in her room and see that she was gone? But as soon as it entered her mind it got kicked aside from another thought.

Will would do anything to get you from trouble.

And she knew he would; she knew that indeed. But then she remembered why they were here in the first place. We need to discuss something. Those words from Will rang in her ears and it brought her back to reality. She looked over at Will who was running his hand through the sand and letting the small pebbles slip through his hands. Elizabeth opened her mouth to speak but found herself saying…

"How are we going to be together?"

Will turned his head to her, eyebrows furrowed. He hadn't thought about it until now that she mentioned it. Yes, Will didn't necessary proposed to her but it was enough to consider for them to be engage to marry and Weatherby, being the man he was, would surely not allow Elizabeth to marry Will. Will knew he would even object to it if he asked permission for Elizabeth's hand in marriage and maybe even wouldn't allow him to go on with his reasons of his love towards Elizabeth.

Though Will respected Weatherby greatly, Will wanted to marry Elizabeth and her father wouldn't allow it. Weatherby truly didn't appreciate or respected Will for the things he had done for him and Elizabeth, even when they were younger. For goodness thanks, Will had risked his life to get Elizabeth from those pirates,

And did Will get a thank you from Weatherby?

No.

"Lets just put it like this," Elizabeth interrupted will from his thoughts. "my father isn't too pleased with me and will be greatly disappointed if I don't walk down the aisle."

"I can only conjecture who the lucky man would be," Will said, offering her a shy smile. He knew the man that Weatherby wished for Elizabeth to marry.

James.

And what Will said next made his cheeks feel a bit warm. "Anyone who is to marry you should know that he is the luckiest man there is. You're a rare gift, Elizabeth; believe me when I say that."

"Oh Will," Elizabeth laughed softly, quite flattered. "I adore your words, but James would certainly not be the luckiest man there is if I were to walk down the aisle."

"And why is that?"

"Because he would not be the man I would join souls with," this time Elizabeth flushed and Will gave her a baffled look. "Because…Because I don't wish to marry him. I wish to marry…" she trailed off, unsure if she should say the rest of her sentence. A nod from Will told her to do so. He seemed rather anxious to her answer.

Elizabeth took in a deep breath before continuing on. "I don't wish to marry James…I wish to marry you," Though it was discussed of such earlier, Will's eyes widened slightly and Elizabeth simply stared in his eyes, slight fear in her eyes of what he might think. When Will simply stared at her, not saying a word, she began to worry. "Will…I…I'm sorry; I shouldn't of have said tha-"

"Elizabeth…"

"I-I apologize. I-"

She was interrupted by him, however. He leaned in, his hand cupping her cheek, the other going to the back of her neck and brought her lips to his. Elizabeth was surprised by such a bold move from Will but she didn't object. She wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him back. The kiss was rather passionate and each felt heat from their lips, which only added the passion.

Will's hand went in her hair and his fingers played with the small curls. He pulled her closer, her side pressed against his stomach, and wrapped his arm around her waist. Elizabeth lifted up her face, deepening the kiss, holding onto the nape of his neck. She tilted her head ever so slightly.

They kissed for a moment, then pulled away, their breaths slightly uneven. Will held her hand, her other one on his shoulder. She stared up at him and Will leaned in again but he gave her a peck of the lips before pulling away. Elizabeth's eyes closed during that small kiss and they remained closed as she felt his fingers on her face.

"Elizabeth," she heard him whispered and her eyes fluttered open. He licked his lips. "If I didn't love you, truly, deeply, and madly, then I wouldn't of have confessed my love for you. I love you, Elizabeth Swann, and knowing that you love me as well…"

"There is no doubt in my mind that I love you," Elizabeth replied, her voice soft. "if possible more than you love me."

"I'm not quite sure if you could come close to that," Will smiled, pulling her head towards his a bit closer. "Elizabeth, you must know before you decide, I can't offer you anything. None of those marvelous jewelry, or the dazzling clothing, none of that. All I can offer you is a small house and love."

"It's all I ever wanted, all that I need from you." She couldn't give a slight care about the jewelry and the clothing. They didn't matter and she most certainly didn't enjoy wearing them, as beautiful as they were. Most dresses were very uncomfortable and somewhat a bit itchy to her skin. She knew what Will was trying to do. He was trying to see through the less of a wealthy life, but she didn't care. As long as they would have a house and their love will stay strong, she was the happiest woman there was. But just the thought of Will loving her so much to stop her from entering an possible unwanted life warmed her.

Will, for one, was overjoyed inside. His dreams to marry Elizabeth were coming true, but then again they were far from doing so. Without Weatherby's consult, there wouldn't be a way for Will or Elizabeth to marry if they wanted one with guests. From what Elizabeth had said, Will took his guess that Governor Swann did not like the idea of Will marrying his daughter. If one had eyes they would see that Elizabeth wanted to be a part of Will, and indeed he saw that on her face and in her eyes.

Many thoughts ran through Will's mind and as much as he could he tried pushing them away, but they remained in his mind. Was the idea of marrying Elizabeth worrying him? Of course not, it's all he had ever wanted. Was it that the fact that they would be going behind Weatherby's back? Yes. Quite frankly, it scared Will but he didn't showed it and hope Elizabeth wouldn't see it. Weatherby would hang Will and that was quite in literal form. But married…Weatherby wouldn't be able to tear them apart, even if it was his daughter.

Weatherby won't go down without a fight, he would do quite few things to keep Will and Elizabeth away. He had done so when they were children but he wasn't going to do that now.

"William?"

"Yes, love?"

She looked at Will. "I love you."

Will stood and helped her, but then he picked her up and started to twirl her around, much to Elizabeth enjoyment. She squealed, wrapping her arms around his neck as they both laughed. Eventually, Will got a bit dizzy and he stopped but they didn't mean he set his love down. But his feet lost it's balance and his legs buckled under him and they both fell to the soft sand, now laid side by side.

They started to laugh more and if anyone had seen them they would of thought that they were bizarre. Elizabeth's arms were still attached to Will's neck and she let them fall to her sides. Their laughter seized moments later and the two just laid there in each other's arms, Elizabeth head rested against his shoulder, her fingers intertwined through Will's.

Though it wasn't considered as an engagement, Will still worried about the Governor. Will knew he wasn't exactly of their status, but he had done many things for him and Elizabeth and it slightly hurt that Weatherby didn't even thought of Will as a respected man, but only a low class blacksmith that had no penny to his name. He respected Governor Swann but there were just some things that needed to be done, with or without his consult, and now neither him or James would tear them apart.

And Will was determine not let Elizabeth go.

Not a chance.

And to prevent them from trying to do so, there was only one thing to do…

Leave.

Though Will was hesitant on the idea, it seemed the only way for them to be together. Will was in his thoughts for a moment.

Would Elizabeth agree?

Or would she object?

He couldn't. It's the only way. But this was their town, their lives. They are few small islands that Will knows and the Governor does not. What if Elizabeth isn't willing to leave? She may. There was only one way to find out but Will didn't think he could bring himself to say the words.

He opened his mouth to speak but only managed two words. "Elizabeth…I-"

"Will," Elizabeth interrupted him with a breath of a sigh, sitting up and leaning over him. "If we stay here there is no hope, not even a chance of us getting married."

"I know, Elizabeth. Perhaps we should-"

"And this Port Royal, William. We've been here since we were young children." Will nodded, understanding her completely. "But…but I love you and I want nothing more than to be your wife and bear your children. I love my father as well but if he can't understand my feelings for you then I don't think he can understand anything about us. I love him, Will, but he won't even listen to me and I hate it when he does that. But if it means marrying you then I won't hesitate to leave Port Royal."

"Port Royal is anything but the nicest of a town, Elizabeth," Will told her, honesty perceptible in his voice. But she knew he was right and she agreed. Will sat up as well, using his arms to support him. "Yes, there are nice citizens here and some are very respectable and a good idol for children, but no matter where you go in this town you will hear anything but gossip. And I don't want you to be the subject of it for marrying a blacksmith."

"It's nothing to be ashamed of," Elizabeth replied flatly, her eyebrows furrowed together. "I'd be married to the one only for me."

"Would they think that?" Will asked, raising an eyebrow. Elizabeth opened her mouth to reply but stopped and realized that he was right. "You know that I would never put you in shame. I don't forget my place unless it's dire."

"We need to leave."

"I'll leave whenever you want to."

Elizabeth thought for a moment. She wanted to be married to Will as soon as possible, yet she wanted to be settle down in a nice town, perhaps an island that no one, not even her father knows about. She wanted them to have a house before marrying and she knew Will wanted that as well.

Is this what you want?

More than anything.

Do you love Will enough?

I'd take a shot for him.

Do you love your father? What of James?

Of course I love my father. But he doesn't understand about my love and how I wish for him to respect my wants. I love Will, not James. Will.

And James?

He is only my friend as far as I see. I know his feelings for me and I hated using him like I did but how else was I suppose to save Will?

And you have no doubts about marrying Mr. Turner?

It's all I wanted, ever since I was fifteen. I love William.

He's a blacksmith.

And that doesn't matter.

You will have no where to go. What town do you know of that you two could go to? What island? All you can do is sail around for weeks, and yet may not find any suitable town.

People mislead her if they thought she knew nothing about the seas. In fact, she knew quite a lot. The locations, where islands and towns were at, and even ports. It's a thanks to those books she had gotten when she was younger, otherwise she wouldn't know how to survive being on a ship, let alone being on one full of pirates. She knew her knowledge, more than Will could know.

She had no doubts. She wanted this with Will.

Elizabeth looked back at Will, who was looking at her the whole time. Her hand went in his hair where her fingers grasped at the soft strands. Will's own hand slid down to her cheek and held her there firmly, yet very gentle.

"Will?"

"Yes, Elizabeth?"

She let out a sigh and placed her other hand on his.

"I want to leave by tomorrow night."


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