Unbreakable

Author: SouthamptonRose

Summary: You Will Turner and Elizabeth Swann become best friends after she rescued him from the ocean. After arriving in Port Royal though, they are seperated for their differences. Will becomes the apprentice of the local blacksmith while Elizabeth is lectured about status and propriety. Their friendship is unbreakable though, but they have a hard time making others believe it. Pure random adorable W/E goodness!!!

Disclaimer: I do not own Will Turner, Elizabeth Swann, or any of the characters mentioned in this story. They all belong to Jerry Bruckheimer and Disney. I can dream though. ;)


Elizabeth froze when she heard a voice. Tired sounding and husky, and also that of someone ill. At last the boy was awake. She laid the apples she'd been collecting on top of a barrel and hurried over to his side. He looked up at her with a smile, though it looked strained.

She knelt down beside him and asked, "What's wrong?"

He opened his mouth to reply, but instead coughed violently, making her frown. He didn't sound good at all, and it worried her. It had been a day since his collapse, and he hadn't stirred since she had made her promise. She knew it would take time for him to recover, but she had perhaps raised her hopes a bit too much. She thought maybe he would be better by today, but he sounded worse, if possible.

"Master Turner, are you alright?"

He nodded forcefully. After a minute, he managed to choke, "Yes, I'm fine."

She sighed and shook her head. "Don't you lie to me; you know just as well as I that your health is currently at a dangerous position." She frowned and gazed at him through despondent eyes. "It's all my fault. I'm so sorry."

He shook his head. "No Miss Swann," he coughed, "don't blame yourself."

"Oh, but I must," she said, rising up and taking a step back. "You would be in much better condition if it were not for me and my demands." She began to pace the room in long strides, sighing occasionally and glancing back at him.

"If it were not for you, I would most surely be dead," he protested. Almost immediately after the words left his lips, he was overcome by a fit of coughs and could not continue.

"What do you mean by that?" she asked, ignoring his current state.

"I mean," he choked, "you rescued me from the ocean and brought me onboard your ship. I would have died if no one had come along."

"Oh." She stopped for a minute and pondered. "But that doesn't count. Anyone would have saved you. But I had to push you beyond your limits and cause you to fall into unconsciousness. And you're injured; I don't know how I could have been so cruel. Please forgive me."

"Are you actually serious, or are you just mocking me?" He stared at her in absolute bewilderment.

"Well of course I'm serious," she said, annoyed. "All of these things are true, are they not? I should be beating myself up, which is exactly what I'm doing." She paused. "Or at least attempting to do."

"Stop it!" he yelled between coughs. "Stop blaming yourself. You have done nothing wrong, and I'm tired of hearing you ramble on. It's giving me a headache."

"Oh, I'm sorry." She sighed. "You are right. I just feel that I must do something."

He shook his head. "No, please. Do not."

She smiled weakly. "Very well. But it is still my job to watch over you."

"Says who?"

"Says my father the governor," she said, her smile widening.

"Oh."

She laughed. "Yes, and we both must obey him, whether we want to or not. And you must also obey me, whether you want to or not."

He shrugged. "I shall do what you ask of me."

"You're going to give up that easily?" she asked. "Oh come now, that is no fun at all. You must fight back so that I may beat you down mercilessly." She stared at him expectantly.

He sighed. "I have not the strength, Miss Swann."

"Oh come, everyone has the strength to retort back. And please stop calling me that."

"Calling you what?" he asked, surprised.

"Miss Swann," she said. "It's far too proper a name for someone like me."

"But," he began.

"But nothing," she said firmly. "I hate being called that. It has no life. Please, just call me Elizabeth. It is much more likable."

He sighed. "Very well, but I do not wish to get into any trouble with your father. If he's as powerful as you say, then"

"Oh don't worry about him," she said, grinning. "He will not trouble any friend of mine. You see, he cares far too much for me." She laughed. "I'm exceedingly spoiled."

He smirked. "Yes, well still…"

"Oh stop worrying Will!" she exclaimed. He looked at her incredulously, and opened his mouth to say something, but she cut him off. "May I have permission to call you that?" she asked lightly.

He paused for a minute, and then nodded. "Yes, of course."
She smiled. "Formal names are for strangers and enemies, of which we are neither, right?"

He nodded. "Are we friends then?"

"I surely hope so," she said. "You are to me, but I cannot say the same for you. That is your decision."

He grinned. "You are to me as well."

"We should be best friends," she said proudly. "For we found each other a thousand miles from home. And I think that is worth something, do you not agree?"

He nodded. "Indeed."

Suddenly her eyes grew wide. She stared at him eagerly, causing him to raise his eyebrows. "What?" he asked.

"Your cough!" she exclaimed. "I just noticed, it has gone away!"

He stopped for a moment, and then his expression grew into hers. "So it has!"

"Oh, this is wonderful! I was sure the doctor said you had pneumonia, and that surely would not have healed so quickly."

"I still do not feel very well at all, but at least now I can speak in a somewhat respectable manner." He smiled slightly.

"Oh you were fine before," she said. "No one judges when you are ill." Her face darkened a bit. "But you said you are not feeling well still?"

He shook his head. "Not at all."

She sighed. "Well, at least you are a bit better."

He nodded. "A bit."

She smiled. "Well let us hope that it does not take you too long to recover though, because I know how miserable it is to be ill." She groaned. "It is by far the worst feeling one can have in my opinion." She cast him an expectant glance.

It took him a moment, but then he realized she was waiting for his approval. "Oh yes, it is not a pleasant feeling at all."

She smiled, satisfied. "Most unpleasant indeed."

There was silence for a minute as both struggled to find something to say. Finally, Elizabeth asked, "Are you hungry, Will?"

He nodded. "I have not eaten in days."

She gasped. "Why ever not?"

"Because food costs money, that's why," he said glumly. "And I have none."

"That's terrible!" she said, appalled. "Anyone should be able to have food. Being neglected it is most unacceptable. When my father is in charge of Port Royal, I'll see to it that he makes sure no one will ever go hungry!"

He shook his head. "It is a hard task to keep a town under command, Elizabeth. I would not put too much on his shoulders so soon." He smiled. "But it is still very kind of you to worry so much about your people."

"My people?" she asked. "They are not my people. If anything, they are my fathers. But I do not judge people by their social status. No one is above or below me in my opinion." She shook her head firmly. "And quite honestly, I much prefer the company of the citizens. The rich are so proud, it is most vexing. I cannot stand them for more than an hour."

Will laughed. "Really?"

"Yes," she said. "I often complain of a headache just so I can leave the room."

He started to say something, but his terrible coughing once again consumed him.

"Oh no, not again!" Elizabeth groaned as she dug her fingers into her scalp. "It has come back! And I have been making you talk much too much!"

"You have not made me," he choked.

"Yes I have," she growled angrily. "It is all my fault, and this time I shall not let you tell me otherwise."

"Elizabeth," he started.

"No Will. Do not speak. It cannot be good for you."

He opened his mouth to retort, but her eyes instantly silenced him. She continued to watch him for a few more minutes, fuming at her own stupidity every time he coughed. She eventually just sighed and sat down on a nearby barrel. The damage had been done, and there was nothing she could do about it but wait. She did not like to wait though, and she quickly grew bored from watching him.

"Will, I am going to go and have the cook prepare us something," she said, rising to her feet. "Is there anything in particular that you'd like?"

He shook his head. "Whatever you fancy," he coughed.

She frowned as he started gasping. "Do you want me to go get the doctor?"

He shook his head again. "No; I am fine. Really."

She frowned again. "You are not, but I will not fight you. I shall return shortly." She walked over to the stairs and disappeared into the light. Will watched the hem of her dress vanish as she ascended. He looked around the room and shuddered, for she had left him alone in the dark.


(A/N:) I've been so bored lately, so I just keep deciding to post chapters...this time I'll actually wait though...maybe like three days or something. Lol. I'm such a terribly slow and detailed writer, it's going to take a while before this mess goes anywhere! I'll try and speed it up a bit in the next few chapters though. Hope you're liking it. It's just something to pass the time for me... ;)