He turned and came face to face with Elizabeth Swann.
"Elizabeth, what're you doing here?" he asked as pleasantly as he could.
"Will..." she said trailing off.
"Is there something I can do for you?" he asked.
She sighed. "No, I just wanted to, to make sure that everything is fine."
"Of course everything is fine. What would cause you to think differently?" Did she know? Was she the person who was behind it all?
"Well, I've heard from Margaret that you've been acting a bit differently recently and she just wanted me to check up on you," she said honestly.
"I'm fine, Miss. Swann. You may tell Margaret that there is nothing wrong and that she should keep this sort of nonsense to herself."
"Nonsense. You think that, oh, Will Turner. Oh." She couldn't even get the words out.
"Good day Miss. Swann but I am very busy and wish to not be disturbed."
Elizabeth huffed and stamped her foot. She stared at his back for a good long minute before beginning to walk away. She wanted to tell him one last thing but she couldn't get the words out. So she slammed the door shut and fumed all the way to Margaret's house to tell her what had happened.
For a week Will didn't get any other strange messages and his sleeping pattern returned to normal. Will really felt badly about what had happened with Elizabeth. Since that day he hadn't heard from either her or Margaret so he felt it was his obligation to apologize. Being the gentleman that he was, he invited them over for afternoon tea on Sunday. He was just putting the kettle on when there was a knock on the door. Making sure that everything was presentable, he answered the front door. "Good afternoon ladies," he said bowing to them.
Elizabeth and Margaret giggled and curtseyed in return. He moved aside and they stepped in. They both linked arms with him and they all went around to his kitchen.
"Sorry we can't have this in a nicer space Miss. Swann."
"Will, we've had this talk numerous times in the past. Please call me Elizabeth."
"I call her Elizabeth," Margaret said.
Will wanted nothing more than to call Elizabeth his own but he knew he could never have her. She was just too far ahead of him. She was the Governor's daughter and he was nothing but the lowly, orphaned blacksmith.
When the water began to steam, Will carefully removed it before pouring each of them a cup. He ended up sitting across from Elizabeth and she smiled at him as she took a tentative sip so as to not burn her lips.
"So, how are things in the shop Margaret? Busy?"
Margaret heaved a sigh and shook her head. "Like you can't believe. It seems like every woman in the village is in need of a dress. We've all been working till the late hours of the night."
"Oh, what a shame," Will said.
"It is. We've never been this busy in the past. Then there's that one order we received."
"What do you mean?" Elizabeth asked.
"Well, we got an order on paper the other day for a very elaborate red dress. Something that's very expensive and we don't even know who exactly is receiving it."
"What?"
"Well, one morning last week there was a letter left at the entrance of our door. We weren't sure whether or not it was a prank but then the next day there was a money bag and the same note again. It's all very strange," the girl said drinking some of her tea.
"Very strange indeed," Will said.
He and Elizabeth shared a glance. "What about you Will? How are things in the shop?"
"Oh, very common really. Nothing interesting at all," he said taking his final sip.
He put the cup in front of him before offering them more. They politely refused so he took them cups over to the sink.
"Oh Will, wherever did you get that watch," Elizabeth said.
Will looked down and had forgotten that he had been wearing it.
"I thought you didn't have enough money for one," Margaret said leaning over to touch it.
He pushed her hand away and went back to the sink. "It turned out that I did have enough money. Found some under my mattress."
"Oh, well that's not a very good place to store money Will. That's the first place robbers look," Elizabeth said.
"I'll keep that in mind thank you."
When his back was turned, Margaret and Elizabeth stole a glance at each other.
"Maybe we should be on our way," Margaret said.
"Are you sure? You haven't been here for very long."
"Yeah. We'll see you another time Will," Elizabeth said. She gave him a small peck on the cheek and Margaret followed suit.
Will went to the door with then and opened it. There, on his door, was another note. He hoped that the girls hadn't seen.
"What's that?"
Too late. Will ripped the paper down but it was quickly snatched from his hand. Elizabeth now had it and Margaret was reading it over her should.
I want to make you mine.
I love you Will Turner.
"Will, what is this?" Elizabeth asked.
"It's nothing," he said taking it from her hand.
It was snatched again and Margaret now held it. "This most certainly does not look like nothing. Explain," she said crossing her arms.
"Hey, look over there," Will said pointing and hoping to distract her.
It didn't work.
"Explain."
Will sighed and told them everything.
"Will," Elizabeth said putting a hand on his shoulder, "thank you for telling us."
"We'll keep a sharp eye on whoever might be sending those," Margaret said.
"Maybe you should tell someone, like an officer," Elizabeth suggested.
"Thank you but I think I can handle this on my own."
"Are you sure Will?" Margaret said.
"Yes. Don't worry about me."
"Alright," both girls said.
They took one last look at Will, Elizabeth smiling slightly, before walking out. Will shut the door behind him and sighed. He leaned against it and sat on the floor clutching the bridge of his nose. At least they'd found out. Now he wasn't alone anymore.