Disclaimer: I own nothing of the POTC franchise and am doing this for my own amusement.

This is going to be the last update for a little while. School is slowly killing me on the inside and I need to concentrate on that a bit more than this sadly. Thank you for reviewing the last chapter though. I hope you enjoy this one as well. Remember, Will is still a he and Elizabeth is still a she. Even though they're in the other's bodies.

A day went by and still the two of them were in the other's body.

The two would wait until nightfall before Will would escape from the Governor's mansion through the bedroom window and then arrive at the blacksmith shop to help out. He was also attempting to teach Elizabeth the ins and outs of the craft.

Their nights would be spent trying to get the objects in question to look just right. One thing that surprised Will however was that Elizabeth's sketches were absolutely perfect.

"Why didn't you ever tell me?" Will asked, one night while skimming through them.

Elizabeth shrugged and scratched the back of her head. "Never really had a chance to bring it up."

"Well I think they're brilliant," Will said tossing them aside.

He stood up and walked over to where Elizabeth was working on forming a horseshoe of some kind. After a third try, she dropped the tools and walked away from it frustrated. "Will, it's not coming out right and I can't do this. I quit."

"You can't quit," Will said sighing. The sigh was almost musical if a little unladylike. "I need the business and I can't help it if I don't have the upper body strength at the moment otherwise I'd do it myself."

"But I don't have your years of experience..."

"And I'm sorry that can't be helped but you have to do it."

The two of them had a mini stare-off which Will ended up winning.

"Fine but this is going to come out horribly," Elizabeth said walking back to the anvil. She heated the tools and the metal once more and began to work on the shoe again. Hard labor was most definitely not something she'd ever seen herself doing but here she stood, in her fiancé's body, trying to make a horseshoe. And it was still coming out badly.

She almost wanted to cry when she felt someone else lay their hands on top of his.

"Steady now. Come on," Will whispered in her ear.

Together the two of them managed to come out with the proper shape that time.

"I did it," Elizabeth said, whipping around to give Will a big hug. She lifted Will off the ground and the two of them spun in a full circle before she let him go. Will tried to catch his bearings before collapsing into the nearby chair, but smiling widely.

"Now you've just got to do three more," he said with a slight giggle.

That stopped Elizabeth's happy moment dead. "That's right, there are still more left," she muttered before collapsing onto the ground.

Will got up feeling bad for ruining her happiness before crawling over and taking her now calloused hand and placing it against his (currently smooth) face. He then gave her a kiss on the palm and closed the hand. "I'm sorry to have to tell you this Elizabeth but I really have to be going."

"Which appointment is tomorrow?" Elizabeth asked.

Will blushed a little and turned away.

"Which one?" Elizabeth asked again.

"...Wedding dress."

Elizabeth had almost forgotten. At this point, she still hadn't chosen one. Now it seemed that it wasn't even her choosing it. "Maybe I can close the shop early and..."

"No. Besides, it's bad luck for the groom to see the bride before the wedding, if superstition is correct."

Elizabeth scoffed. "But you are the groom so you shouldn't be within fifty feet of the dress yet."

"Can't change the cards fate dealt us Darling. I might or might not be visiting tomorrow though depending on how long it's going to take. And besides, you've, or rather I've, got an appointment coming up soon as well. You're, or I'm, going to need an ensemble myself for the occasion."

"What?" Elizabeth asked, now thoroughly confused.

Will tried to remember everything he'd just said and couldn't for the life of him figure it out either. "Forget it."

"Oh, Will Turner, you'll be the death of me," Elizabeth muttered before giving him a kiss on the cheek and sending him on his way. Though it was a bit odd to kiss one's own lips in a way, they still remembered that even though they were different at the moment, they were still in love and that was enough.

While they had been in the shop, neither Elizabeth nor Will realized how dark and foggy it had become. Giving Elizabeth another kiss, Will slowly went back home. He was having a hard time finding his way back however even though he knew the road. Suddenly, the most frightening sound in the world echoed in Will's ears. Footsteps. Someone was following behind him. Will looked back but the fog was just too thick. Will continued walking again and again someone was right on top of him. "Hel-"

Will had started to say when someone placed one hand over his mouth and the other held a knife pressed to Will's neck.

"Come with me Missy and don't make a fuss," a voice breathlessly whispered into Will's ear.

Mumbling into the hand, Will struggled to come free but it was no use.

"Now, now, no need to fuss Lass. All's I want is a little retribution from your daddy and you're the perfect way of achieving that, Miss Swann."

The hand was removed from Will's mouth but the knife remained. Will still couldn't exactly see the face but could make out a set of brown, steely eyes. Will gave the man the most angered glare he could manage at the moment. The mysterious man grabbed Will by the arm and led him to wherever he wished. Will only hoped that he wasn't harmed in the process.

Elizabeth had been having a fairly relaxing sleep when she was interrupted by loud knocking coming from downstairs. Looking out the window, she guessed that it was around daybreak. Quickly jumping up, placing her hair in a ponytail and grabbing a shirt, she ran down to see who it was. Opening it revealed Commodore Norrington as well as her own father; both of which seemed to look quite frantic.

"Where is she?" her Father asked, searching over Elizabeth's shoulder.

"Who?" Elizabeth asked, feeling a bit more nervous with every passing second.

"Elizabeth; she apparently wasn't in her bedroom nor any other room of the mansion. No one's seen her and Governor Swann thought, we thought, she might be here," Commodore Norrington said somberly.

"Has she, was she taken?" Elizabeth asked, looking from one man to the next. It was odd being at eye level with both of them now.

"Yes, we believe so, now have you seen her?" Elizabeth's father asked again.

It took Elizabeth a full second to remember that her own father wasn't talking about her and that caused a tear to come to her eye. He really does care, she thought to herself before responding with the shake of a head. "I'm sorry but I haven't seen her. Er, sir."

The Governor grabbed the handkerchief he always had in his back pocket and wiped his brow.

"If I may sir, might I be able to offer my assistance in the search?" Elizabeth asked.

Weatherby Swann looked him right in the eyes and nodded a few seconds later. "Yes, thank you William. Let's be on our way then."

Norrington gave Elizabeth (whom he thought to be Will) a sidelong glance as Elizabeth shut and locked the door. The three of them walked up to the mansion to begin plotting, together, the proper way to find Elizabeth, er Will.

I'm sorry about the cliffhanger but school is being mean. I hope you enjoyed the chapter. Thank you for reading.