London Calling
Author: williz
Summary: Modern Will/Elizabeth and definitely AU. Will and Elizabeth are lovers in London and this is the story of their lives. Plots will filter in and out of the story. It's mostly for destroying my writer's block.
Note: This story is dedicated to Mz-Turner. She is my soul sister and whenever I have writer's block, she gets the juices running. Thanks soul sister!!!!
Disclaimer: William Turner and Elizabeth Swann do not belong to me. Although, if you are Disney and want to reach me to negotiate...email me. I'm up for whatever you have to offer. Keira Knightley...if you want to give me a call, maybe we can shop, grab a coffee, cuss out Lindsay Lohan, what have you.
William Turner shivered involuntarily as he sat down in his seat and buckled the seatbelt. He was worried about the whole thing, but played it cool as the older man sat beside him. They smiled at each other and sat back, the younger of the two taking a deep breath and shutting his eyes.
He thought of his past, his present, and his future as he sat with his eyes shut. Will's past was happy for the most part, until the death of his father when he was eighteen. Before that, he remembered Christmas fondly. He and his father would wake especially early one week before Christmas, and they would go out deep into the English woods near Hertfordshire. There, they would find beautiful trees that weren't too big to fit in their comfortable apartment, of which Will lived in alone now.
They would decorate the tree and put the angel on top, the one Will always thought looked like his mother, with its dark hair and delicate facial features and small hands. The one thing Will remembered most about his mother were her hands. They had always seemed tiny to him, even as a small child.
His mind then flitted to a different time in his past as he reached up into his coat pocket and felt his wallet there. When he pulled it out, he opened it and was surprised as a small picture fluttered to his feet. Will reached down and picked it up, turning it over to reveal he and Elizabeth Swann in a candid moment. His best friend Jack had taken the picture secretly on Will and Elizabeth's first date.
His hand was lightly touching her cheek and she had a shy blush reddening her delicate features. Will chuckled lightly, seeing his concentrated look in the picture. He had no idea that as he was wiping that drop of spilled wine from her cheek, his friend took that picture. And Will had no idea how close he was to the beautiful woman in front of him, so involved in getting that drop from her cheek.
He smiled and put the silly photograph back in his wallet, shutting his eyes and remembering the rest of that date. It was an amazing date. Terribly romantic…and so incredibly eventful as well.
But everything was worth it, for now, they were in love in the most ardent way possible, and nobody could have foreseen it all the way back then. Nobody.
But then there was that cookie…
TWO YEARS BEFORE
The water in the shower was positively black as it went down the drain. This was the same water that had come from his skin. He stood beneath the jet of water and let it hit his face as he closed his eyes, allowing the warmth to gush down to the rest of his body.
He had been forced to wake up at four o'clock this very morning to work on a last minute project that the customer was late picking up anyways. It was a sword the man had laid out for him. He had started it last week, but due to procrastination, something of which William Turner was proud to say he rarely fell prey to, he had not finished it until this morning.
The man was set to come to the shop and pick it up this morning at nine, but managed to delay until eleven, giving poor Will Turner only one hour to shower and get the soot and grime from his skin and face. He also had to put on something a bit nicer than his every day work clothes: a long sleeve, white shirt that was rolled up to just above his elbows and an old pair of Levis that were terribly frayed at the bottom.
As Will stepped out of the shower, he dried himself off and draped a towel over his head, rubbing the water furiously from his long, dark brown locks.
After he dressed in the dark brown, long sleeves button up and black dress pants, he combed his hair neatly back into a short ponytail at the nape of his neck, then proceeded to pull on his black socks and dress shoes. He wanted to look good when she came in. He wanted to impress her. After all, he was taking her out on a date after they discussed her sister's gift.
Will stood in the mirror of his bathroom and squinted like Clint Eastwood into it, turning his head to the side and raising an eyebrow dangerously. "Turner…William Turner," he murmured in his best Sean Connery accent. He sighed, then surveyed himself full on again.
He pursed his lips in thought, then unbuttoned two of the top buttons, revealing a bit of his chiseled chest. He grinned cheekily, imagining himself quite sexy, but then rolled his eyes, buttoning just one of them.
He took a deep breath, then looked at the clock on his bed stand in his room. He had thirty minutes to get back to his blacksmith shop and greet Elizabeth Swann.
Flicking a bit of cologne on himself, he rubbed his face tiredly, then surveyed his facial hair. Was it too much? He didn't know. It had been ages since he had gone on a date with anyone. Oh well, she accepted his date yesterday and he had the same facial hair and dirtier clothes on to boot. She would be fine with the same facial hair today, he figured.
He grabbed his things and shrugged on his leather jacket, then hurried to his apartment door and left, rushing out to the street and walking briskly to his shop.
When he unlocked the door to the shop, it was only ten minutes before noon. He flicked on the lights, righted a few things on the walls of the shop, then headed into the back room. Eight minutes later, he heard a light knock out in the front.
He realized it must have been Elizabeth, and figured she had come to the cashier desk and, unsure about whether or not he was there, knocked on it.
What he hadn't counted on was that she was outside of the shop, afraid to come in because he had forgotten to turn the OPEN/CLOSED sign to OPEN. He mentally berated himself, eyes wide, then hurried to the door and pulled it open for her, flipping the sign around. "Sorry! You could have come in. I, uh, forgot about the sign."
She smiled lightly, taking in his appearance amusedly. She knew why he looked so different today and it sent her mind whirling. "Has it been like that since you were open? You might lose a lot of business like that," she said with a small laugh.
"Oh no! I was up real early this morning to finish an order I had procrastinated on for a week. So I decided to freshen up at home before coming back to plan your sister's gift with you." He then realized it was stupid of him to say this. She wasn't just going on a date with him, but she was his customer as well. And he had just told a customer that he had procrastinated on a project. "I don't usually do that type of thing," he righted as he led her behind the counter and to the door leading to the back.
"Oh, no! I know exactly what you mean. I'm one of the worst procrastinators in the world, trust me!" She thanked him when he opened the door for her and allowed her in first. She nearly lost her balance at the sight of everything in the shop. It was like an old forge with the fire pit in the wall and a gigantic anvil in front of it. The hammer was off to the side, as well as many unfinished or destroyed projects lying about the room.
Will led her to a drafting table in the corner with two chairs set up in front of it and flicked the light above it on. "Here, have a seat," he said, pulling one of the chairs out for her. He took her coat from her shoulders and then her purse, admiring the tweed pants and matching jacket she wore over a lacy white blouse. She also had matching tweed heels on her feet, completing the outfit nicely.
Will decided his admiration for this woman he had met the day before increased, now that he knew she had her own sense of style that was old-fashioned, yet very stylish at the same time.
He hung the coat on his coat rack and set the purse on the desk beside it, before walking back and sitting beside her on the other chair. "Alright, Miss Swann, what sort of plans have you made."
She bit her lip. "Actually, I'm sorry. My plans are…in my purse."
"Oh! Oh, here. Hehe, sorry. I'll get it." He jumped up and flew passed her, allowing her to smell the wonderful cologne he had lightly put on after his shower, making her smile warmly as he came back with her purse.
She searched through it and pulled out a folded up paper.
On it were the plans for her sister's gift. They used this to sketch a ring Will would eventually make for Elizabeth's sister.
Finally, after about an hour, Will had a beautiful sketch of a ring with intricate directions and plans surrounding it, telling him exactly where each engraving, stone, et cetera would go on the band.
Will set down his sketching pencil after writing "Swann" and the date in the top right corner of the sketch, then turned to Elizabeth. "I…hope you didn't forget our lunch date after the planning today, because I am absolutely starved." He grinned.
Her face lighted up before she had a chance to curb her enthusiasm. "How could I possibly forget? I wrote it down and everything. I'm terribly hungry."
He stood up and outstretched a hand to help her stand as well, before going to the coat rack and grabbing her coat. He helped her into it and then shrugged on his leather jacket, as Elizabeth continued to the front, before turning off the lights in the room and following her. When he got into the front, he saw that she waited by the door.
"So Mr. Turner, when do you think you might be finished with the ring?" She asked him. He looked up from the cashier, where he was closing up for the day, for he would be damned if he came back to work today. He was taking the rest of the day off.
"Well, I should think it will take me about a week to do. I have to order the emeralds, though, so maybe two weeks at the most." He came back out from behind the counter and walked to the door, flipping the OPEN/CLOSED sign to CLOSED with a wink to Elizabeth, which earned a small giggle. "Is two weeks alright? When is her birthday?"
"Oh, not for a month. I figured it would take much longer than two weeks. That's amazing that you can make it in that time. It's incredibly intricate," she said as she walked out into the biting cold of London's autumn.
He shrugged. "I've had worse." He shut the door and locked it, before nodding his head to the right and leading her to his favorite place to have lunch. He knew the owners well and he also wanted them to see this new interest. He wanted his best friend and his wife to see Elizabeth.
They spoke the entire walk, two blocks, to the little shop on the corner called The Black Pearl. The décor was amazing inside of the little shop, bringing Elizabeth into a whole different world.
The inside was wood and she felt as if she was in the hull of a ship. The walls moved up in a sloped sort of manner, with eighteenth century lanterns hanging on them. The tables looked like tavern tables, wooden and round, and the chairs were made of wood as well. But it was incredibly clean looking.
A dark haired man with an odd sort of mustache and beaded beard turned from behind the counter and slammed three mugs of beer down on the bar. "Ey, mate! Send those over to that big bloke in the corner an' tell 'im compliments o' the house, aye?"
"Aye, Captain."
"William damn Turner! Mate, where yeh been all me life!" He walked right up to Will and hugged him tightly, slamming the taller man on the back with his palm. "I've got somethin' for yeh!"
Now that the man was out from behind the bar, she saw that he was wearing what she expected was eighteenth century pirate garb. She put a hand over her mouth to smother the laugh that threatened to erupt.
That was when the other man noticed her off to the side. "Oh, sorry, miss! Yeh 'ere fer someone, or do yeh wan' a table? Yeh might 'ave ter wait fer abou' ten minutes." He blinked when she opened her mouth to speak, but nothing came out.
"Oh, sorry Jack! She is with me." Before he could continue on, his older friend laughed and hit him on his back again. "No, Jack. Seriously. We'd like a table, please."
Jack stopped laughing and scrutinized Elizabeth. "William Turner, sometimes yeh amaze me. Sorry, lass. I'll get yeh an' yer man a table." He smirked with a wink at Will then walked back into the mumble of sound coming from the other tables in the room.
"Ana, Will 'as 'imself a girl! Come out 'ere an' say hi!" He yelled to the back, earning a blush from Will as he threw a sheepish look at Elizabeth. He could have had no way of knowing his best friend would tease him so mercilessly.
A young man was cleaning off a quiet table in the back soon after Jack spoke to him. Then a dark skinned young woman walked out from the back, a bandana wrapped around her smooth, dark hair, trousers and a loose fitting, eighteenth century type man blouse covering her body.
"Will, why haven't you been around lately?" She asked, coming up and hugging him. Elizabeth stood by awkwardly, looking about the restaurant and studying the wonderfully different architecture. Ana turned to Elizabeth and smiled genuinely. "And who are you?"
Will started. "Oh! Ana, sorry! This is Elizabeth Swann. She's one of my clients." The two women shook hands.
"Welcome to the Black Pearl, Miss Swann. We're pleased you came." Elizabeth smiled.
"I'm glad I have come as well."
"Elizabeth, this is Anamaria Sparrow. And that crazy fool that just left us is her husband Jack." Elizabeth grinned.
"Nice to meet you, Mrs. Sparrow."
"Call me Anamaria…or Ana…whichever one. I find those who are too lazy to say the five syllables in my name call me Ana…like my husband, for instance…"
"M'not lazy!" Came the response as Jack came up behind her and strung an arm over his wife's shoulders. "M'just not partial to callin' yeh Anamaria when I want ter say yer name quickly."
Will just shook his head and turned back to Elizabeth. "Would you like to sit now?" Elizabeth nodded and he took her hand, causing her flesh to prickle all the way up her arm. He pulled out the chair for her and let her sit, then sat directly across from her. "How do you like it so far? I'm sorry it's…rather rowdy in here."
She shook her head with a laugh. "No, no! I love it! It's so wonderfully historic! I am guessing it is a pirate restaurant of sorts.
"Yes, yes it is. And Jack owns it. They bought this building when I was still in school and Anamaria made all of the refurbishments while Jack did the business. Eventually, it became the Black Pearl and it is a booming business for them."
They spoke for awhile, ordered their food, then spoke some more. When the food came, Will waved the waitress back. "Sorry to bother you, Priscilla, but I was wondering if you could bring us some of your best champagne."
Priscilla grinned at Will and winked. "Of course, Mr. Turner! Whatever you ask of me!" She hurried away to the back and brushed passed Jack and Ana, who were both watching Will and Elizabeth at their table.
Will ran a hand through his hair shyly and cleared his throat. "I wish they would stop watching us like that." Elizabeth peaked passed him to see both Jack and Ana quickly turn away and bump into each other. She muffled a giggle with her napkin.
"I think it's nice of them to be concerned for you."
"They aren't concerned for me. Just curious." He laughed. "Jack probably wonders how I managed to get a girl like you to accept lunch."
She grinned. "A girl like me?"
"Yeah. You are…well, uh…I'll just cut to the chase, Miss Swann. You're beautiful." He looked straight into her eyes as he said it, causing Elizabeth to smile softly and blush a bit.
"Thank you, Will. But I wish you would quit calling me Miss Swann. It's Elizabeth."
"I'm sorry, yes. Elizabeth."
Priscilla came back with two glasses of champagne and set them before the couple. "It's our best, Mr. Turner. And the captain says it's on the house."
Will chuckled and shook his head. "Tell the captain that he still owes me for that sword he lifted from my shop last week and that this doesn't make up for it."
"I certainly will." She walked away again.
The two talked about their lives and hobbies, as well as other things, such as their likes and dislikes. They spoke of everyday things, then would branch off into the things that were regularly asked on first dates. Their conversations lacked any trace of awkwardness, and flowed consistently. All in all, both Will and Elizabeth felt they were headed for a second date.
Neither one imagined what would happen next.
"Move outa da way, Benny! M'fine! She's no reason ta…" A large, drunk, burly man lost his balance and stumbled right into Will. The young man surged forward at the man's weight and hit the table, sending Elizabeth's champagne into the air, the cool, bubbly liquid splashing over her tweed jacket and a bit hitting her in the face.
She just stared with a wide open mouth down at the table and the entire restaurant paused for a split second, before Jack acted quickly.
"Look, mate! I'm gunna need yeh ter get out o' meh restaurant, if yer gunna be rough housin', savvy?" He helped the drunk man out of the place as Ana gave Will a bunch of napkins to help Elizabeth with.
"This is my newest jacket and it cost a fortune!" Elizabeth said under her breath, not meaning to make Will feel bad, of course, but doing the job well. He hurried to her with the napkins and wiped up the table, deciding to give her the napkins to wipe herself down with.
"I'm so sorry, Elizabeth! I'm terribly sorry! Please let me compensate the amount it will cost to clean it or buy a new one…I'm so sorry!" She stopped cleaning herself up when she saw his face. He actually thought her to be angry with him, when in fact she wasn't angry at all. She smiled up at him.
"Will, it's fine, really. Please don't even think it was your fault. This is nothing." She grinned up at him to reassure him. She righted her glass and poured more champagne into it. "See? No harm done. And anyways, at least it wasn't red wine."
They both laughed, Will sitting back down on his side of the table, more relaxed. "I'm still sorry about all this. I shouldn't have brought you here."
"Oh, nonsense. I love it here. It's brimming with excitement! And the food is excellent! And trust me, I've had enough of the champagne to know it tastes delicious." She laughed, gesturing to her front.
Will smiled at her, realizing that she was even more wonderful than she had appeared, which was pretty damn wonderful. He wondered what else could possibly happen to make the date go wrong.
Just then, he spotted a bit of a smear of the champagne on Elizabeth's cheek bone. He leant forward and reached up, taking the young woman by pleasant surprise when he stroked the smear from her cheek lightly.
"Say cheese, loves!"
CLICK!
Both Will and Elizabeth turned to see Jack grinning as he lowered the camera. "Jack, what the hell?!" Will said, laughing.
"It was a cute picture, wot kin I say?" He hurried away before Will could trash the camera and Will turned back, now shy after what happened.
"Thanks," Elizabeth muttered lightly.
"Your welcome." There was a small pause in which they looked at each other with smiles. "Hey, what do you say to getting out of this place?"
"I say hell yes."
He grinned and pulled out his wallet, leaving the money on the table. He helped her up and helped her with her coat again, before leading her out of the bar.
"Wot?! No goodbye?"
Will turned and waved at Jack, still ushering Elizabeth out. Elizabeth turned. "Goodbye Mr. Sparrow! See you again, I hope!"
Jack grinned as they disappeared out of the doors of the Pearl. "Aye, yeh definitely will."
TWO YEARS LATER
Elizabeth picked up the phone in the kitchen of the home she once lived in. Christmas. And her father had gone out for some reason he would not divulge while she stayed home. James and Laura went back to their homes because they were going to spend some time with the Norringtons later that day.
So there Elizabeth was, alone in her big house, wondering why William Turner wasn't answering his phone on Christmas day.
"Pick up, Will," she muttered into the receiver.
When he didn't, she growled and waited for the answering machine.
Hello, you have reached William Turner. I can't come to the phone right now or I am away from home. Leave a message and Happy Holidays.
Elizabeth smiled. His cheerful voice with its deep chords made her heart brim again. It had been a few days since she had called and talked with him. To hear his voice again when she couldn't see him was wonderful. The beep sounded.
"Will, you nincompoop, why aren't you answering? And if you aren't home, why aren't you home?" She asked, teasingly. "Anyways, I'm calling because you…you are amazing. And I love you so much. I opened my gift a few minutes ago and I completely cried, you wonderful man. I just…I guess I want to say Merry Christmas, and wherever you are…I hope you are having fun. I miss you and I love you! Call me back, will you? Bye!"
Elizabeth hung up the phone and lay back down on her pillows. Her father had been gone for over an hour now and she was tired and bored. On Christmas, no less. If only William had come with her to Port Royal, he would be here with her and instead of lying bored on her bed, she would be cuddling with him, or maybe going down to the beach with him. Will had never been to the beach, he told her. And he had never swum in the ocean. This was so foreign and strange to Elizabeth, for she had grown up being able to go out and swim almost every day. Her father used to call her a mermaid when she was younger because of all the time she spent out in the ocean.
Her hair was lighter back in those days because of all of the sun she played in. But two years in London made her hair the rich brown it was now, like milk chocolate was strewn into the long waves of silky hair that fluttered to her upper back.
She heard the front door open downstairs and sat up. Running a hand through her hair, she stood from the bed and walked out of her room, heading down the stairs. She saw her father step inside of the front entry way with a wide grin on his face. "Elizabeth, dearest! I believe I have a very special surprise for you!"
She stopped at the landing in the middle of the stairs and tilted her head. "Surprise? What surprise?" She giggled, excited at her father's declaration. She saw a shadow move behind her father outside before he opened the door wide to reveal a handsome young man with a large suitcase in his hand.
"Will!" Her heart soared out of her chest as she ran down the stairs four at a time. Luckily, Will set the suitcase down in the entry way before she had catapulted herself into his arms, for if not, he would have dropped it on his toes.
She hugged him tightly, tears springing to her eyes.
"Merry Christmas, love," he breathed into her ear, shutting his eyes tightly as he held her clutched to him, her toes barely touching the tile beneath them.
Weatherby Swann smiled and inched out of the entry way, as silently as possible, before going out the back door and down to his beach chair. He decided leaving them alone was best for now. He would ask his daughter's young man the questions of death later.
Elizabeth pulled back to look at Will's face. "Darling, where is all of your hair? And…you shaved!" She felt his smooth face reverently, a line of tears streaking her cheeks.
"Well, I only cut it a bit. I figured your father wouldn't want to see his daughter's boyfriend as a long-haired, scruffy young man. So I cut it a bit and shaved." He reached up to wipe her tears from beneath her eyes and smiled, setting her down on her feet. "Do I look that bad?" He asked with a chuckle, as he had received no reply.
"No, Will. I've never seen you like this and it's…different but oh so sexy!" He laughed as she kissed him on the lips passionately. He certainly did look different. His hair was no longer just below his shoulders, but had now resembled an old Greek sort of look, his curls going every which way on his head. And he was completely shaven. It felt odd to be kissing his lips without the feel of fuzz at her top lip. It wasn't altogether unpleasant, either.
He pulled back and looked into her eyes softly, before looking down and seeing the necklace hanging from her neck. "I see you opened my gift, Lizzie. I was hoping I would get here before you opened it, but oh well."
Elizabeth's heart thumped wildly in her chest. This man was certainly heaven sent to her, for he was entirely perfect in every single way. Even his few faults and blemishes were perfect. An example was the two inch scar he sported on his torso just above his belly button. It was beautiful, because it was a part of him, a part of his blacksmithing trade, as he had gotten that scar when he lost his grip on a sword when bringing the hammer down upon it, causing it to spin back and slice him open.
She hugged him tightly. "Oh William, it was the best gift I could have ever asked for. The most beautiful thing." She lifted it up to look at it. "And so meaningful. I never thought you would remember the first time we met."
"On the contrary, Elizabeth, I was just thinking of our first date on the flight here. And the picture Jack took."
She laughed. "The champagne? Oh, priceless! All over that tweed jacket I loved so much."
"It was dry cleaned and came out brand new, wasn't it? I felt terrible."
"Oh, Will, my love, it wasn't your fault." She kissed him again, not being able to get enough of his lips on hers. This time, her hands involuntarily moved up to run through his hair. It was soft and seemed less straight now, but maybe that was because he didn't have it as long. Now that he cut it, it seemed curls bounced instead of the regular waves that flowed down his neck.
"I love you," she breathed to him. "So much."
He grinned, kissing her again and wrapping his arms tightly around her middle, pulling her closer and dipping her back. "I love you too, mi amore," Will said softly, his deep timbre of a voice getting the French accent down to a tee.
"Oh, Will, that's French. Don't make me go Gomez Addams on your arse," she said, smirking seductively from her arched position that nearly left her torso parallel to the floor.
He laughed, pulling her back up.
"Anyways, how did you manage to get here and…I'm so confused."
Will smiled widely. "It's a very long story."
"Too bad, you're telling it anyways."
He chuckled and grabbed her hand, pulling her to the sitting room and taking a seat in a comfortable couch, allowing her a seat beside him. "Well, I had every intention of staying home this Christmas, but about two weeks ago, I got a phone call. From your father, no less."
Elizabeth cocked her head. "From my father? Why on earth…?"
Will draped an arm over her shoulder. "That's what I said! But he told me you were moseying about the house and you were quiet, withdrawn, and seemed upset always. He asked you what was wrong, and you just shrugged your shoulders."
She smiled, looking down at her hand that held Will's softly.
"Then your sister explained to him that you missed me," he continued cheekily. "And that you felt you could not think clearly knowing I was alone on Christmas with no one to care for me." He kissed her forehead lovingly. "So he found my number in your cell phone while you were asleep one night and called me when you went out with Laura and James the next day. He said he was booking me a flight down to Port Royal for Christmas because he was tired of having a shell of a daughter home on Christmas."
"And you just…accepted? William Turner, that's not like you. You didn't protest?"
"I did protest. I told him I wouldn't hear of it. If I bought a ticket, it was with my own money and I couldn't afford it at that time, so I was staying home. He insisted, with a bit of a threat, by the way."
Elizabeth laughed. "A threat? What kind of threat?"
"Well, he told me he would break us up," Will said matter-of-factly.
She gasped. "He didn't!"
"No, he didn't. But your face was priceless." He laughed for awhile as she smacked his arm, hardly able to suppress her own giggle. "He didn't have to threaten me…if you were unhappy, I decided it my duty to come down here and make you happy."
Elizabeth smiled up at him and ran a hand through his newly styled hair. "So for two weeks, you and my father kept this a secret? Did Laura or James know?"
"Not at all," he said, grinning madly. "No one but us two."
"So he picked you up at the airport?"
"That was our agreement," Will answered. "I wanted to surprise you, because I relished the look that would be on your face when you saw me. And now I feel entirely special…because you honestly flew down the stairs in two leaps."
She giggled. "You exaggerate. But I was surprised…and so excited. I actually left you a message at your apartment not thirty minutes ago." He chuckled, stroking her face softly.
"Should we get your father?"
"Do you want him to ask you the 'father to daughter's boyfriend' questions now, then?"
"No!"
"Then let's just stay here and enjoy our moment together. Merry Christmas, William Turner."
"Merry Christmas, Elizabeth Turner."
There was a long amount of silence, before both slowly turned their heads and looked each other in the eye in realization. "Did you just call me Elizabeth Turner?"
"I think I might have."
"Why?"
"I…don't know."
Elizabeth beamed up at him and kissed him sound on his lips. Will allowed her to do so, wondering why on earth he would EVER let himself say something like that. Elizabeth Swann. Elizabeth Swann. Elizabeth Swann. She wasn't married to him. Elizabeth Turner was not her name…at least yet. Elizabeth Swann.
When she pulled away from him, she noticed his blush. "Just a slip of the tongue, Darling, I understand. No need to be so bashful now." With another kiss, she spoke again. "You're cute when you're shy."
"Thank you?" He said, raising an eyebrow, unsure of whether he should accept this as a compliment or not.
"What, it's true! Your ears turn slightly pink and you do this thing with your mouth where one side of it goes up…it's adorable."
Will grinned, his mouth doing what she described, as he was feeling slightly shy again.
Elizabeth, enjoying his handsome features, decided to change the subject. "Hey, did you ever open my Christmas gift?"
Will's face softened as he leant his forehead against hers and kissed her tenderly, a hand moving up to cup her cheek.
"I guess that means yes?" Elizabeth asked breathlessly when he pulled away.
"It does. It was the best gift I have ever received."
"You liked it?"
"Yes." He reached into his pocket and pulled out a silver encrusted switch blade with words carved elegantly into the hilt. The words said In God We Trust, In Life We Believe. Will loved the way those words sounded. They were courageous and honorable, with a meaningful message as well.
Elizabeth smiled, taking the switch blade from his hands lovingly. "You want to know something about this knife, Will?" She looked up to see he was listening intently. "My grandfather owned this knife when he was your age. He received it from a men's club he joined in London when he was only twenty-three years old. That was their motto."
"Your grandfather? W—Why are you giving this to me, Elizabeth? It belongs to your grandfather. He should have it." He noticed the way her gaze fell to her lap. "What is it?"
"My grandfather is no longer living, Will. He died when I was ten from liver disease. He was a heavy drinker and always good fun. He used to say it all the time. 'In God we trust, in life we believe.' A day didn't go by in which he didn't tell us his stories of life in London when he was a boy." She let out an amused puff of air, her eyes crinkling happily as she thought of the jolly Englishman with more jaunt and wit than any other she had ever known.
"But why give it to me? Why don't you keep it? Why doesn't your father keep it? Surely he would like to have it."
Elizabeth shook her head, giggling. "Gramps never liked Daddy. They never much got along, as Daddy had married Mum when they were only twenty. As much as Gramps hated to admit it though, he knew he thought my father was honorable and they had grudging respect for each other."
Will chuckled a bit. "That's classic."
"What is?"
"That whole grudging respect bit between father and son-in-law. It's classic cinema and television." His hand began tracing shapes on her upper arm as he laid his head on her shoulder. "And I still don't understand why you have given it to me."
"It means a lot to me, this knife. More to me than any of the other relics and antiques I have, Will." She turned her face to him and raised his eyes to hers by putting her fingers beneath his chin. "I love you. I love you with everything in me and I want you to know that I have a great deal of trust and faith in us, in our relationship. I know it's real and I know it will last, no matter what happens. And I wanted to give you my grandfather's knife so that you would know how much I truly do believe in you."
Will looked deep into her eyes, his chest throbbing with the love he felt for the young woman before him. "It's so important to you, though," he barely whispered.
"You are so important to me. I want you to keep it. In God we trust, in life we believe, Will. I want you to imagine one other thing engraved into the knife and that is 'in love we have faith'."
Will kissed her again, his heart swelling as he wrapped his arms around her shoulders, pulling her tightly to him. He felt her hands weave into his hair as her arms wound about his neck. She really did love the feel of his hair now.
The beautiful woman then dropped one hand to Will's side. Just as Elizabeth's hand began to push up Will's abdomen, stroking up his strong, bare skin to his ribcage, they heard a loud clearing of the throat.
Will Turner pulled away from his love faster than you could say 'busted' as Elizabeth smiled in amusement. Will looked so incredibly frightened, the poor boy, and yet it was so cute looking.
"Well, Mr. Turner…it looks like you will be here for awhile, so I think we should get to know each other, no?" Will tried his best to see if there was any disapproval or anger in the older man's features, but he only saw amusement with a tad of worry or uncertainty.
"Yes, sir, I agree."
He felt Elizabeth's warm hand take his and squeeze it gently, making him smile. "Father, must you get into your scary mode now? William just got here. Let's go do something fun first. Oh I know! We'll give you a tour of Port Royal, how is that?" Elizabeth asked, grinning excitedly.
Weatherby sighed, knowing he wouldn't be able to find anything out about the young man his daughter was dating now, especially what with the stubborn streak Elizabeth inherited from her mother.
"Yes, Mr. Turner. We must show you Port Royal."
(A/N:) Hello, everyone! It is wonderful to see you all again! Thank you so much for the reviews on the last chapter. This story is getting a lot of hype, and for that I am thankful to all of you who share it with others. It really makes my day to hear these types of things from people.
I hope to inspire a few people to continue or start writing, if only just for fun.
Anyways, everyone who reviewed with a request, I believe I included them in here, didn't I? How did you all like my introduction to Jack and Anamaria? Was it good? And how was the whole date thing? Anyways, I hope I did your requests justice.
Anymore requests? Just leave them in your review, for they will be included in chapter 5!!
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Thanks all for reading and reviewing! Have a great holiday!!!! Don't forget to request if you want to see something in chapter 5!!!
-williz
P.S. HOW DID YOU LIKE IT HALI??? Mz-Turner, you...are my muse. Muse away you cheeky monkey! Although I am the monkey, am I not? Then nevermind.