Disclaimer: If I owned Pirates of the Caribbean, I would be rich, this story would be a movie, Keira Knightley and I would be texting each other right now, and Orlando Bloom would be mine. MINE I TELL YOU!!

Author's Note: Oh my goodness, I haven't updated in forever! I'm so, so, so sorry about that. I blame school. Am I the only one hates school despite the fact it's the beginning of the school year, or are y'all feeling the same way right about now? Anywhoo, sorry for this suckish of a chapter; I didn't know how I wanted this chapter ago. It's a little bit shorter than the others, but I needed Elizabeth's POV to kick in at the end of this chapter.

Chapter 10 – Will's POV

I had been afraid of Governor Hamilton. I worked hard to be respected by him and the rest of his social class, but no matter what I did, Governor Hamilton hated me and I was terrified of him. I knew he could always rip away me from Victoria, so I was always the one of my relationship with his daughter to make sure we did nothing but behave properly.

But compared to Weatherby Swann, Governor Hamilton was a mild fear. Mr. Swann terrified me. The way he glared at me made it perfectly clear that if the two of us were to get into a fight, I would most definitely lose. By lose, I mean I would be dead. Heck, being stabbed in the heart looked mild compared to what Mr. Swann might do to me.

I swallowed and awkwardly stood there. What was I going to do? Tell him the entire truth or the mild details of what happened between Elizabeth and me?

"I know you lied to her," Mr. Swann said bluntly. Well, there goes my plan to tell him the vague details of why Elizabeth and I broke up. "I don't know why you lied to her, but I know you do. Quite frankly, I could care less about what you lied to her about. It's none of my business. For all I know, it could be something personal between the two of you, and I'm not about to demand to know what that is."

I blinked and stared at the older man. "Then why are you here?" I asked.

"Because, Mr. Turner, I hate admitting this, but you're the first male figure that my daughter has ever held interest you. You could say that she loves you. Of all the men I tried to get her to date and form a relationship with, Elizabeth didn't want anything to do with them. You, however, show up at a bloody club the same night she does and end up being the one she wants to be with most."

Elizabeth loved me? No, she couldn't have. "Elizabeth doesn't love me," I said bitterly.

"Oh, I believe she does." Mr. Swann studied me. "So do you." I opened my mouth to say something, but he cut me off. "I don't care if you want to deny it or not, lad. But I was a husband once. I know love when I see it." He sighed and eyed me carefully. "I may not approve of what you have done, but I know you're a good man. I do expect to hear of an apology to my daughter, however."

I nodded silently. After a moment of thinking of what he just told me, I finally spoke up again, "Yes, sir." I swallowed and shifted my weight. "I… I'll find a way to apologize to Elizabeth, sir."

"Good." Mr. Swann clapped my shoulder, nodding his head in a formal manner. "Have a good evening, Mr. Turner."

I simply stared after him as he walked away. I stood there for a moment, thinking over our conversation, before I decided I was going to apologize. I numbly walked toward my apartment, not bothering to call for a taxi, making plans for when I was going to see Elizabeth face-to-face again.

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I bought her a dozen pink roses, remembering that I had given her a single pink rose for our first date. I made dinner reservations at an expensive restaurant that I was probably going to regret once I saw the bill. I dressed in the same clothes I wore on our first date. I didn't care what people were going to think when they see me march into the bookstore (Elizabeth got fed up with "bitches demanding for overpriced jeans" and started working a local bookstore since she was a bit of a book nerd and could get discounts on something she actually wanted to buy) and beg for forgiveness and explanations.

I was going to tell her that I loved her.

The bookstore was a little too quiet for my liking at the moment, and the smell of freshly brewed coffee wasn't helping my nerves. I scanned the aisles and aisles of books in search for Elizabeth, clutching the roses tightly. I ignored the other workers asking me if I needed any help, for I feared if I started talking to one of them, I would babble like an idiot and confess everything that happened to me the past two or three hundred years.

And then I spotted her.

Elizabeth was in the middle of putting away a new shipment of classics. She looked absolutely beautiful from my point of view. Her black polo shirt bearing the store's name and logo fit her slim figure perfectly with her jeans. Her honey-coloured hair pulled back into a messy bun. I secretly laughed at the name tag that was pinned to her right jean pocket, knowing that she knew it wasn't supposed to be there. She was the same Elizabeth I remembered, and I missed her so.

Taking a deep breath, I found the courage to walk over and clear my throat. "Miss Swann," I said with upmost respect and politeness. "May I speak to you?"

Elizabeth turned, her brown eyes widening at the sight of me in front of her. "Will," she whispered. "I mean…" She sighed, looking like she was debating whether to be angry and cold with me or to be warm and friendly. "Mr. Turner," she corrected herself. "What are you doing here?"

I shifted my weight and held out the roses to her. When she didn't take them, I swallowed and began to speak. "I… I, well, wanted to apologize," I confessed. "I, erm, I miss you."

Elizabeth arched an eyebrow and eyed me warily. "And?"

"Well, your father suggested—"

"My father?" Elizabeth snorted. "I knew it. He told me that he didn't harm you, but if you brought your ass here to apologize to me because he 'suggested' it, then I know he beat you up. Well, I don't think I'm in the mood to hear your apology."

"No!" I shook my head fiercely. "No, he didn't. We talked and…" I sighed and looked to the floor. "He was right. I came to apologize to you because I want to." I gazed up at her, holding my arm out for her to take the roses. "I'm dressed like this because I made reservations at this restaurant in hopes we could talk and I could explain some things to you. I bought these roses because I knew you liked the single rose I gave you on our first date."

I bit my lower lip. "And I came to tell you that I love you."

Elizabeth froze and stared at me, her mouth dropping open a little and a book she had been putting away falling to the floor. "I… I… What?"

"I love you, Elizabeth." I shifted my weight, feeling somewhat relieved that I had finally told my true feelings to her. "If you don't want to forgive me or hear my explanations as to why I lied to you, that's fine. I deserved it. I've been an ass, and it's my entire fault. But I don't want to leave you here without letting you know that I will always love you no matter what you decide to do with me."

Elizabeth stood there in silence. She slowly bent down and picked up the fallen book, placing it on its appropriate shelf. She accepted the roses from me without a word, pressing her lips together in a thin line. "Alright," she said finally. "I'll let you explain. I can't guarantee you that I'll accept you back; I'm not sure of it yet. But I will listen to what you have to say." She smiled a little. "Where is this restaurant? Do I need to change?"

"No." She didn't have a reason to change out of her clothes into a dress; she was beautiful as she was. I shook my head. "No, you don't need to change. You're fine the way you are." I flashed a smile. "Our reservations are in twenty minutes. Shall we go?" I offered her my arm.

Elizabeth sighed and nodded. "Alright," she agreed, tucking her arm in mine. "But at least allow me to let my boss know that I'm taking off for lunch, okay? I really don't want to get fired."

I chuckled and nodded in agreement, allowing her to lead us to where her manager was. I knew she loved her new job and would shot me if I get her fired. That wasn't the plan on winning her back. "Alright," I agreed. "Let's go tell your boss."

Author's Note: See? Weatherby Swann isn't that bad. :P Oh, and before y'all ask me why Elizabeth isn't yelling and cussing him out is because, well, she loves him back too. Of course you all knew that from Chapter 9, but she hasn't told Will that yet. I mean, I didn't want her to rush into his arms and beg him to come back as soon as she saw him. I mean, come on. That's really pathetic. I don't see Elizabeth cussing Will out either, so I decided the best action for her was to allow Will to take her to lunch/dinner/whatever and let him explain things to her before she makes her decision on what to do with him. Make sense? Sorry if it doesn't...

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