HEY people D I know I havent updated since ages, lifes been soo busy. Hope you all still want to read on though! the truth is, i actually DO have a plan for this story. And yes, it is necessary for me to have P.O.V's of the characters because i find its better that way.

Anyway, I am aware and know that this story is totally stupid and pointless XD but thats why I'm still writing, for my own enjoyment and laughs. Its just that 21st century Will and Jack just cracks me up too much to stop writing. So ill stop yakking on, and ...i don't own it.

Chapter 12- Blacksmith in a Box

Will

Today Francesca and I… and Jack… were on our way to, well where we were going I don't exactly know. Amanda had a "photo shoot" in somewhere called Fiji and left this morning at around four a.m. Francesca explained to me that she was "flying" over to this Fiji place

"Wot'ya mean Amanda's flyin' over?" hooted Jack looking confused. "She a bird or somethin'?". I kept quiet but agreed with him.

Francesca laughed at us. "By plane Jack." She said.

"Pla…lane…plane….never heard of it before" Jack muttered.

"It's-It's like… a huge ship… in the sky and it has- wings" Francesca explained thoughtfully. Jack looked at me. I couldn't help but laugh at her. She really is quite adorable when she explains things.

But she frowned at us, and I stopped smiling at once.

Francesca told us that she was busy as well, and I suggested I come along, since I wanted to be far away from Jack. But, no such luck because Jack insisted he come as well. Damn him, that pirate.

I gazed out through the front window. Port Royal had always been busy out on the streets, but it was nothing compared to my new home. There were cars and just people everywhere. It looked like a wonderful city, although I felt a bit intimidated by well, everything. Even in the morning there were large…–billboards…flashing about, and lights everywhere.

Today Francesca was not driving; in fact she was in the front seat, talking the whole time about her "schedule" for the day into her little black thing… In fact a very black and shiny car had come to "pick us up". And the driver was wearing black glasses I've never seen before, and was dressed very smartly. I felt a bit intimidated by him, to be honest. Francesca told me he's name was Jason, and that he drove her around everywhere. But what was wrong with her little red …Merc? Hmm.

Suddenly I felt extremely fortunate to be here. It was new and exciting, and I would try and forget about Elizabeth. Yes. Yes, I will do that.

We arrived shortly at a grey building, which I thought looked quite plain, it didn't relate her and her job, and all. Jason even opened the car doors for us- I felt a bit uncomfortable. When we stepped in the building I was surprised to see that inside were many…what were they? Cameras. And people, and lights. It was all very complicating to me. I looked around once again, and there was a big white box, that seemed to be shining with light. I squinted, turning away. I wonder what Francesca was supposed to do, climb in that thing? I guess I would find out.

Soon after, Francesca had disappeared into hair and make-up, so I was left with Jack again. No one seemed to mind us hanging around the place, although I did feel a bit awkward because I simply didn't belong here in the first place. Jack spoke.

"So, whelp, ye plannin' on finding a new 'Lizbeth?" he drawled, examining the room filled with bustling people. I clenched my teeth, knowing well that he just wanted to manipulate me. I didn't look at him. Jack let out a big sigh, and stepped in front of me. I looked at him blankly, wondering what he was going to do to cause a commotion this time.

"Listen, William. I'm sorry that ye Elizabeth chose me, well, I am Capt-" Jack paused for a while, seeing what might have been a deadly look on my face. He continued after obviously choosing his words carefully. "Alright. What say ye, we forget about the past, and move on eh? I've been watching' ye over the week, 'nd all ye do is think about ye past 'nd whatnot. Do ye really want t' go back, or start a new life aye?" he said, waving his hands around and grinning like usual.

I considered what he said. He was right. All I did was think about Elizabeth. All the time- or maybe most of my time. I did need to move on. As much as I hated to, I had to agree with him. I mumbled in response.

"Aye or nay?" said Jack loudly.

"Yes!" I barked impatiently.

Jack still stood in front of me, with an unconvinced look on his face. I clenched my fists, "Aye"

Jack grinned and slapped me on my shoulder. "That's me boy" he said heartily. I scowled at him. He twiddled his fingers around his chin, as if deep in thought.

"So. Step One" announced Jack, clearing his throat. "Ye need to get yeself a girl"

I looked back at him, not at all surprised. Right, that's all this is about then. What did my private life have to do with Jack anyway? I kept quiet, wondering where this conversation was going.

"I was thinkin' ye 'nd Amanda could do well. Ye see, both of ye are very independently strong minded, bit quiet too, shy when ye shouldn't be, and lots more. So ye see, the two o' ye could do great things together…if that is possible" he said, making me madder. I glared at him, ignoring the last part of his so called amazing plan to "Get myself a girl"

"I thought you were with Amanda" I stated coldly. Jack frowned, looking confused.

"And why d'ye think that?" he asked innocently. I gritted my teeth. Amanda shouldn't be treated like that by a pirate like Jack Sparrow. I needed to tell her soon.

"Maybe because I saw you kissing her Jack. Just like you did with Elizabeth a few weeks ago. And if Francesca hadn't pulled me away I would have had the chance to stop you from doing something more. What did you do to her Jack?" I seethed, stepping a little closer to him. I wanted to strangle him right then, and I think I would have, if not for my current whereabouts. My head was starting to hurt because I was clenching my teeth so hard. I un-clenched them, trying to calm down. How could I, when Jack was doing this to innocent people who didn't deserve to be treated so?

Jack paused for a while, with the same blank look on his face while thinking. "Ah. Ye mustn't take that to heart." Jack said gruffly, shaking his head. He started moving his hands again. "See that just then? You defendin' her honour like that was just the right attitude to be if ye fallin' in love wit' her. I was just testin' ye to see what reaction ye'd have, and ye did just what I was aimin' for. Now all ye need is to tell her ye feelings. Go 'nd-"

"What else did you do?" I demanded. Jack rolled his eyes childishly.

"I said I kissed 'er to see what ye reaction would be, nothin' else I swear" Jack said, placing a hand in the air down to his heart. I snorted, not knowing if I should believe him or not.

"And why should I believe you?" I spat.

"Have I ever given ye a reason not to trust me?" in a high, bewildered voice like I was crazy to ask that question. I gritted my teeth again.

"No." I said in the same high voice. "All you did was sell me to Barbossa to get your ship, sell me to Davy Jones also, lie to me so I could get you out of jail, lie to me about Elizabeth, kiss Elizabeth-"

"Alright William, that's enough story tellin' for today." He patted me on my back. What was he, my mother? "And your beloved kissed me by the way. Not my fault at all she wanted to kill me to save ye' backsides… All I'm asking is that ye trust me"

I looked back at him, wondering if I should even waste my breath on him anymore. "Why should I trust you?" I said again flatly.

"I'm Captain Jack Sparrow!" he said. Right. so that's his answer to everything. He thinks that everyone's troubles are gone because he's Captain of a goddamn ship. I scowled impatiently.

"Right" I said with difficulty. "So I believe you. What will Amanda think about it? I'm pretty sure kissing someone isn't something you do for no reason". I glared at him. "Excluding you"

"Ah, it's all sorted William. I volunteered to talk to Amanda about your feelings. And I told her my plan of course" Jack stated.

I felt like I had something thrown at me. I couldn't speak. I just looked at him in shock, and disbelief. Had he lost his mind, if he even had one? Since when did I say I had any feelings towards Amanda? Yes, she is my friend. Yes, I do get angry if Jack kisses her, simply because he shouldn't be doing that. Somehow Jack thinks that, all that means that I'm in love with her, and has gone ahead and told her. And how did he know these feelings even before his "plan" What was Amanda going to think if she thought I-

Jack broke into a fit of loud laughter, earning confused glances from a lot of people, including Francesca, who was now walking from across the room to us. I glared at him. "What?" I spat

"I was only joking with ye! Of course you need to tell her ye feelings yeself, be a big boy wont ye? Don't be shy!!"

I didn't need Francesca believing Jack's nonsense. She could be thinking that Jack had feelings for Amanda, since she didn't know Jack as well as me. Well, I hope so. I don't want her to know anything about that lousy pirate.

"Listen" I hissed, grabbing Jack's arm forcefully. "I am not in love with Amanda, alright? I don't know where you got that from, and it certainly isn't true"

"So then who do ye love?" shaking his arm free, smirking. "That girl?" he said, pointing to Francesca, who was nearing us. She was wearing a big fluffy robe, and punching her fingers at the little device in her hands…phone?... BrownBerry? She had some black stuff around her eyes, which I thought looked quite nice.

I blinked and glared back at Jack. "Oh yeah, of course Jack, because everything you say is right. Because you're Captain Jack Sparrow" I spat.

"So then who? asked Jack loudly. "I mean, its pretty damn obvious, when you have that lovey dovey look an ye face all the bloody time."

I just stared at him. Did I look "lovey-dovey"??

"Shut up" I hissed. "They're called friends, Jack." I paused "And I don't look lovey dovey"

"Aye of course" smirked Jack, winking purposefully at me just when Francesca appeared. I hate him. I hate, hate, hate him.

Francesca

"Hey guys" I smiled. Will was looking at me, sort of with this lost look, and Jack was looking at the ground, but was he…laughing??. I wonder why. Men are confusing. "What are you laughing about?"

"Well young William here is-" Jack began. He stopped and coughed very loudly. " –sorry about that- and I were talking about how ravishin' you look in……that …thing" he concluded. Will nodded, smiling

"You …smell nice" he added, glaring at Jack. Jack looked please with himself and attempted to smell himself. I raised my eyes, attempting not to smile. Honestly, Jack is just hilarious. Will scowled, turning back to me. "I meant you"

I laughed. "Thankyou. See that big white box there?" I asked, pointing at the round one with the gigantic Chanel sign across the border.

"What is it?" Jack asked, looking incredulous. I rolled my eyes.

"Well, I'm told it's a huge bed sort of thing. I'm supposed to start shooting now but he hasn't arrived yet" I explained impatiently.

Jack raised his eyebrows. "Who's this bloke yer shootin'?" he asked.

I laughed. "I'm not shooting him Jack. And I can't remember his name…umm Jake something." I shrugged.

Jack stuck out his tongue. "Aye…and what may I ask is he and ye going to do over there in the big white bed?" asked Jack. I stared at Jack for a moment and then burst out laughing. I can't believe him sometimes.

"Look like I'm madly in love with him, Jack, if you want to know" I chuckled, folding my arms. Jack just stared back with a very unconvinced look on his face. I didn't know why it even bothered him that much. I rolled my eyes again. He is so unbelievable sometimes. Honestly.

"It's my job Jack, I'm supposed to act like di-" I began

"Does ye job always revolve around beds? You could shoot me instead" smirked Jack. I blinked, then didn't know whether to laugh or kick him. So Jack thought I was some sort of a whore, now. I should have known. I don't even care what he thinks anymore.

"Yes. All the time, actually" I said haughtily, turning my back on Jack. Will smiled at me softly and mouthed "Ignore him" I rolled my eyes and left, wondering when we were going to start. What was taking this guy so long?

"When's he coming?" I asked Seth, who was gabbing away into his phone. He looked up, and placed his hand over the phone, really annoyed, and answered.

"He just called in and said his father's in hospital, apparently very sick" he said. "I'm trying to think of what to do, because we're on a tight schedule here, Mr.Testino and crew are all waiting, and I need someone to get in that box with you right now" I kept quiet, not wanting to make him any angrier. I suppose this must be a very big deal getting in the box thing.

Mario walked over, with his hi-tech camera in hand. He smiled and asked "Who's your friend?" I snapped my head around, looking over at Jack, with his bandana and dreadlocks, and Will, who at least looked normal. Oh, god did really want to have a conversation about Will and Jack to help him solve the problem?

"Um, oh. They're Amanda's friends from…Port"-I coughed…what was it? -"... Royal…and I thought I'd bring them along, to see and um meet you" I stuttered. Oh god what was I saying? To meet him? For Jack to meet Mario Testino? No way. No effing way.

He smiled back, nodding. Silence. I cleared my throat "Um, the one on the right is Jack Sparrow, and that's Will Turner…" I squeaked, wishing we could stop. I thanked god that Will's name wasn't "Bear" or "monkey" or something like that. That would suck, I'm mean, who would believe I was telling the truth?? I mean…what if Elizabeth was here? Jack Sparrow and Elizabeth Swan, and Will…Turner…or maybe…

"Alright. Go ask Mr… Turner to get into hair and makeup, he can shoot with you today. He's a good looking bloke don't ya think?" he winked at me. "Trust you to show up with some almighty handsome men eh Francesca?"… "and I doubt this Jake will be coming, and I don't want to waste your time. How's your mother, by the way? " he asked kindly. I blinked.

"Fine, she's fine… What?"

"Oh Francesca, you're not listening are you. Alright I'll tell him, you get over there" He said, and walked over to Jack and Will.

"Okay" I squeaked. I wanted to scream Will? He's from the goddamn 18th century, how freaked out will he be if you shove him in an illuminating box and start snapping pictures of him when he doesn't even know what going on!! But, I went over to the big box and perched myself inside, waiting. Actually I think it might be quite amusing. If Will agreed, that is. I don't think it'll be easy though, I mean, Will is a blacksmith, right? And he told me that he makes swords and metal-ish stuff…actually once he made this sword that... No wait was it a…cutlass? …

I leaned restlessly against the box, and watched Will follow someone over to hair and makeup with a nervous look on his face. II laughed loudly, picturing Will being smothered with powder from countless gay men in tight jeans.

In a moment, Will came over, and I had to smile. I mean, its not like I haven't seen him shirtless or anything, but he looked really sweet with the whole "I'll suck at this" expression on his face.

"What do I do?" he whispered. I had to laugh at him, really.

"It's fine, really. Okay, um, do you…still love Elizabeth?" I said uncertainly, hoping I wouldn't make him angry by asking, or anything.

Will shrugged, looking distant and weird.

Oh, great what is that? A yes or no? "Um… okay fine. Just pretend that you are still in love with Elizabeth. And she never kissed Jack or anything and right, you're just married and okay, this your honeymoon or something…and just pretend that I'm …Elizabeth- easy?" I asked. This is insane. I must be deluded. How can he pretend I'm Elizabeth??

Will frowned and nodded. "Okay"

"Don't worry, it's just an ad for perfume, not huge…it'll be fine. And, you don't have to be unsure of anything, Mario will tell you what to do…so just listen to him" I assured him. Will nodded again, and looked a little bit more comfortable. Somewhere in front Mario called out to us and said that we were ready to start shooting, so I took off my robe and hoped under the white blanket.

Will took one look at me in my black bra and panties, blinking, and he just stayed there, not doing anything. "Will? I'm Elizabeth Swan. You can't wait to get in this bed, so get in" I hissed, trying not to laugh at him. Will nodded blankly and got in.

"Alright, Mr. Turner all I need you to do is act you want to make love to her, well without actually doing that…, simple. Francesca, I need you on the outside, swap places…that's it…and yeah good, just lean against the side…alright lovely." said the photographer, and Will nodded slowly. He leaned a bit closer to me and just stared at me scared, and stiffly. Actually, I felt sort sorry for him. I mean, they didn't really do this sort of stuff in the 18th century, did they? In fact, I think he might've gone to jail if he saw a woman's chest at all. And also, when I did my first shoot, I wasn't exactly asked to get into bed with a nearly naked guy… I really want to laugh. Like, really. But laughing isn't sexy so I concentrate and stare at the camera like I hate it.

After a couple of shots, Will furrowed his eyebrows and looked up at me, because I was perched against the wall, and, I was quite hot. Why isn't this box air-conditioned?

"Am I doing it right?' he asked worriedly. I had to smile, really, that expression on his face then, with his eyebrows all scrunched up was hilarious and…really cute. I nodded, still smiling.

Thankfully, half an hour and a hundred positions later…it was time for a break. Yessssssss. I bet I was sweating so much my lovely so-called hi-tech make-up's running.

I was chewing slowly on my sandwich, watching Mario and Will talk. Hah. What a cutie. Alright, but I mean, I cant help but want to hug him because he's so sweet. And he gives really good hugs. (Actually I know that only because I was a bit sad when I couldn't find my brand new Manolos anywhere and he acted all sad and sarcastically gave me a hug. But it was a good hug 'cos he was all warm smelled nice and- ok. I have to stop this nonsense.

Jack was yakking on about something, next to me, but I wasn't paying that much attention. I was sort of curious of what Will and Mario were talking about.

I looked at him, chewing thoughtfully on Jack's granola bar. But he was too busy talking about himself to notice. I smirked, pinching some of his cake.

Jack glared at me, squinting his eyes. "Have you had enough woman?" he growled.

I blinked and snapped my head around to meet Jack's. "What!?" I asked.

"You stole all me food! I'm hungry" he pouted, clearly annoyed.

"oh boo hoo" I snapped. "You were talking all the time anyway so-"

But Jack had started droning on about something, again."…And then there was the time when I……"

"Sorry Jack, I've really got to go, were shooting again soon" I smiled, and I waved and walked away. He's so funny, really. Jacks hilarious. And… I reckon he's sexy. Like, sexier than Johnny Depp. Well who wouldn't? He's the only guy who'd look fantastic with eye makeup.

Oh I cant believe I thought that. In fact, he's the most annoying asshole in this century.

8

"Brilliant…alright all done. Good" said a voice. I snapped my head to the right again, where the photographer looked mildly happy. I frowned, and nodded. How could I have possibly been good when I wasn't even concentrating? Alight, I couldn't help but blush, being this close to Will. I mean, sure I admit that I felt attracted to him, but who wouldn't, I suppose? So it's all normal. Thank god I didn't already have any blush on. Or wait, did I? I sure hope not.

He was so…I don't know. Charming. Is that the word? He looked quite about the same as ex-boyfriend no.million, but yet so…different. Like the perfect Prince Charming, really. I wouldn't have thought he was a blacksmith if I met him on the street, I might think he was the Prince of Wales. Calling me "miss" when we first met, and being so sweet all the time. He doesn't confuse me like Jack. My dad would like him. I wondered what my dad would say if he met Jack. Hmmm.

Once I was dressed, I went over to Will. "Thanks. You were great. So thanks a lot" I smiled, nodding.

"Thankyou" said Will quietly. Quiet. How come he wasn't talking to me? Was he mad at me for some reason? I'm glad Will can't read peoples minds.

Jack

Bugger.

BuggerBuggerBuggerBugger.

I watched the whelp and my Cesca, angry. What did the eunuch have that I didn't? Or the other way around, perhaps. I snickered to myself, watching him and Cesca. Wait, was I… jealous? No, of course not. Sure, I wanted to be in the box with Francesca in her knickers. She looked bloody fantastic and had kohl around her eyes. I was fixated on her the whole time. The whelp was just like some annoying fly in the way. And he was always touching her! Bloody whelp didn't even do it right, and of course I'd be much better in a bed with Cesca than him. it wasn't as if him being there was going to affect my plan.

But what about Amanda? I feel a tiny bit bad. Oh well. She can know of my plan soon. Later. I smiled, I was certain.