Chapter Two!
(A.N. well, here it is, the next chapter or at least the second chapter of this marvelous epic...I guess.)
***Port Royal***
The sun beat down on the highly popular port with all the color a bright summer afternoon could offer.
In a busy marketplace half of the crew of the Black Pearl ate and drank at an open café. Will glanced at his best friend, who sat across the table. "We ought to get out of here soon, Brian. Don't want the men to be drunk tonight. Have you checked to see everything's in place?"
"Everything's ready mate." Bryan Forsane was just as tall, just as handsome, and just as broad-shouldered as his best friend. However, he was several years older than Will. He also had a thin crazy smile that warned many of his conniving that so far his friend, Will, had not truly understood. Bryan had dirty blonde hair, and grey eyes.
Will gulped down the rest of his cheap rum. He slammed the cup down on the table giving a little bit of a grunt of content. "I guess it's off to the ship." He reached for his purse when Brian chuckled, and Will looked up to see what was going on.
"Look at that." Brian said slowly, staring out across the marketplace.
"What?"
Brian grunted." You would think the first-mate would have a sharper eye." Finally, he pointed at the spectacle that had caught his attention. "Why you are the first-mate I'll never know."
Will looked up at what his best friend was pointed at, and his mouth dropped. What he saw was a girl, NO, make that a woman. Wearing a white dress that flowed around her like angel wings. She had a lithe body, a long neck, and brown hair. She was looking at some of the outdoor markets, undoubtedly buying trinkets. From her clothes, Will instantly knew that she belonged to the upper class.
Brian turned to his friend with a mean grin on his face. "I've got an idea matie."
Will glanced at Brian.
Brian raised his eyebrows. "Slap her."
"What?"
"On the butt." Brian was dead serous behind his sly smile.
"How will that do anything?" Will asked.
"Then I knock you out." Brian finished.
Will frowned. "You knock me out?"
"Instantly gaining her favor." He waited while Will paused for a moment, then slapped him on the back. "Unlike you mate, I have a clever mind. One day you might learn." He sighed. "But that's not today."
"Not a chance in Hades." Will answered.
"Come on mate!" Brian said. "You're letting her get away."
Will sighed, supposedly giving up. "Alright."
Brian laughed. "Let's go."
Will and Brian headed around the café. Soon they were walking toward her, and Brian was the first to make eye-contact. He wiggled his eyebrows, and the woman looked away immediately. But she glanced at Will, and returned his smile. Success.
As soon as they were passed her, Will swung his arm down and hit her solidly on the bum. In the same instant aiming a punch at Brian's jaw.
Will watched him fall, then shook his head. "Sorry mate." He chuckled. After all, all's fare in love and war. And THAT was the reason he was first mate.
Elizabeth Swan turned around angry and her fists swinging. "How DARE you!" With that, she launched a punch at Will's VERY surprised face.
"Whoa!" Will shouted, dodging her fist. "Easy! I didn't do it!"
Elizabeth felt herself start to shake, but decided to stay yet another socking punch. "Who did then!" She asked through her gritted teeth.
Will glanced down at Brian's unconscious body, as if asking, who-is-that- guy-anyway?
Elizabeth looked at the body in the dirt. "Friend of yours?"
Will coughed. "What? No!"
Brian groaned.
Will shook his head. "Never saw him before in my life."
Elizabeth sighed. "Then I guess I owe you my thanks."
"I guess so." Will smiled.
Elizabeth returned his smile. "Well then, thank you."
Will bowed. "Always a pleasure to assist. By the way, what is a woman of your rank doing out and among the market of the sea-port?"
Elizabeth laughed lightly. "Now ask yourself, is it really your business?"
"Oh." Will leaned in closer. "You know My Lady, it tisn't safe." He glanced around. "Who knows. There might even be pirates about."
Elizabeth lifted an eyebrow. "Pirates?"
Will nodded. "Oh yes."
"In Port Royal?"
"Yes indeed."
Elizabeth smiled. "I highly doubt it."
"You can never know." Will said, matter-of-factly.
Elizabeth shook her head, still not believing that there could even be a possibility of a pirate in Port Royal.
"Now it looks to me that you need a-" For the first time Will felt himself falter. He looked up at her, and tried to remember the last time he had faltered talking to a girl. "An escort." He said finally, feeling slightly foolish. "If you wish, I could. Escort you, I mean."
Elizabeth took in a breath, if he had continued in his clowning; she certainly WOULDN'T let him accompany her anywhere. Whatever that act was, it wasn't his. But he looked up at her with a look that reminded her of merely a man wanting to walk with her. "Very well." She said finally. "I would appreciate it greatly."
***LATER***
The sun was already sinking behind the ocean. However, the two new acquaintances were still on their walk, and quite forgetting that they hadn't known each other since the pre-existence.
Will and Elizabeth walked along the docks, where the fishermen houses were. Will jumped up onto the brick wall they stood beside and sat down, facing Elizabeth.
"-But you must have some sort of dream you want to accomplish." Elizabeth laughed.
"Well." Will nodded. "I want to eventually have my own fleet one day. And I think I will too."
Elizabeth nodded. "So I guess you're a sailor then?"
"Wasn't it obvious?"
"I guess." Elizabeth said. "Almost all men in Port Royal are either sailors or something else. But since I've never seen you before I guessed you were a sailor."
Will paused.
"Aren't you?" Elizabeth asked quietly.
After a moment, Will smiled. "I sail the seven seas." There was another uncomfortable pause. "So what about you?"
"Me?" Elizabeth was surprised.
"What do YOU hope to accomplish?" Will asked. "Besides marrying the Commodore, or something silly like that."
Elizabeth sighed. "I don't know."
"Oh come." Will said. "I'm your new best friend, who doesn't know your name."
She sighed, picking at the rock wall. "There is not much for me. I am limited in many respects. You would understand this."
"It's like that tis it?" Will asked quietly.
Elizabeth nodded.
"Well, my bonny lass." Will said, getting down from the wall. "When I have my fleet of ships, I'll come and take you away. Then you can do whatever you want."
She smiled. "And you're so sure of everything."
Will, who stood close to her came even closer. "Absolutely."
With that, their lips touched.
Suddenly, as if remembering herself, Elizabeth pulled away. "Oh dear." She said, glancing at the sunset. "I forgot."
Will blinked. "What?"
"The banquet."
"What banquet?"
"At my father's house. I have to go." Elizabeth suddenly turned on her heel and began to walk away.
"Wait!" Will shouted. "When will I see you again?"
"Tomorrow!" Elizabeth yelled over her shoulder.
"But I'm at sea tomorrow! And I don't know your name!" Will shouted back.
Elizabeth turned back to him and paused. "I'll meet you here. When do you come back?"
"Two weeks." Will said.
"Then in two weeks!" Elizabeth began to retreat again.
"But lady!" Will shouted. "Your name!"
It was too late, and she was already gone.
Will sighed, grinning. Brian would be madder than anything when he found out about this. But he had other matters to attend to. Will turned on his heel and began walking toward where the Black Pearl was anchored. After all, he had a busy night tonight, with the kidnapping of the Governor's daughter and all.
TO BE CONTINUED!
(A.N. well, here it is, the next chapter or at least the second chapter of this marvelous epic...I guess.)
***Port Royal***
The sun beat down on the highly popular port with all the color a bright summer afternoon could offer.
In a busy marketplace half of the crew of the Black Pearl ate and drank at an open café. Will glanced at his best friend, who sat across the table. "We ought to get out of here soon, Brian. Don't want the men to be drunk tonight. Have you checked to see everything's in place?"
"Everything's ready mate." Bryan Forsane was just as tall, just as handsome, and just as broad-shouldered as his best friend. However, he was several years older than Will. He also had a thin crazy smile that warned many of his conniving that so far his friend, Will, had not truly understood. Bryan had dirty blonde hair, and grey eyes.
Will gulped down the rest of his cheap rum. He slammed the cup down on the table giving a little bit of a grunt of content. "I guess it's off to the ship." He reached for his purse when Brian chuckled, and Will looked up to see what was going on.
"Look at that." Brian said slowly, staring out across the marketplace.
"What?"
Brian grunted." You would think the first-mate would have a sharper eye." Finally, he pointed at the spectacle that had caught his attention. "Why you are the first-mate I'll never know."
Will looked up at what his best friend was pointed at, and his mouth dropped. What he saw was a girl, NO, make that a woman. Wearing a white dress that flowed around her like angel wings. She had a lithe body, a long neck, and brown hair. She was looking at some of the outdoor markets, undoubtedly buying trinkets. From her clothes, Will instantly knew that she belonged to the upper class.
Brian turned to his friend with a mean grin on his face. "I've got an idea matie."
Will glanced at Brian.
Brian raised his eyebrows. "Slap her."
"What?"
"On the butt." Brian was dead serous behind his sly smile.
"How will that do anything?" Will asked.
"Then I knock you out." Brian finished.
Will frowned. "You knock me out?"
"Instantly gaining her favor." He waited while Will paused for a moment, then slapped him on the back. "Unlike you mate, I have a clever mind. One day you might learn." He sighed. "But that's not today."
"Not a chance in Hades." Will answered.
"Come on mate!" Brian said. "You're letting her get away."
Will sighed, supposedly giving up. "Alright."
Brian laughed. "Let's go."
Will and Brian headed around the café. Soon they were walking toward her, and Brian was the first to make eye-contact. He wiggled his eyebrows, and the woman looked away immediately. But she glanced at Will, and returned his smile. Success.
As soon as they were passed her, Will swung his arm down and hit her solidly on the bum. In the same instant aiming a punch at Brian's jaw.
Will watched him fall, then shook his head. "Sorry mate." He chuckled. After all, all's fare in love and war. And THAT was the reason he was first mate.
Elizabeth Swan turned around angry and her fists swinging. "How DARE you!" With that, she launched a punch at Will's VERY surprised face.
"Whoa!" Will shouted, dodging her fist. "Easy! I didn't do it!"
Elizabeth felt herself start to shake, but decided to stay yet another socking punch. "Who did then!" She asked through her gritted teeth.
Will glanced down at Brian's unconscious body, as if asking, who-is-that- guy-anyway?
Elizabeth looked at the body in the dirt. "Friend of yours?"
Will coughed. "What? No!"
Brian groaned.
Will shook his head. "Never saw him before in my life."
Elizabeth sighed. "Then I guess I owe you my thanks."
"I guess so." Will smiled.
Elizabeth returned his smile. "Well then, thank you."
Will bowed. "Always a pleasure to assist. By the way, what is a woman of your rank doing out and among the market of the sea-port?"
Elizabeth laughed lightly. "Now ask yourself, is it really your business?"
"Oh." Will leaned in closer. "You know My Lady, it tisn't safe." He glanced around. "Who knows. There might even be pirates about."
Elizabeth lifted an eyebrow. "Pirates?"
Will nodded. "Oh yes."
"In Port Royal?"
"Yes indeed."
Elizabeth smiled. "I highly doubt it."
"You can never know." Will said, matter-of-factly.
Elizabeth shook her head, still not believing that there could even be a possibility of a pirate in Port Royal.
"Now it looks to me that you need a-" For the first time Will felt himself falter. He looked up at her, and tried to remember the last time he had faltered talking to a girl. "An escort." He said finally, feeling slightly foolish. "If you wish, I could. Escort you, I mean."
Elizabeth took in a breath, if he had continued in his clowning; she certainly WOULDN'T let him accompany her anywhere. Whatever that act was, it wasn't his. But he looked up at her with a look that reminded her of merely a man wanting to walk with her. "Very well." She said finally. "I would appreciate it greatly."
***LATER***
The sun was already sinking behind the ocean. However, the two new acquaintances were still on their walk, and quite forgetting that they hadn't known each other since the pre-existence.
Will and Elizabeth walked along the docks, where the fishermen houses were. Will jumped up onto the brick wall they stood beside and sat down, facing Elizabeth.
"-But you must have some sort of dream you want to accomplish." Elizabeth laughed.
"Well." Will nodded. "I want to eventually have my own fleet one day. And I think I will too."
Elizabeth nodded. "So I guess you're a sailor then?"
"Wasn't it obvious?"
"I guess." Elizabeth said. "Almost all men in Port Royal are either sailors or something else. But since I've never seen you before I guessed you were a sailor."
Will paused.
"Aren't you?" Elizabeth asked quietly.
After a moment, Will smiled. "I sail the seven seas." There was another uncomfortable pause. "So what about you?"
"Me?" Elizabeth was surprised.
"What do YOU hope to accomplish?" Will asked. "Besides marrying the Commodore, or something silly like that."
Elizabeth sighed. "I don't know."
"Oh come." Will said. "I'm your new best friend, who doesn't know your name."
She sighed, picking at the rock wall. "There is not much for me. I am limited in many respects. You would understand this."
"It's like that tis it?" Will asked quietly.
Elizabeth nodded.
"Well, my bonny lass." Will said, getting down from the wall. "When I have my fleet of ships, I'll come and take you away. Then you can do whatever you want."
She smiled. "And you're so sure of everything."
Will, who stood close to her came even closer. "Absolutely."
With that, their lips touched.
Suddenly, as if remembering herself, Elizabeth pulled away. "Oh dear." She said, glancing at the sunset. "I forgot."
Will blinked. "What?"
"The banquet."
"What banquet?"
"At my father's house. I have to go." Elizabeth suddenly turned on her heel and began to walk away.
"Wait!" Will shouted. "When will I see you again?"
"Tomorrow!" Elizabeth yelled over her shoulder.
"But I'm at sea tomorrow! And I don't know your name!" Will shouted back.
Elizabeth turned back to him and paused. "I'll meet you here. When do you come back?"
"Two weeks." Will said.
"Then in two weeks!" Elizabeth began to retreat again.
"But lady!" Will shouted. "Your name!"
It was too late, and she was already gone.
Will sighed, grinning. Brian would be madder than anything when he found out about this. But he had other matters to attend to. Will turned on his heel and began walking toward where the Black Pearl was anchored. After all, he had a busy night tonight, with the kidnapping of the Governor's daughter and all.
TO BE CONTINUED!