Author's Note: At first, I hadn't planned on continuing this, but then I contemplated it, and a few reviews urged me to do so...So, I did. Now, again, I'm at a loss for whether I should continue this because both "chapters" are extremely short, and if I did continue it, there would most likely be only a third chapter, and again I'm not sure if I'd ruin it by continuing it. I'm also not sure if I already did. Anyways, please R&R. I love each and everyone who does so.
Disclaimer: I STILL don't own Pirate's of the Caribbean or it's characters. So, please don't sue me.
Elizabeth Swann was, at the time, in a very different position than Jack had imagined her. Married, she was not, but at the same time she also wasn't alone. She was sitting, perched atop a wooden apparatus in the Blacksmith's shop, which, by now, Will had gained full ownership of. She watched him work, slaving over the burning oar. Her eyes followed the movement of his biceps as he swung his arms over his head, but her mind followed something else.
She felt so guilty. It was impossible to believe that even though she had a gentle man, a kind man - a perfect man standing in front of her and willing to do absolutely anything and everything if only for her sake, she wanted something else. No, her mind cursed at her. You love Will! it said, but she still wasn't convinced. At night she dreamt not of Will but of a certain pirate, one who, no doubt, thought of her as just another woman he's bedded.
It was terrible, she knew, but the night she spent with Jack Sparrow on that island, which should never have happened, changed her heart. She hadn't even slept with Will, for God sakes. But how could she when she knew that she'd only be thinking of Jack? Give up on Jack! She was internally screaming at herself now. He's never coming back!
She buried her head in her hands, frustrated with the emotions, and apparently Will took notice. She should have known he would; he always did.
"What is it?" he asker her, setting his tools down near the fire but not close enough so as to touch it. Elizabeth's head flew up, looking at Will with a far from innocent expression. He wiped his hands on his shirt, which was only just beginning to dampen from his sweat, and he took her hands, holding them in his own.
She stuttered, "Ah, it's nothing, just a headache. That's all." Biting down on her lip, she hated herself for lying to him.
"Perhaps you should travel back to your house and lie down for some time," he offered, tracing his thumb along the back of her hand and making her involuntarily shiver.
Maybe, she thought, he's right. She nodded sullenly and gave him a somewhat awkward hug before hurrying out of the shop, leaving Will staring after her with a somewhat bewildered but definitely love struck expression.
Her feet carried her quickly through Port Royal but they stopped for a moment's time when she passed the docks. Her heart skipped a beat as she checked to see, if, by any chance, the Pearl was anchored there. But as always, it wasn't. She sighed, all hope drained from her face, and she ventured off toward her father's house, where she was still living because it wasn't proper for her to live with Will before they were married, and she had been putting off their marriage for as long as she possibly could. Sure, at first she loved him, wanted to be with him, which was why she acquiesced to his marriage proposal, but after some time passed she came to realize that before doing anything drastic (or stupid) she had to know if Jack felt anything for her.
Now, if she ever found that he did have feelings in return, she would of course be thrilled, but at the same time she wouldn't know what to do. It would all break Will's heart, and she didn't want to do anything of the sort to the boy. She did love him, but she wasn't sure of the manner in which she loved him, or if she just loved Jack more.
She was there, at the front gates to the governor's house. Her pace suddenly slowed as she walked up the cobbled path to the front door. She didn't want to run into her father, or the Commodore, who was probably at her short of humble abode. She snuck around the side of the house and into the side door, the servant's door. It led to a narrow tunnel with a narrow stairway at the end. She had learned of all this as a little girl on one of her imaginary adventures. All those years she had never dreamed she'd actually meet and fall in love with a real life pirate. At the top of the staircase, a door conveniently opened just outside of her own room. She crossed the hallway, hoping that no one saw her, and she entered her room, sure to lock the door behind her.
On the other side of her room there was a rather large window currently covered by drapes. She moved over to it and pulled them open. Sighing, she stared out at the view of the deep blue ocean standing before her.
"Jack," she said to it, "wherever you are, you're driving me insane."
Disclaimer: I STILL don't own Pirate's of the Caribbean or it's characters. So, please don't sue me.
Elizabeth Swann was, at the time, in a very different position than Jack had imagined her. Married, she was not, but at the same time she also wasn't alone. She was sitting, perched atop a wooden apparatus in the Blacksmith's shop, which, by now, Will had gained full ownership of. She watched him work, slaving over the burning oar. Her eyes followed the movement of his biceps as he swung his arms over his head, but her mind followed something else.
She felt so guilty. It was impossible to believe that even though she had a gentle man, a kind man - a perfect man standing in front of her and willing to do absolutely anything and everything if only for her sake, she wanted something else. No, her mind cursed at her. You love Will! it said, but she still wasn't convinced. At night she dreamt not of Will but of a certain pirate, one who, no doubt, thought of her as just another woman he's bedded.
It was terrible, she knew, but the night she spent with Jack Sparrow on that island, which should never have happened, changed her heart. She hadn't even slept with Will, for God sakes. But how could she when she knew that she'd only be thinking of Jack? Give up on Jack! She was internally screaming at herself now. He's never coming back!
She buried her head in her hands, frustrated with the emotions, and apparently Will took notice. She should have known he would; he always did.
"What is it?" he asker her, setting his tools down near the fire but not close enough so as to touch it. Elizabeth's head flew up, looking at Will with a far from innocent expression. He wiped his hands on his shirt, which was only just beginning to dampen from his sweat, and he took her hands, holding them in his own.
She stuttered, "Ah, it's nothing, just a headache. That's all." Biting down on her lip, she hated herself for lying to him.
"Perhaps you should travel back to your house and lie down for some time," he offered, tracing his thumb along the back of her hand and making her involuntarily shiver.
Maybe, she thought, he's right. She nodded sullenly and gave him a somewhat awkward hug before hurrying out of the shop, leaving Will staring after her with a somewhat bewildered but definitely love struck expression.
Her feet carried her quickly through Port Royal but they stopped for a moment's time when she passed the docks. Her heart skipped a beat as she checked to see, if, by any chance, the Pearl was anchored there. But as always, it wasn't. She sighed, all hope drained from her face, and she ventured off toward her father's house, where she was still living because it wasn't proper for her to live with Will before they were married, and she had been putting off their marriage for as long as she possibly could. Sure, at first she loved him, wanted to be with him, which was why she acquiesced to his marriage proposal, but after some time passed she came to realize that before doing anything drastic (or stupid) she had to know if Jack felt anything for her.
Now, if she ever found that he did have feelings in return, she would of course be thrilled, but at the same time she wouldn't know what to do. It would all break Will's heart, and she didn't want to do anything of the sort to the boy. She did love him, but she wasn't sure of the manner in which she loved him, or if she just loved Jack more.
She was there, at the front gates to the governor's house. Her pace suddenly slowed as she walked up the cobbled path to the front door. She didn't want to run into her father, or the Commodore, who was probably at her short of humble abode. She snuck around the side of the house and into the side door, the servant's door. It led to a narrow tunnel with a narrow stairway at the end. She had learned of all this as a little girl on one of her imaginary adventures. All those years she had never dreamed she'd actually meet and fall in love with a real life pirate. At the top of the staircase, a door conveniently opened just outside of her own room. She crossed the hallway, hoping that no one saw her, and she entered her room, sure to lock the door behind her.
On the other side of her room there was a rather large window currently covered by drapes. She moved over to it and pulled them open. Sighing, she stared out at the view of the deep blue ocean standing before her.
"Jack," she said to it, "wherever you are, you're driving me insane."
