One Heart
Disclaimer: I own nothing. All existing characters belong to.umm.Disney?
It was a fine day in Port Royal, people milling about, some aimlessly, some full of purpose. Elizabeth Swann was one of these. She made her way to a particular blacksmith's shop, basket swinging in one hand. She pushed the beaten wood door open, where the scene that met her eyes stopped her dead in her tracks.
By the window, Will sat on a worn wooden bench, next to a pretty young woman. She noticed how closely they sat, her heart filling with dread as she watched the woman lean over and his him on the cheek before getting up. It was at this point that Elizabeth dropped what she carried, the basket's contents rattling as it hit the ground.
They couple turned around at the noise, Will's face breaking out into a smile, "Elizabeth, I didn't know you were coming."
She ignored him, "Who is she?"
"She?"
Furious, she took up a sword. Her hand shook as she leveled the blade at his companion. The girl stiffened up immediately, eyeing the sharp blade at her throat. Will took a step, protecting her from Elizabeth's wrath. Jealousy ran high, "So this is how it is."
"Liz, what's wrong with you?"
"Wrong with me? I come in here, to see this." Her sword drifted dangerously in between the two.
Will began to approach her, closer and closer to her sword hand, "Elizabeth."
He took her hand, and as she struck, sword in hand, his grip twisted her wrist, forcing her to drop the weapon. She gasped as the pain set in, hurt radiating from her eyes. He took her hand in his, "Let me see it."
From her wrist flowed blood; he had let the sword cut her as he took it. She pulled away as his rough fingers brushed the wound. She echoed her own words, "So this is how it is." She glanced at him once before leaving, her hurt leaving a hole in his heart.
She left the shop, tears stinging in her eyes. Her actions had been rash, but what was one to do when jealously struck hard? Fight.
Her Will had done this. He promised, she thought miserably, climbing the stairs to her bedroom, he promised.
He'd never break her heart. That thought in her mind, she stared out to the sea. Decided, she pulled out her only suitcase, and began to pack. She would leave at dawn.
Back at the forge.
Will stared out the window, watching the sky fall to darkness. He had been to the governor's house, and turned away, despite his pleads. She did not wish to see him. He stared at his hands, his fingertips still stained with his loved one's blood. Thoughts overwhelmed his mind, one surfacing above the others, slow as the moon's rise over the horizon. He would go to her. By her window, if needed. Iron gates and guards armed with steel would not stop love this night. After all, he helped build and arm them.
As he approached the impressive home, he stopped short, seeing the thick rope that hung down. His blood boiled at the thought that she might have a visitor. A male visitor. One not too unlike himself. That was what worried him.
He scaled the hanging rope, up and over the balcony, and into her room. Her empty room. Her bed was made, and after searching it, he found that she had taken food, clothes and valuables, nothing more. He sat, dejected on the bed. She was gone.
Glancing over at the nearby writing desk, he caught a glimpse of two envelopes. Taking them into his hands, one was labeled with his name, the other with simply, Father.
His own was heavy, and when opened, revealed a single thin sheet of parchment.
Dear Will,
I can no longer live here in Port Royal, knowing your heart belongs to another. I am leaving on a ship for another land. Inside this envelope is a necklace. I meant to give yours to you, but I think perhaps you may not want it much longer. You may do what you wish with yours, but I will keep mine forever. There is also a ring, I cannot say it is much, but it was my mother's and I want you to have it, perhaps you might give it to your loved one. I hope you will be happy, and I want you to know my heart is and always will be yours. Goodbye Will.
Elizabeth
Shivers spread up and down his body, as he tipped the envelope open, two glittering jewels fell into his hand. One, an old-fashioned golden ring, set with a small diamond. It was exquisite, but it was the second trinket that caught his eye. It was a miniature of the golden medallion. He fingered the pointy ornament, staring out into the sea.
As if struck by lightning, he shoved the letter and it's contents into his pocket, sliding down the rope, and running to the dock as if his life depended on it. Then again, it could very well depend upon it. Reaching the dock, and out of breath, his faint hope died. No ship was sailing out of the bay, not one out of place. He would be too late, he would have gotten his hopes up, when in truth, there was no hope.
She was gone. He could do nothing. Jack's words echoed in his mind, Don't do anything stupid.
Well, he would be stupid no longer. Stupid would be staying here, mourning his loss. Stupid would be standing here, looking out to the sea, hoping she'd return. Stupid would be letting her go.
The docks were deserted at night, save a few sleepy-eyes guards. It would be simple enough, he needed only a small boat he could handle himself, until he could reach Tortuga. Picking out the nearest one, he slipped in, cut the rope that bound it to the dock, and pushed off into the horizon.
To Tortuga.
To Elizabeth.
A/N: Yeah, I know it's short, but it's my first POTC fic, so cut me some slack. I know it's a little slow right now, but it should get better, I hope. Suggestions are welcome, flamers, the door is closed, but not locked. R/R, and, um, yeah.
Disclaimer: I own nothing. All existing characters belong to.umm.Disney?
It was a fine day in Port Royal, people milling about, some aimlessly, some full of purpose. Elizabeth Swann was one of these. She made her way to a particular blacksmith's shop, basket swinging in one hand. She pushed the beaten wood door open, where the scene that met her eyes stopped her dead in her tracks.
By the window, Will sat on a worn wooden bench, next to a pretty young woman. She noticed how closely they sat, her heart filling with dread as she watched the woman lean over and his him on the cheek before getting up. It was at this point that Elizabeth dropped what she carried, the basket's contents rattling as it hit the ground.
They couple turned around at the noise, Will's face breaking out into a smile, "Elizabeth, I didn't know you were coming."
She ignored him, "Who is she?"
"She?"
Furious, she took up a sword. Her hand shook as she leveled the blade at his companion. The girl stiffened up immediately, eyeing the sharp blade at her throat. Will took a step, protecting her from Elizabeth's wrath. Jealousy ran high, "So this is how it is."
"Liz, what's wrong with you?"
"Wrong with me? I come in here, to see this." Her sword drifted dangerously in between the two.
Will began to approach her, closer and closer to her sword hand, "Elizabeth."
He took her hand, and as she struck, sword in hand, his grip twisted her wrist, forcing her to drop the weapon. She gasped as the pain set in, hurt radiating from her eyes. He took her hand in his, "Let me see it."
From her wrist flowed blood; he had let the sword cut her as he took it. She pulled away as his rough fingers brushed the wound. She echoed her own words, "So this is how it is." She glanced at him once before leaving, her hurt leaving a hole in his heart.
She left the shop, tears stinging in her eyes. Her actions had been rash, but what was one to do when jealously struck hard? Fight.
Her Will had done this. He promised, she thought miserably, climbing the stairs to her bedroom, he promised.
He'd never break her heart. That thought in her mind, she stared out to the sea. Decided, she pulled out her only suitcase, and began to pack. She would leave at dawn.
Back at the forge.
Will stared out the window, watching the sky fall to darkness. He had been to the governor's house, and turned away, despite his pleads. She did not wish to see him. He stared at his hands, his fingertips still stained with his loved one's blood. Thoughts overwhelmed his mind, one surfacing above the others, slow as the moon's rise over the horizon. He would go to her. By her window, if needed. Iron gates and guards armed with steel would not stop love this night. After all, he helped build and arm them.
As he approached the impressive home, he stopped short, seeing the thick rope that hung down. His blood boiled at the thought that she might have a visitor. A male visitor. One not too unlike himself. That was what worried him.
He scaled the hanging rope, up and over the balcony, and into her room. Her empty room. Her bed was made, and after searching it, he found that she had taken food, clothes and valuables, nothing more. He sat, dejected on the bed. She was gone.
Glancing over at the nearby writing desk, he caught a glimpse of two envelopes. Taking them into his hands, one was labeled with his name, the other with simply, Father.
His own was heavy, and when opened, revealed a single thin sheet of parchment.
Dear Will,
I can no longer live here in Port Royal, knowing your heart belongs to another. I am leaving on a ship for another land. Inside this envelope is a necklace. I meant to give yours to you, but I think perhaps you may not want it much longer. You may do what you wish with yours, but I will keep mine forever. There is also a ring, I cannot say it is much, but it was my mother's and I want you to have it, perhaps you might give it to your loved one. I hope you will be happy, and I want you to know my heart is and always will be yours. Goodbye Will.
Elizabeth
Shivers spread up and down his body, as he tipped the envelope open, two glittering jewels fell into his hand. One, an old-fashioned golden ring, set with a small diamond. It was exquisite, but it was the second trinket that caught his eye. It was a miniature of the golden medallion. He fingered the pointy ornament, staring out into the sea.
As if struck by lightning, he shoved the letter and it's contents into his pocket, sliding down the rope, and running to the dock as if his life depended on it. Then again, it could very well depend upon it. Reaching the dock, and out of breath, his faint hope died. No ship was sailing out of the bay, not one out of place. He would be too late, he would have gotten his hopes up, when in truth, there was no hope.
She was gone. He could do nothing. Jack's words echoed in his mind, Don't do anything stupid.
Well, he would be stupid no longer. Stupid would be staying here, mourning his loss. Stupid would be standing here, looking out to the sea, hoping she'd return. Stupid would be letting her go.
The docks were deserted at night, save a few sleepy-eyes guards. It would be simple enough, he needed only a small boat he could handle himself, until he could reach Tortuga. Picking out the nearest one, he slipped in, cut the rope that bound it to the dock, and pushed off into the horizon.
To Tortuga.
To Elizabeth.
A/N: Yeah, I know it's short, but it's my first POTC fic, so cut me some slack. I know it's a little slow right now, but it should get better, I hope. Suggestions are welcome, flamers, the door is closed, but not locked. R/R, and, um, yeah.