Hah! You guys are great. Alright, alright. I won't be so hard on myself. I don't know why I think I'm a horrible writer, but I do. It's a mental thing…. * blink blink* yeah.. Anyway..

I thought since I was doing my other fic with a plot, I might as well do some more pointless crap. :P And I highly doubt any of these will have anything to do with each other, considering, I want to do somefink with LITTLE WILL! Maybe this will be longer. *nods* Yesh yesh.

Disclaimer: Same as always, I own NOTHIN'!

A/N: I've no idea when Governor Swann became…governor. *smacks forehead* OH DUH! When he arrived in Port Royal. Nevermind.

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Will Turner sat quietly in the hallway outside the newly elected Governor Swann's office. He had been sitting there for nearly an hour, staring at his hands. He was going to be the blacksmith's apprentice. Mr. Brown didn't look like a very kind man, and Will, being only 11, was rather frightened of him.

He didn't want to work at the smithy; he wanted to stay in the comfort of the Governor's mansion, with Elizabeth. A smile flickered across his lips at the thought of her. She was so kind, sweet and gentle, and Will wanted never to leave her side. His heart broke as he told himself over and over again that he would hardly ever see her. He reached for the medallion his father sent him, but his hand couldn't find it. It had been a gift from his father, the last he had heard of him for two years, and he had lost it. It had meant everything to him, the only thing his father had ever given him.

Will sighed and brought his hand down from his throat. The door opened slightly and Mr. Brown and a smiling governor walked out.

"Stand up, boy," the blacksmith growled. Will shot to his feet, and gulped as the man surveyed him. He turned to the governor and nodded. "He'll do."

Will looked back and forth between the two men as they shook hands. Mr. Brown turned to leave.

"May I say goodbye to Elizabeth?" he asked quietly. Mr. Brown glared at him, and he added, "But if we have to be somewhere, it doesn't matter."

"No, no, son," Governor Swann said. "You may see her."

Will smiled and ran down the hall. He ran to the library; Elizabeth was to be having her lessons. As he reached the door, he straightened up his vest and tucked back his hair. Slowly, he opened the door and peered around it. Elizabeth was sitting quietly reading. She snapped her book shut and looked over at the sound, expecting her teacher. She relaxed when she saw Will.

"Will! How good to see you!" She frowned at Will's expression; he must have looked nervous. "What's the matter?"

"I'm going to be the blacksmith's apprentice. They've just decided."

"You don't seem to happy about that at all."

"I'm not!" he blurted out. "I-I…I don't want to work. I want to stay here with you."

Elizabeth stood up and walked over to him. "Will.." she paused, looking over at the wall. "You have to go. You can't stay here."

"I know." He looked at his feet.

"Goodbye, Will." He looked up at her.

"Goodbye," he whispered. They stood there silently for a few moments, not knowing what to do. "I'd better be going."

"Yes, that would be best."

Will nodded and left the library. Walking back down the hall, he wondered if she would ever know what she meant to him.

I'm watching over you, Will.

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Awww…how sad. *huggles little Will* I like writing random little things! They're fun! Hope to have more soon, I'm just kinda being goofy.