Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters in Pirates of the Caribbean, and I'm not making any money out of this. I could certainly do with a Jack Sparrow though…
A/N: This is basically a fic where our favourite damsel in distress considers which man she really loves.
Elizabeth's Musings
William Turner is a lovely man. I remember meeting him when I was so young. I was infatuated at first sight. He grew into such a wonderful man, with his charming looks and dazzling smile. He did everything within his power to save my life. He put his own life at risk for me. I don't care that he's a blacksmith, or a son of a pirate. I love him anyway.
But…
No.
I love Will Turner.
Nice lovely Will Turner.
With his charming smile.
And dazzling looks.
Or is it the other way round?
Not that it matters.
I do not like him.
I prefer Will.
Obviously.
I mean, look at this objectively. Will is nice and loving and sweet and charming and I loved him at first sight when I was a little girl. So I must be attracted to Will.
Yes.
Will.
Of course.
Not that other pirate.
No way!
He's a bad, bad man. He's perverted, and annoying, and really takes the eyeliner concept a little too far.
So I love Will.
Yes.
No.
YES!
Of course I love Will. He's nice and charming and sweet and handsome and we were all lovey dovey as children. Those sorts of couples are meant to end up together.
And couples like Jack Sparrow and me are not meant to end up together.
Lady Elizabeth Sparrow. Well, my surname would still be a bird.
It has a nice ring to it.
No.
Lady Elizabeth Turner, surely. That sounds better.
Yes, of course it does. And besides, Jack's a convict on the run! He's not allowed to get married.
That would be sick and wrong and bad and he's not as good looking as Will anyway! He's a pirate! And he's really perverted! He wears EYELINER for god sake!
So… no.
I shall end up with Will. That's how the story's meant to end.
He's rambling on about something right now.
Hmm.
I bet there's a proposition buried in there somewhere.
I really should be listening to my other half propose. This is very bad.
Instead I'm watching a ship sail away.
My heart flutters.
No it doesn't.
It so does not.
My heart is fluttering because of Will.
He's leaning forward.
Why's he leaning forward?
Oh, right.
He's trying to kiss me.
I try to stop looking at the boat.
"Elizabeth, you do know that you're marrying a blacksmith?" My father says.
Right.
Cue sap.
"I'm not marrying a blacksmith," I say. "I'm marrying a pirate,"
I look at the boat retreating away.
That would be wrong.
So I shall just have to put up with this cute little relationship.
I look at Will.
It could be considerably worse…