A/N: THE THIRD CHAPTER!!!!! AND THERE WILL BE MORE THAN 4, AND WHY AM I
WRITING IN CAPS LOCK??? Okay, that's better. There will be more than 4
chapters, I'm bumping it up to 8 or 9. Okay, let's get this show on the
road. What happened? Will Elizabeth wake up? Read and find out!
Disclaimer: I DO NOT OWN POTC!!!!! WHY MUST YOU CONTINUE TO DOUBT ME???????
The world went dark for Elizabeth. She crumpled and fell to the ground, blood staining her dress.
"Elizabeth!" Will cried. "No!" He turned to the Commodore, fists raised, and said, "You killed her."
"So?" The Commodore retorted. "If I can't have her, no one can." He turned to leave. "Go home, Will. I'll deal with you in the morning."
Will turned from Elizabeth. His love, dead on the ground. Then, he heard a sob. It was small and weak, but it was a sob. And it meant she was alive.
"Go. Go get my father." She said, struggling for each breath.
Will needed no further encouragement. He flew past her and into the governor's house. "Governor Swann!" He yelled. "The commodore has shot Elizabeth! Hurry, sir!"
The governor hurried down the stairs. "Fetch a doctor, boy! Be quick about it! The docks? I figured as such. Hurry, boy!" And with that, the Governor disappeared into the cold, dark night.
Will shot off like a bullet into the direction of the doctor's house. "Open up!" He yelled. "Please, Elizabeth was shot! You've got to help!"
A light appeared and the doctor opened the door. "Miss Swann? Hurry, boy! Lead, which way?" Will ran toward the dock, the doctor almost stepping on his heels in his haste to get to Elizabeth. She was lying on the dock, the governor by her side, wringing his hands and muttering under his breath. The doctor dropped to his knees by her side and pulled out his stethoscope. Her heartbeat was faint and the color was draining from her face.
(A/N: Okay, I have no clue about how to heal a bullet wound, I'm trying to write what I would do. So forgive me if some of you have parents who are doctors or ER nurses or something, I have no knowledge in this. )
"Will." The doctor barked. "Come here, boy. Hold this over the wound and apply pressure."
"You want me to. I have to. WHY ME?" Will sputtered, shuffling forward a few steps.
"Hurry, Turner!" The doctor yelled. Will put pressure on the bullet wound, which didn't happen to be deep, but still. IT was life threatening.
7 hours later, the governor had gone back to bed. The doctor had gone home asnd Will had stayed in the spare bedroom at the Swann house. Or, at least until he heard the governor start snoring. Then, it was into Elizabeth's room for him.
"Don't leave me, Will." She murmured as she stared into his eyes.
"I won't." He promised. He kissed her softly. "Go to sleep. I'll be here in the morning."
"I won't be able to sleep, Will." She told him, struggling to sit up.
"Here." He said, wrapping his arms around her and pulling her into a sitting position. He held her close, kissed her, and laid her down on the bed again. She held onto his hand and he held hers until she fell asleep again. He fell asleep on the floor of Elizabeth's room, knowing that the Governor would have a fit if he knew that they'd slept in the same bed. But they hadn't, so there was no reason for him to have a fit.
In the morning, the smell of bacon and toast reached his nose. He sat up, stiff from sleeping of the floor all night, stood up, and left the room. As he left, he looked at Elizabeth's bed. She was still there, breathing peacefully. Let her sleep. He thought. She's earned it. He made his way out of the Swann house and had almost reached the front gate when the Governor's voice caught up with him.
"Will!" He called. "Would you like to stay for some breakfast?"
"I. Yes, I would. Thank you, sir." Will said, making his way back.
"Will, I want to thank you for saving my daughter's life." Governor Swann said. "Both times." I can't believe I'm actually saying this...He thought. But he needs some appreciation. There must be something I can do for him. "Will, do you need anything? A place to stay? I know the blacksmith's quarters are horrible cramped.
"No... I am fine where I am, thank you, Governor." He said. "But there is something I would like to ask you..." He gathered up the courage to keep going, knowing that the answer would probably be no. "Governor Swann, I love your daughter. There is one thing that you could do for me. I... I would like your permission to marry Elizabeth." There. It was done.
"I... I..." The governor stuttered. "Yes. You have it." WHAT??? He thought. I just let a blacksmith marry my daughter?! Well, you can plainly see that he loves her and she loves him. They will be happy together.
For a moment there was a stunned silence. Then, Will excused himself from the table and left for work, too confused about what to say. He spent the whole day making a ring for Elizabeth, since the blacksmith's pay was too meager to buy anything. He caved a tiny rose into the top of it, and was about to carve the words "I LOVE YOU" onto it when he heard someone from outside. He shoved the ring into a drawer and watched in horror as Jack entered.
A/N: EVIL WRITER'S BLOCK!!! Okay, guys, I was at camp and I ran into a metal chair, and my knee hurts. I can't get upstairs to update (the computer downstairs doesn't have internet. Sigh.) because it's so painful to climb stairs so I may not be updating for a while. I'll try to update ASAP, but I make no promises.
Disclaimer: I DO NOT OWN POTC!!!!! WHY MUST YOU CONTINUE TO DOUBT ME???????
The world went dark for Elizabeth. She crumpled and fell to the ground, blood staining her dress.
"Elizabeth!" Will cried. "No!" He turned to the Commodore, fists raised, and said, "You killed her."
"So?" The Commodore retorted. "If I can't have her, no one can." He turned to leave. "Go home, Will. I'll deal with you in the morning."
Will turned from Elizabeth. His love, dead on the ground. Then, he heard a sob. It was small and weak, but it was a sob. And it meant she was alive.
"Go. Go get my father." She said, struggling for each breath.
Will needed no further encouragement. He flew past her and into the governor's house. "Governor Swann!" He yelled. "The commodore has shot Elizabeth! Hurry, sir!"
The governor hurried down the stairs. "Fetch a doctor, boy! Be quick about it! The docks? I figured as such. Hurry, boy!" And with that, the Governor disappeared into the cold, dark night.
Will shot off like a bullet into the direction of the doctor's house. "Open up!" He yelled. "Please, Elizabeth was shot! You've got to help!"
A light appeared and the doctor opened the door. "Miss Swann? Hurry, boy! Lead, which way?" Will ran toward the dock, the doctor almost stepping on his heels in his haste to get to Elizabeth. She was lying on the dock, the governor by her side, wringing his hands and muttering under his breath. The doctor dropped to his knees by her side and pulled out his stethoscope. Her heartbeat was faint and the color was draining from her face.
(A/N: Okay, I have no clue about how to heal a bullet wound, I'm trying to write what I would do. So forgive me if some of you have parents who are doctors or ER nurses or something, I have no knowledge in this. )
"Will." The doctor barked. "Come here, boy. Hold this over the wound and apply pressure."
"You want me to. I have to. WHY ME?" Will sputtered, shuffling forward a few steps.
"Hurry, Turner!" The doctor yelled. Will put pressure on the bullet wound, which didn't happen to be deep, but still. IT was life threatening.
7 hours later, the governor had gone back to bed. The doctor had gone home asnd Will had stayed in the spare bedroom at the Swann house. Or, at least until he heard the governor start snoring. Then, it was into Elizabeth's room for him.
"Don't leave me, Will." She murmured as she stared into his eyes.
"I won't." He promised. He kissed her softly. "Go to sleep. I'll be here in the morning."
"I won't be able to sleep, Will." She told him, struggling to sit up.
"Here." He said, wrapping his arms around her and pulling her into a sitting position. He held her close, kissed her, and laid her down on the bed again. She held onto his hand and he held hers until she fell asleep again. He fell asleep on the floor of Elizabeth's room, knowing that the Governor would have a fit if he knew that they'd slept in the same bed. But they hadn't, so there was no reason for him to have a fit.
In the morning, the smell of bacon and toast reached his nose. He sat up, stiff from sleeping of the floor all night, stood up, and left the room. As he left, he looked at Elizabeth's bed. She was still there, breathing peacefully. Let her sleep. He thought. She's earned it. He made his way out of the Swann house and had almost reached the front gate when the Governor's voice caught up with him.
"Will!" He called. "Would you like to stay for some breakfast?"
"I. Yes, I would. Thank you, sir." Will said, making his way back.
"Will, I want to thank you for saving my daughter's life." Governor Swann said. "Both times." I can't believe I'm actually saying this...He thought. But he needs some appreciation. There must be something I can do for him. "Will, do you need anything? A place to stay? I know the blacksmith's quarters are horrible cramped.
"No... I am fine where I am, thank you, Governor." He said. "But there is something I would like to ask you..." He gathered up the courage to keep going, knowing that the answer would probably be no. "Governor Swann, I love your daughter. There is one thing that you could do for me. I... I would like your permission to marry Elizabeth." There. It was done.
"I... I..." The governor stuttered. "Yes. You have it." WHAT??? He thought. I just let a blacksmith marry my daughter?! Well, you can plainly see that he loves her and she loves him. They will be happy together.
For a moment there was a stunned silence. Then, Will excused himself from the table and left for work, too confused about what to say. He spent the whole day making a ring for Elizabeth, since the blacksmith's pay was too meager to buy anything. He caved a tiny rose into the top of it, and was about to carve the words "I LOVE YOU" onto it when he heard someone from outside. He shoved the ring into a drawer and watched in horror as Jack entered.
A/N: EVIL WRITER'S BLOCK!!! Okay, guys, I was at camp and I ran into a metal chair, and my knee hurts. I can't get upstairs to update (the computer downstairs doesn't have internet. Sigh.) because it's so painful to climb stairs so I may not be updating for a while. I'll try to update ASAP, but I make no promises.
