A/N: Hey.I was just thinking and wanted yr opinion. Is my story, the
romance between Will/Elizabeth unfitting for the original movie? As in, is
it too fluffy for the movie or does it fit right? I'm not sure, just wanted
to know some of yr views, then I can make it better. Don't want the story
to be outta the movie; I want it to fit in. Know what I mean? If you don't,
nevamind, I'm just talking crap, wouldn't blame you. If you do, PLEASE
write in a review!!! Thanks!!!
Anywae, thanks for all yr reviews for my last chapter, I liked them a lot!
Hope you guys like this one! And I can't WAIT for my exams to end!!! Ends
next Wednesday!!!! YAY!!!! And on Friday, shopping and a pedicure with my
friends!!! OMG!!!! Hurry!!!!
Yay, yay, yay!!! Ok, I'll stop now, read pls.
Oh ya, during that time (17-18th century) there was such a thing as malaria
right? I'm not sure.
And when Elizabeth visits Will, it's on Saturday, one week before the ball.
Chapter 8:
Will looked adoringly at Elizabeth, who wore a kind of pleading, funny expression on her face.
He laughed and replied, " Of course."
In a flash, Elizabeth up on her feet, hugging him, squealing in pleasure and anticipation. He hugged her back, his strong arms encircling her slim waist protectively. She was his fairy. Or like a fairy to him, looking like one and behaving like one, always bringing him the happiness and love he needed and missed.
He had never really experienced his father's love. He was always away for long periods, returning only in the still of the night, when he was asleep, rarely catching a glimpse of him. His father went away of months, leaving his poor young mother struggling with odd jobs to provide him with a proper life that was befitted for a growing child.
Try as she might, he was often alone by himself, without the much-needed showers of love and care. She worked day and night, earning only a meager pay. But he knew that she had done her best. She often went without food, using everything just to pay for his simple education and his meals. His mother had always tried to shield him from the cruelty of the world they lived in. She had fulfilled all the duties of a mother; clothed him, feeding him, teaching him right morals, and sacrificing everything for him.
It was heartbreaking for him when she died of malaria, financially unable to seek medical help. He had wanted so badly to give her a more comfortable life when he grew up, to thank her, to show her that all she had done was good enough. Although he had never felt angry towards his father for going away, he resented the fact that he never heard from him again, after receiving the medallion.
But, now, after learning the horrible truth as a prisoner aboard the "Black Pearl", he didn't really feel anything towards his father anymore. What was there to feel? Whether he was alive or dead, he was never going to know. Maybe he didn't want to know. He wasn't sure. He was just a little sad. He had never seen him or known him as a father. Perhaps, maybe someday.
But he had Elizabeth, who was all he had ever wanted. He was satisfied. He would live in the present.
They stood for a long time in the hot smithy, their arms entwining each other, lost in a paradise belonging to them and their dreams. Elizabeth sighed blissfully. She felt so safe, so secure, so free, so herself just being close to Will. Leaning her hair on his dependable shoulder, her face in his mass of curls, his lean, tanned arms around her, pulling her near to him. At that moment, she yearned for nothing more to be his wife. But of course, Will had to take the first step; she would take the second.
Will leaned back, breaking their close embrace, supported by his hands winded tightly around her waist. He took in the sight before him. Her damp honey curls stuck against her neck and cheeks, hanging limply on her rounded shoulders. Her soft cheeks were flushed and glowed and her lips were painted a rosy pinkish-red tinge. Her elegant dress clung to her, accentuating her curves. She was not a picture of perfection and grace then. Her dress was dirty and stained and there were drops of perspiration on her face. Her hair wasn't even done up and she was rather messy.
But she was beautiful. More beautiful than when she was wearing the most expensive and finest of dresses and diamonds.
He smiled and a wave of happiness washed over him. It was wonderful to be alone for a change. Before Elizabeth had even opened her mouth of ask what he was doing, he bent his head down and put his lips on hers, kissing her with the passion that he had restrained for the 3 days he hadn't seen her.
Elizabeth's eyes widened and surprise was evident in them. Then, she closed them, kissing him back with fervor, losing herself completely. She didn't want to stop.
Will kissed her fervently, not even sure himself what had come over him. They shouldn't be doing this. It wasn't right. He should have some respect for her. They should stop. But it was so hard to control himself. Her lips tasted like strawberries and mint and she smelled like lavender and rose.
They continued in the same loving embrace for a while, against each of their better judgment, until Mr. Brown gave off a loud grunt. They jumped in shock, breaking apart, though holding each other close. Will whipped his head around. Luckily, he had not seen them; he wasn't awake. However, it jolted Elizabeth's senses out of its dreamy mode, alerting her that she had stayed too long.
She took a clean cloth and dusted her dress, trying to make it presentable. Pulling her sticky hair back, she expertly twisted it into a simple knot, sliding in her hair ornament.
Gazing longingly at Will, she stroked his cheek and gave him a quick kiss.
"I must go now. Father will be worried. See you on Saturday alright? Come early, Father will be pleased. I love you Will."
Wistfully, their intertwined fingers, one coarse, one fine, separated, and Elizabeth walked out the door.
Will stood against the doorway, watching after her departing figure closely. Then, returning back to the torturous heat, he began to make plans for the ball. He wouldn't let Elizabeth down. Never.
(On Thursday)
Barbossa stepped off his ship, his humongous hat covering nearly his whole face. He didn't want anyone to recognize him. Yet. He didn't want to alert that Sparrow. He would surely find some ridiculous way to escape the situation. Furthermore, he would most definitely know why he was looking for him. He didn't think he could withstand Sparrow slipping from his fingers again. Only two of his crew had stepped ashore onto Tortuga with him. They were big and beefy. Tattoos scrawled upon every inch of flesh available. The impact and sound of their footsteps on the sandy ground was powerful enough to awake the many drunkards lying about on the grimy streets. They scrambled away in fear, staggering to their feet, leaving their rum split on the ground, seeping into the stone.
Barbossa strode into the "Sea Maiden", hoping to find Sparrow there. It had been his favorite place for rum back then and he hoped it was now.
He ignored the many drunkards and prostitutes creating chaos in the stuffy place. It reeked of liquor and filth. It was like a thick haze.
Barbossa finally made his way through to the owner. His entourage shoving aside the slobbering bodies of men at the table, Barbossa grabbed his collar and spat.
"Now, wouldn't you happen to know where our dear Sparrow is?"
So? liked it? Too fluffy? Sorry, I know I said it wouldn't be so, but I had another bad day. Oh well, reviews?
keira
Chapter 8:
Will looked adoringly at Elizabeth, who wore a kind of pleading, funny expression on her face.
He laughed and replied, " Of course."
In a flash, Elizabeth up on her feet, hugging him, squealing in pleasure and anticipation. He hugged her back, his strong arms encircling her slim waist protectively. She was his fairy. Or like a fairy to him, looking like one and behaving like one, always bringing him the happiness and love he needed and missed.
He had never really experienced his father's love. He was always away for long periods, returning only in the still of the night, when he was asleep, rarely catching a glimpse of him. His father went away of months, leaving his poor young mother struggling with odd jobs to provide him with a proper life that was befitted for a growing child.
Try as she might, he was often alone by himself, without the much-needed showers of love and care. She worked day and night, earning only a meager pay. But he knew that she had done her best. She often went without food, using everything just to pay for his simple education and his meals. His mother had always tried to shield him from the cruelty of the world they lived in. She had fulfilled all the duties of a mother; clothed him, feeding him, teaching him right morals, and sacrificing everything for him.
It was heartbreaking for him when she died of malaria, financially unable to seek medical help. He had wanted so badly to give her a more comfortable life when he grew up, to thank her, to show her that all she had done was good enough. Although he had never felt angry towards his father for going away, he resented the fact that he never heard from him again, after receiving the medallion.
But, now, after learning the horrible truth as a prisoner aboard the "Black Pearl", he didn't really feel anything towards his father anymore. What was there to feel? Whether he was alive or dead, he was never going to know. Maybe he didn't want to know. He wasn't sure. He was just a little sad. He had never seen him or known him as a father. Perhaps, maybe someday.
But he had Elizabeth, who was all he had ever wanted. He was satisfied. He would live in the present.
They stood for a long time in the hot smithy, their arms entwining each other, lost in a paradise belonging to them and their dreams. Elizabeth sighed blissfully. She felt so safe, so secure, so free, so herself just being close to Will. Leaning her hair on his dependable shoulder, her face in his mass of curls, his lean, tanned arms around her, pulling her near to him. At that moment, she yearned for nothing more to be his wife. But of course, Will had to take the first step; she would take the second.
Will leaned back, breaking their close embrace, supported by his hands winded tightly around her waist. He took in the sight before him. Her damp honey curls stuck against her neck and cheeks, hanging limply on her rounded shoulders. Her soft cheeks were flushed and glowed and her lips were painted a rosy pinkish-red tinge. Her elegant dress clung to her, accentuating her curves. She was not a picture of perfection and grace then. Her dress was dirty and stained and there were drops of perspiration on her face. Her hair wasn't even done up and she was rather messy.
But she was beautiful. More beautiful than when she was wearing the most expensive and finest of dresses and diamonds.
He smiled and a wave of happiness washed over him. It was wonderful to be alone for a change. Before Elizabeth had even opened her mouth of ask what he was doing, he bent his head down and put his lips on hers, kissing her with the passion that he had restrained for the 3 days he hadn't seen her.
Elizabeth's eyes widened and surprise was evident in them. Then, she closed them, kissing him back with fervor, losing herself completely. She didn't want to stop.
Will kissed her fervently, not even sure himself what had come over him. They shouldn't be doing this. It wasn't right. He should have some respect for her. They should stop. But it was so hard to control himself. Her lips tasted like strawberries and mint and she smelled like lavender and rose.
They continued in the same loving embrace for a while, against each of their better judgment, until Mr. Brown gave off a loud grunt. They jumped in shock, breaking apart, though holding each other close. Will whipped his head around. Luckily, he had not seen them; he wasn't awake. However, it jolted Elizabeth's senses out of its dreamy mode, alerting her that she had stayed too long.
She took a clean cloth and dusted her dress, trying to make it presentable. Pulling her sticky hair back, she expertly twisted it into a simple knot, sliding in her hair ornament.
Gazing longingly at Will, she stroked his cheek and gave him a quick kiss.
"I must go now. Father will be worried. See you on Saturday alright? Come early, Father will be pleased. I love you Will."
Wistfully, their intertwined fingers, one coarse, one fine, separated, and Elizabeth walked out the door.
Will stood against the doorway, watching after her departing figure closely. Then, returning back to the torturous heat, he began to make plans for the ball. He wouldn't let Elizabeth down. Never.
(On Thursday)
Barbossa stepped off his ship, his humongous hat covering nearly his whole face. He didn't want anyone to recognize him. Yet. He didn't want to alert that Sparrow. He would surely find some ridiculous way to escape the situation. Furthermore, he would most definitely know why he was looking for him. He didn't think he could withstand Sparrow slipping from his fingers again. Only two of his crew had stepped ashore onto Tortuga with him. They were big and beefy. Tattoos scrawled upon every inch of flesh available. The impact and sound of their footsteps on the sandy ground was powerful enough to awake the many drunkards lying about on the grimy streets. They scrambled away in fear, staggering to their feet, leaving their rum split on the ground, seeping into the stone.
Barbossa strode into the "Sea Maiden", hoping to find Sparrow there. It had been his favorite place for rum back then and he hoped it was now.
He ignored the many drunkards and prostitutes creating chaos in the stuffy place. It reeked of liquor and filth. It was like a thick haze.
Barbossa finally made his way through to the owner. His entourage shoving aside the slobbering bodies of men at the table, Barbossa grabbed his collar and spat.
"Now, wouldn't you happen to know where our dear Sparrow is?"
So? liked it? Too fluffy? Sorry, I know I said it wouldn't be so, but I had another bad day. Oh well, reviews?
keira