Disclaimer: I DO NOT own Pirates of the Caribbean!!!! I own Chloe, etc.
you've seen who I own in the previous chapters- I'm too lazy to write it
again, so if you're interested go back and read it.
S.O.'s:
Newsie Sistahs- you know who you are! I haven't heard from you guys, but
just b/c this aint Newsie fanfic ya better get ya asses to this site and
read it dammit!!! Lol! I know Alicat will, she has a POTC story herself.
Kick some major assage Cat!!!
Dust in the Wind: Thanks for the review- I truly appreciate it. even if it is only one- but at least I can brag about how nice and good of a friend you are and have a reason to yell at my sistahs! Thanks and lylas hunnie!! Keep reviewing and recommend story to friends -lol!!
As Always: Don't let the man get ya down! Damn the man! - Empire Records FF.N writers, no matter who you are or what you write we all kick some major assage!! Lyals!!!
XoVixenXo
I looked around the room after they had left, exploring with my eyes even more of my room. It was larger than I had thought, and I noticed the balcony. I walked to it, throwing back the curtain and pulling the French doors open. A beautiful view of the sea was just outside, and for a moment I thought I could see the sails of the Black Pearl. I noticed a young man walk up the drive, stopping on the doorstep. The man was gorgeous; I noticed his wavy brown hair and what I believed to be chocolate brown eyes. I decided to get the door, or at least go down now to get a better picture of him. As I made my way, gliding down the stairs gracefully, he had already entered the corridor. He stood at the table in the middle of the room, and he looked up at me. I didn't look at him again until I reached the bottom. Slowly, I raised my eyes, almost as if I was looking up through my lashes. I saw his eyes; they were deep and meaningful, and just as I had predicted chocolate brown. Each line of his face sketched into my mind. His beautiful build accented by his button-up shirt. That's when I saw it; in his eyes I saw that same sparkle. Could it truly be who I thought it was? Was it William, my William? ***** Will was openly greeted at the home of Mister Bradley by the butler. He took his place just inside the corridor, shutting the door behind him. Not long after he had entered, the sound of footsteps marching down the stairs took over his attention. A girl with the most adoring features walked down those stairs and into his life. He had momentarily forgotten that it could most possibly be Chloe, but as fast as he had forgotten he had remembered. The girl had brown hair, and she had tiny build but only God and the Pearls' crew knew of Chloe's build now, if only he could see her eyes. Chloe's eyes weren't a stand out blue or green, they were a mix of green, gold and brown and there was a certain shine in them that reflected that gold. All of his life he made a note to study people's eyes, and not one person had that same shine. As she stopped at the bottom of the steps, her eyes lifted, her head still lowered, and stared up at him. In that moment he knew without asking, that Chloe had once again walked into his life. ********* "Mister Turner," Mister Bradley's voice echoed in the open corridor, "Just on time."
Will had a hard time taking his eyes off of Chloe, who stood before him. He barely heard what Mister Bradley was saying to him. Slowly, his head turned to face Mister Bradley.
"Yes, all twenty-five, Sir," he stated.
"Very good, very good," He replied awaiting to see one of the swords. Will only stood there, gazing up at Chloe. Only then, after hearing Mr. Bradley's cough that obviously meant he was waiting for something, did Will turn to him again.
"I'm sorry, what did you say?"
"A sword, May I see one?"
"Oh, yes, of course," William quickly pulled a sword out, allowing the commodore to examine it.
"Very well done, Mister Turner."
William smiled, "And for you, Sir. A special sword for the Commodore." Out of the box, he held a single sword wrapped in a velvet cloth. The Commodore took it ever so gratefully, with a huge smile spread across his face.
"Ah, Mister Turner, it is splendid. Please do pass along the word to your master. A work as great as this, its maker should know of its appreciation."
I stood back quiet, not being able to talk, now seeing my William once more. But after hearing this I had to speak up.
"His master?" I interrupted the two, "Charles, how do you know that he himself is not the master of that work of art?"
He gave me a stern look for calling him by his first name, but ignored it and responded, "Why he is simply an apprentice. His master would not permit him to make things that are so valuable."
I glanced over at Will whose eyes fell at not being recognized for his work. I moved my gaze back to my father, "Well, I think Mister Turner is quite capable of making such a fine instrument, and I would not doubt him." I noticed the grin covering his face now, and his eyes locked with mine. **************** Will could see the sincerity in her eyes as she told her father off. He smiled, feeling proud and respected for once.
"May I be bold enough to ask of your name?" I was about to answer when my father intervened, "Excuse me, I forgot my manners. This is my daughter, Miss Chloe Bradley."
Will's eyes glimmered with delight now not having an ounce of doubt, "Chloe... I'm William Turner."
I gladly accepted his outstretched hand. It was rough, making him seem rugged, but his sweet and gentle personality stuck out, "Will. it's a pleasure to meet you."
"The pleasure is all mine," He replied kissing my hand. His lips were warm and soft unlike his hands. Their feel made me tremble; a smile covered my face, cheek to cheek. I felt like a little giggling girl smiling shyly at her crush. Charles once again gave us "the cough" but he had to speak in order for us to remove our hands from one another.
"Come along, dear. We are to be going to the ceremony at the fort," he announced pushing Will out of the way and taking my hands.
"Ceremony? I was not informed of one," My glare focused on Mister Bradley, "I do not wish to be apart o your little festivities anymore."
"Nonsense, if you'll excuse us Mister Turner, we must be going now."
Without another word we were out the door, Will was a few steps behind. He looked on at me and I looked back, I was afraid of loosing him again even if he was in the same little city. "Goodbye," I whispered to him and I thought I could see him saying back, "Good day, C."
Dust in the Wind: Thanks for the review- I truly appreciate it. even if it is only one- but at least I can brag about how nice and good of a friend you are and have a reason to yell at my sistahs! Thanks and lylas hunnie!! Keep reviewing and recommend story to friends -lol!!
As Always: Don't let the man get ya down! Damn the man! - Empire Records FF.N writers, no matter who you are or what you write we all kick some major assage!! Lyals!!!
XoVixenXo
I looked around the room after they had left, exploring with my eyes even more of my room. It was larger than I had thought, and I noticed the balcony. I walked to it, throwing back the curtain and pulling the French doors open. A beautiful view of the sea was just outside, and for a moment I thought I could see the sails of the Black Pearl. I noticed a young man walk up the drive, stopping on the doorstep. The man was gorgeous; I noticed his wavy brown hair and what I believed to be chocolate brown eyes. I decided to get the door, or at least go down now to get a better picture of him. As I made my way, gliding down the stairs gracefully, he had already entered the corridor. He stood at the table in the middle of the room, and he looked up at me. I didn't look at him again until I reached the bottom. Slowly, I raised my eyes, almost as if I was looking up through my lashes. I saw his eyes; they were deep and meaningful, and just as I had predicted chocolate brown. Each line of his face sketched into my mind. His beautiful build accented by his button-up shirt. That's when I saw it; in his eyes I saw that same sparkle. Could it truly be who I thought it was? Was it William, my William? ***** Will was openly greeted at the home of Mister Bradley by the butler. He took his place just inside the corridor, shutting the door behind him. Not long after he had entered, the sound of footsteps marching down the stairs took over his attention. A girl with the most adoring features walked down those stairs and into his life. He had momentarily forgotten that it could most possibly be Chloe, but as fast as he had forgotten he had remembered. The girl had brown hair, and she had tiny build but only God and the Pearls' crew knew of Chloe's build now, if only he could see her eyes. Chloe's eyes weren't a stand out blue or green, they were a mix of green, gold and brown and there was a certain shine in them that reflected that gold. All of his life he made a note to study people's eyes, and not one person had that same shine. As she stopped at the bottom of the steps, her eyes lifted, her head still lowered, and stared up at him. In that moment he knew without asking, that Chloe had once again walked into his life. ********* "Mister Turner," Mister Bradley's voice echoed in the open corridor, "Just on time."
Will had a hard time taking his eyes off of Chloe, who stood before him. He barely heard what Mister Bradley was saying to him. Slowly, his head turned to face Mister Bradley.
"Yes, all twenty-five, Sir," he stated.
"Very good, very good," He replied awaiting to see one of the swords. Will only stood there, gazing up at Chloe. Only then, after hearing Mr. Bradley's cough that obviously meant he was waiting for something, did Will turn to him again.
"I'm sorry, what did you say?"
"A sword, May I see one?"
"Oh, yes, of course," William quickly pulled a sword out, allowing the commodore to examine it.
"Very well done, Mister Turner."
William smiled, "And for you, Sir. A special sword for the Commodore." Out of the box, he held a single sword wrapped in a velvet cloth. The Commodore took it ever so gratefully, with a huge smile spread across his face.
"Ah, Mister Turner, it is splendid. Please do pass along the word to your master. A work as great as this, its maker should know of its appreciation."
I stood back quiet, not being able to talk, now seeing my William once more. But after hearing this I had to speak up.
"His master?" I interrupted the two, "Charles, how do you know that he himself is not the master of that work of art?"
He gave me a stern look for calling him by his first name, but ignored it and responded, "Why he is simply an apprentice. His master would not permit him to make things that are so valuable."
I glanced over at Will whose eyes fell at not being recognized for his work. I moved my gaze back to my father, "Well, I think Mister Turner is quite capable of making such a fine instrument, and I would not doubt him." I noticed the grin covering his face now, and his eyes locked with mine. **************** Will could see the sincerity in her eyes as she told her father off. He smiled, feeling proud and respected for once.
"May I be bold enough to ask of your name?" I was about to answer when my father intervened, "Excuse me, I forgot my manners. This is my daughter, Miss Chloe Bradley."
Will's eyes glimmered with delight now not having an ounce of doubt, "Chloe... I'm William Turner."
I gladly accepted his outstretched hand. It was rough, making him seem rugged, but his sweet and gentle personality stuck out, "Will. it's a pleasure to meet you."
"The pleasure is all mine," He replied kissing my hand. His lips were warm and soft unlike his hands. Their feel made me tremble; a smile covered my face, cheek to cheek. I felt like a little giggling girl smiling shyly at her crush. Charles once again gave us "the cough" but he had to speak in order for us to remove our hands from one another.
"Come along, dear. We are to be going to the ceremony at the fort," he announced pushing Will out of the way and taking my hands.
"Ceremony? I was not informed of one," My glare focused on Mister Bradley, "I do not wish to be apart o your little festivities anymore."
"Nonsense, if you'll excuse us Mister Turner, we must be going now."
Without another word we were out the door, Will was a few steps behind. He looked on at me and I looked back, I was afraid of loosing him again even if he was in the same little city. "Goodbye," I whispered to him and I thought I could see him saying back, "Good day, C."