Chapter Twelve: Elizabeth vs. Elisabeth

A/N: Elisabeth is my real name… you'll find out why it ties in with everything else if you read on (although I think it's a little obvious). ON WITH THE STORY!

"Is this punishment for wanting to be the mother of Will's children?!" asked Lissie to the sky a few minutes later.

Beth snorted.

"I'll tell you one thing… if Elizabeth thinks I'm just going to sit back and watch her win Will for herself, she's got another thing coming."

"What do you have in mind?" asked Beth.

Lissie smiled. "Quite a few things, actually. Not only am I the accent master, I'm also the master of booby traps. But… I need all the help I can get."

"But won't Elizabeth tell Will that we're from you-know-where?"

"That was never part of the 'agreement'."

"Lissie, you're becoming more and more pirate every day."

"And that's a bad thing? Let's get started."

So the next few hours, being careful so that no one—least of all Elizabeth—would notice them, the worked undercover setting traps in every possible place they could think Elizabeth would go. Ten minutes after they were done, they heard footsteps going past their door, a splatting noise, and Elizabeth's shriek—oddly identical to Lissie's.

Beth and Lissie carefully avoided looking at each other; the temptation to bust out laughing was higher than the stars. But, temptation won over them, and they both burst out laughing.

"I guess she liked her little present of…uh…" began Beth.

"Waste?" (A/N: I'm not talking about trash!)

"Yeah! That's how we'll put it! Whew, cleaning all this up isn't going to be easy."

"I agree, that stuff was hard enough to gather into one bucket, put over the door…"

"If there's one thing I miss about the future, it's plumbing!" (hint hint…)

"Yeah…" footsteps. "Let's get out of here," Lissie said. "She must be in a towering temper."

Quickly and quietly… they snuck up on the deck and pretended they were there all the time by chatting with Anamaria, whom they were becoming friends with.

But back down below deck…

No doubt that ba***** Lissie did this. Is this punishment for wanting to be the mother of Will's children? Ooh, she'll pay. Elizabeth thought as she started to clean herself with some clean water and a lot of soap. When she had all of her clothes clean and she had put on a new—clean dress, washed her hair, and she was just about to change the bandage on her hand when Will came down.

"Elizabeth?"

She turned around, smiling.

"What happened?"

She chose her words carefully. "Oh, Will!" she started fake crying.

"What's wrong?" he asked, his voice full of concern.

"It… it was Lissie! She did this to me! She put the…er… waste above the door, and attached it to a string that if someone walked into it, the bucket would fall and as you can see…"

She broke out into false sobs, and Will put his arm around her. "Why would she do that?"

"She and Beth are from the future, by the sound of it, the year 2000 something."

"What?"

"Will, have I ever lied to you?"

"I… why didn't she tell me?"

"I don't know. I'm guessing that she just wants you for looks, not who you are inside. You kissed her, didn't you?"

"Yeah…" he thought back on what she had said the night before… "I wouldn't either."… Did she say that for his personality, or was she looking for a good looking man and planning to treat him like he had no feelings at all? He looked over at Elizabeth, and noticed her hand was bleeding again.

"Here, let me change that bandage for you," he said as he pulled out a rag and ripped it in half.

"You said you gave Barbossa my name as yours…why?" he asked.

"Oh, I don't know." She winced and pulled away; Will had touched the cut.

"I'm sorry. Blacksmith hands, I know they're rough."

"No…I mean yes, they are but…"

He tied the knot on the cloth.

"But don't stop."

He looked up at her, searching her face. "Elizabeth…" he whispered, moving his face slowly closer to hers.

At that moment, Lissie walked into the room, clearly this was the wrong time to be down here. She walked back up.

Will ran a hand down her chest, following the chain of the medallion.

"It's yours," said Elizabeth, taking it off her neck.

"I thought I'd lost it the day the rescued me. It was a gift from my father." He looked up at Elizabeth. "Why did you take it?"

"Because I was afraid you were a pirate. That would have been awful."

"It wasn't your blood they needed. It was my father's blood…my blood. The blood of a pirate."

"Will I'm so sorry, please forgive me."

He slammed his hand down on the table, and Elizabeth walked away, with real tears in her eyes this time.

As she was coming back up, she saw Lissie. "He's really upset now, but I'm guessing you already knew that," she said.

Lissie walked down into where Will was.

"What was that about with Elizabeth? Why did you try to kiss her?"

"You should know," he replied, his head in his hands. "You're from the future, you obviously know everything that happens here."

"What about us? What about last night?" asked Lissie, her temper rising.

"What about it? I'm curious to know what you thought about it, did you like me for my personality, or was it that you were hoping to find a good looking man and act like he has no feelings at all?"

"Look, I don't know how that got into your head, but I don't care about what's on the outside, it's what's on the inside that counts!"

"And why did you play that horrible trick on Elizabeth?"

"WHY?! I'll tell you why! Because she's jealous! Jealous of us! She heard me and Beth talking in our cabin, and our kiss came up in the conversation. She found out we're from the future, and she blackmailed me! You want to hear her exact words? 'Well, I've got bad news for you. He's mine, so back off. Stay away from him, or I'll have to tell him that you both are from the future.' What do you have to say about that?"

Will stared at her. He really didn't know what to say, or who to believe. But there was another question that was longing to come off his chest…

"Tell me something else, when were you planning to tell me that you were from the future?"

Lissie gaped at him. She hadn't really planned on telling him at all. What she said next she really hadn't planned on saying, but it came out nevertheless.

"You know, I thought there was something between us. Something good, that would bloom between us. I thought you were the best man I had ever met. You had a great personality, but now I know better."

And with that, she left, tears in her eyes mixed with anger and sadness, and she left Will all alone in the cabin, only to dwell on the thought that the two women he loved were now angry at him. The question now was… who did he love more?

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