Chapter Twenty-two: The Last Rivalry

One week later…

"And why weren't you next to me when I woke up this morning?" Lissie asked Will the next morning as she came downstairs into his shop.

"A man has his reasons," replied Will, smiling. "Why?"

"I was just concerned, that's all. Usually my dreams become reality in this matter, like of us kissing, you proposing… but this one confused me."

"Why?" asked Will, suddenly concerned. "What did you dream of?"

"It was weird… you were in that old alleyway by the market, and you were kneeling on the ground, crying. And… I saw a couple of guards take Elizabeth away, she was screaming her head off, saying…" Lissie screwed up her face trying to remember it. "She said… 'I did this for you, Will! It was all for you!' and then… oh yeah, there was a gun there too, and a basket of something... I can't remember what. But… it kind of scared me."

Will walked over to her and embraced her. "It's all right. It was only a dream."

"Let's hope that's all it was."

That night…

"Where are you going?" asked Will. Lissie was just pulling on her coat.

"I should ask you the same thing," she replied.

"I've got to deliver this sword, what's your excuse?"

"I'm going to the market, you just eat through those apples!"

"Hey, I get hungry!" said Will.

"Okay, I'll probably be back before you will be, so be ready for supper."

"Sounds good, I'll see you later," said Will. Then, he kissed her. As quickly as it came, it deepened.

"Don't you have a sword to deliver?" asked Lissie after five minutes.

"What sword?" asked Will, joking. "It can wait. He said to deliver it before the sunset, and we've got plenty of time before that."

"Will… it's starting to set now," said Lissie, looking out the window.

"Then… I'll say something came up. I… hurt my ankle, and my wife is an expert healer."

Lissie put his hand in front of his mouth as if to say, "stop". "I know that you know that I don't like to go out there after dark, and we need food. So why don't you go deliver that, and I'll meet you back here, okay?"

"But…" said Will, mock pouting.

Lissie rolled her eyes as Will smiled. "You're such a little kid!" she said.

"And your point is…?" he asked.

"Don't worry, after supper I'll make it up to you," she said.

Will grinned.

* * *

Lissie was walking through the alleyway, a basket of apples slung over her arm. He'd better be back by now, but knowing him, he probably ran there and back, thought Lissie as she began to walk home. She decided to take a shortcut through the alleyway, because she wanted to get home sooner. But just as she was halfway through, the sun shown its final rays of light for the day on Port Royal. Lissie quickened her pace. As she was halfway through, she saw a figure come out of the shadows. It was Elizabeth.

"So… you're getting married to Will, are you not?" she asked.

"Yes," replied Lissie. "And you're marrying Norrington?"

Elizabeth stiffened. "Yes."

"Good for you. At least you have a man, even if he's a self obsessed pig, but then again, so are you. I'm sure you'll be very happy together, and have very…er…beautiful children."

Elizabeth's eyes narrowed, then she smiled.

"Well, I have a little wedding present for you."

She pulled a pistol out from behind her back, and pointed it at Lissie.

She dropped her basket.

"You…you wouldn't," she said, suddenly scared.

"There's still one way I can have Will."

"It's obvious he doesn't want you. He asked me to marry him."

"Everything was perfect between us until you came along. Once you're gone, everything will be perfect once more. So, any last words, the former Mrs. Turner?"

"Even if I'm gone, love never dies. And if you're the one who kills me, what makes you think Will will marry you? He'd probably strangle you, Mrs. Commodore—"

BANG.

WELL?! I know, I die! *sniffle* but still, REVIEW! I'll have the next chappy up ASAP!