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Actually, I turned off the PS2 and began typing away. The ideas were just
there! So here is the next chapter and thank you to my reviewers.
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"How did you come to be a tavern wench anyway?" Thomas asked. Alison looked up at him, appalled by his terminology.
"Well, how did you come to visit that tavern?" she knew her question was silly but she asked it anyway. Thomas chuckled.
"I had been studying over in England and I came back home. I stopped to have a drink after we docked."
"Oh. I came to work at that tavern because my uncle is a friend of Peter, the owner. After sailing here from England, my aunt wanted me to get a job."
"Therefore you now serve drinks to men like me."
"Thomas, you are not like those men in the bar. You are more.courteous," Alison explained. Her and Thomas had been wandering throughout Port Royal and talking. They had been doing this for the past hour when they came to a door with a sign hanging above it. The sign had a hammer and an anvil and Turner was written underneath the picture.
"Alison, do you mind if we stop in for a short while. I have not seen Mr. Turner in quite some time."
"That is fine," Alison knew the surname sounded familiar but she could not put her finger on why. Thomas took her hand and led her inside the dark dusty shop. His hand felt warm against hers and set a few butterflies lose in her stomach.
"He is a pure gentleman. I think you two will get along," the two stepped inside the shop and Thomas closed the door behind them.
"I'm sure," she whispered. The young woman sounded skeptical. The shop made her slightly uncomfortable. A mule was tied up to a large wooden crane. She was unsure what it was used for. The clang of a mallet against hot metal echoed through the dirt floored room. Thomas ushered her toward the man hunched over a black anvil. His dark brown hair was tied back with a rag and some strands stuck to his sweaty face. She could tell his shirt used to be white but around the filth of the shop the shirt had become quite brown from the dirt. His sleeves were rolled up to his elbows. His brown slacks and brown shoes matched the brown environment. The man looked up at the sound of muffled footsteps.
"Good day, William," Thomas nodded his head. Alison stood slightly behind Thomas. She wanted to leave but she stood there out of politeness.
"Good day, Thomas. How've you been?" Will greeted his acquaintance. His gaze immediately fell upon Alison. Her blonde locks were gathered upon her head. Her hair reminded him of a flower arrangement with the tresses bundled together and a few curls were out of place. These curls hung down the back of her neck, for they were too short to be pulled up. She wore no make-up but her cheeks turned rosy while Will held her eyes with his own.
"This is Miss Alison Conners," Thomas introduced her, breaking the silence in the still air.
"Alison," Will's repeat of her name was more of an exclamation, "it's a pleasure to meet you," he finished. The name sounded familiar to him. Had Jack mentioned her before? Was she one of his one-night stands?
"Now that we are all acquainted, we have some catching up to do, Will," Thomas said. He looked around for some place to sit other than the barrels in the corner.
"Oh, Thomas, your father called in an order and I have it finished. Would you mind taking it to him?" Will walked over to a rack of swords in their scabbards and searched through the bundle of unique swords. Not two swords looked alike, for each hilt was different from the rest. Will picked up one of the swords and slid it halfway out of its scabbard and examined the blade.
"He is a married man, Alison. I do not think it wise for you to be making eyes at him," Thomas teased but behind the small joke he was being serious.
"I am not making eyes at him," Alison said in an attempt to defend herself. Will walked over with the sword and handed it to Thomas.
"Yes, I will deliver it to him. Thank you, William."
"Your welcome."
"Thomas," Alison looked at the blonde man standing beside her, "I told my aunt I was not going to be out long and I fear it has been long."
"I will escort you home. William, we should get together some time to catch up. Congratulations on your marriage, too," Thomas began to walk toward the door, sword in hand, and Alison was right behind him.
"Miss Conners, may I speak with you for a moment?" Will asked. Alison looked at the blacksmith and hesitantly nodded.
"I will be outside, Alison," Thomas walked out of the shop, closing the door behind him.
"Do you work at the bar in town, Alison?" Will asked.
"Yes, I do," she innocently answered. She did not want him to think she was a wench like Thomas had assumed.
"Do you know a pirate named-"
"-Jack Sparrow," Alison finished for Will. She finally understood why his name was familiar to her ears. "You must be the friend he always visits."
"You must be the wonderful bar maid."
"I am the bar maid but the wonderful bar maid is stretching the truth a bit. You are nothing like I pictured."
"I did not know a bar maid could look so proper," Will gawked. Alison did not know whether to take that as a compliment or not.
"Um...thank you," she said. "Well, Thomas is waiting outside, so I'd better get home. It was nice to meet you, Will," Alison said, breaking the short moment of silence.
"It was nice to meet you, too. You should come over sometime to meet Elizabeth. I am sure you two would have a lot to talk about," Will said, smiling. He was sure those two would get along, for he was sure Alison would have complaints about Jack just like Elizabeth.
"Sometime," Alison smiled back before disappearing through the door to the blacksmith shop. Thomas backed away from the stone wall he had been leaning against and together he and Alison began walking to Alison's home.
"What did he want to speak about?" Thomas pried. He was slightly suspicious that Will had wanted to speak to her alone and to him it felt as though he was waiting outside for a long time...
"He wanted to know if I had met one of his friends before."
"And?"
"We have a mutual friend. He also wants me to meet Elizabeth."
"A mutual friend? Who?"
"Just someone I know that comes to the bar for a drink occasionally."
"I heard Will is friends with a pirate. If that pirate ever came back to Port Royal and was captured, he would be hanging in the square in no time."
"What's the pirate's name?" panic arose in Alison. She had just come to cope with the fact that Jack was a pirate and she hoped he was not wanted in Port Royal.
"Well, any pirate that comes here and is caught will be hanged, but Commodore Norrington is specifically after Jack Sparrow. From what I have heard about him, I would like to see him hanged, as well," Thomas smiled at the thought of the captain's lifeless body dangling from a rope, although he had never officially met the man.
-Was that a little dramatic? Like corny dramatic? I'm sorry if it was. Anyway, thank you again to Leila and Toni. You guys keep me writing! *Gives each a tin of cookies* I'll try to update as soon as possible. Let's see how the ideas keep coming, shall we? Thanks again!
Disclaimer: I own zilch.
"How did you come to be a tavern wench anyway?" Thomas asked. Alison looked up at him, appalled by his terminology.
"Well, how did you come to visit that tavern?" she knew her question was silly but she asked it anyway. Thomas chuckled.
"I had been studying over in England and I came back home. I stopped to have a drink after we docked."
"Oh. I came to work at that tavern because my uncle is a friend of Peter, the owner. After sailing here from England, my aunt wanted me to get a job."
"Therefore you now serve drinks to men like me."
"Thomas, you are not like those men in the bar. You are more.courteous," Alison explained. Her and Thomas had been wandering throughout Port Royal and talking. They had been doing this for the past hour when they came to a door with a sign hanging above it. The sign had a hammer and an anvil and Turner was written underneath the picture.
"Alison, do you mind if we stop in for a short while. I have not seen Mr. Turner in quite some time."
"That is fine," Alison knew the surname sounded familiar but she could not put her finger on why. Thomas took her hand and led her inside the dark dusty shop. His hand felt warm against hers and set a few butterflies lose in her stomach.
"He is a pure gentleman. I think you two will get along," the two stepped inside the shop and Thomas closed the door behind them.
"I'm sure," she whispered. The young woman sounded skeptical. The shop made her slightly uncomfortable. A mule was tied up to a large wooden crane. She was unsure what it was used for. The clang of a mallet against hot metal echoed through the dirt floored room. Thomas ushered her toward the man hunched over a black anvil. His dark brown hair was tied back with a rag and some strands stuck to his sweaty face. She could tell his shirt used to be white but around the filth of the shop the shirt had become quite brown from the dirt. His sleeves were rolled up to his elbows. His brown slacks and brown shoes matched the brown environment. The man looked up at the sound of muffled footsteps.
"Good day, William," Thomas nodded his head. Alison stood slightly behind Thomas. She wanted to leave but she stood there out of politeness.
"Good day, Thomas. How've you been?" Will greeted his acquaintance. His gaze immediately fell upon Alison. Her blonde locks were gathered upon her head. Her hair reminded him of a flower arrangement with the tresses bundled together and a few curls were out of place. These curls hung down the back of her neck, for they were too short to be pulled up. She wore no make-up but her cheeks turned rosy while Will held her eyes with his own.
"This is Miss Alison Conners," Thomas introduced her, breaking the silence in the still air.
"Alison," Will's repeat of her name was more of an exclamation, "it's a pleasure to meet you," he finished. The name sounded familiar to him. Had Jack mentioned her before? Was she one of his one-night stands?
"Now that we are all acquainted, we have some catching up to do, Will," Thomas said. He looked around for some place to sit other than the barrels in the corner.
"Oh, Thomas, your father called in an order and I have it finished. Would you mind taking it to him?" Will walked over to a rack of swords in their scabbards and searched through the bundle of unique swords. Not two swords looked alike, for each hilt was different from the rest. Will picked up one of the swords and slid it halfway out of its scabbard and examined the blade.
"He is a married man, Alison. I do not think it wise for you to be making eyes at him," Thomas teased but behind the small joke he was being serious.
"I am not making eyes at him," Alison said in an attempt to defend herself. Will walked over with the sword and handed it to Thomas.
"Yes, I will deliver it to him. Thank you, William."
"Your welcome."
"Thomas," Alison looked at the blonde man standing beside her, "I told my aunt I was not going to be out long and I fear it has been long."
"I will escort you home. William, we should get together some time to catch up. Congratulations on your marriage, too," Thomas began to walk toward the door, sword in hand, and Alison was right behind him.
"Miss Conners, may I speak with you for a moment?" Will asked. Alison looked at the blacksmith and hesitantly nodded.
"I will be outside, Alison," Thomas walked out of the shop, closing the door behind him.
"Do you work at the bar in town, Alison?" Will asked.
"Yes, I do," she innocently answered. She did not want him to think she was a wench like Thomas had assumed.
"Do you know a pirate named-"
"-Jack Sparrow," Alison finished for Will. She finally understood why his name was familiar to her ears. "You must be the friend he always visits."
"You must be the wonderful bar maid."
"I am the bar maid but the wonderful bar maid is stretching the truth a bit. You are nothing like I pictured."
"I did not know a bar maid could look so proper," Will gawked. Alison did not know whether to take that as a compliment or not.
"Um...thank you," she said. "Well, Thomas is waiting outside, so I'd better get home. It was nice to meet you, Will," Alison said, breaking the short moment of silence.
"It was nice to meet you, too. You should come over sometime to meet Elizabeth. I am sure you two would have a lot to talk about," Will said, smiling. He was sure those two would get along, for he was sure Alison would have complaints about Jack just like Elizabeth.
"Sometime," Alison smiled back before disappearing through the door to the blacksmith shop. Thomas backed away from the stone wall he had been leaning against and together he and Alison began walking to Alison's home.
"What did he want to speak about?" Thomas pried. He was slightly suspicious that Will had wanted to speak to her alone and to him it felt as though he was waiting outside for a long time...
"He wanted to know if I had met one of his friends before."
"And?"
"We have a mutual friend. He also wants me to meet Elizabeth."
"A mutual friend? Who?"
"Just someone I know that comes to the bar for a drink occasionally."
"I heard Will is friends with a pirate. If that pirate ever came back to Port Royal and was captured, he would be hanging in the square in no time."
"What's the pirate's name?" panic arose in Alison. She had just come to cope with the fact that Jack was a pirate and she hoped he was not wanted in Port Royal.
"Well, any pirate that comes here and is caught will be hanged, but Commodore Norrington is specifically after Jack Sparrow. From what I have heard about him, I would like to see him hanged, as well," Thomas smiled at the thought of the captain's lifeless body dangling from a rope, although he had never officially met the man.
-Was that a little dramatic? Like corny dramatic? I'm sorry if it was. Anyway, thank you again to Leila and Toni. You guys keep me writing! *Gives each a tin of cookies* I'll try to update as soon as possible. Let's see how the ideas keep coming, shall we? Thanks again!