Summary: Before anything ever happened, William Turner discovered he has a
secret. He throws his swords at the walls of his shops to stop himself for
doing worse. Jack Sparrow is Will's friend that is not a friend but teaches
him important things along Will's journey through love.
Disclaimer: I do not own Pirates of the Caribbean or any of its contents you may see in this fic.
Chapter One: A Girl Locked Up
Elizabeth Swan entered the main entrance of her house that was too big to be a house. She passed her father in the midst of the blazing morning light. She held her breath and tucked the gold pirate's medallion into her dress.
"Good morning, Elizabeth," the governor greeted her.
She kept her mouth tightly shut and nodded. She'd never given her father the silent treatment before but she must admit, it was rather fun. She had been talking with her good friend, William Turner, the night before in the pouring rain. Elizabeth's father had questionably been leaving the house and had spotted them. Elizabeth had quickly said her goodbyes to Will and then ran full-speed to her bedroom. Her bedroom was the one place she knew she could get away in. Several locks guarded her double-doors and even a chair or two made her feel completely safe. She always felt the need to feel safe.no matter what..
Feeling as if she were a nine-year-old girl, she still said nothing to her father. Or was he just the governor?
"Elizabeth." he pressed on.
She held back tears successfully and choked out, "Good morning, father."
"A young man stopped by this morning. He said he was looking for you..Would you care to tell me what this is all about? This young man always looking for you..He's on the verge of stalking you, Miss Elizabeth-"
"His name is Will. He's a blacksmith..and a good man." Elizabeth was definitely taking a chance by saying this but she was speaking the truth.
"Elizabeth, you do remember who you are to marry, don't you?" her father questioned, catching her a bit off guard.
She almost rolled her eyes, but caught herself, almost regretting. "I am perfectly aware of who I am to marry, father. But-"
"But? I think not."
"Father, I-"
"Enough said, Elizabeth. You may go now."
Elizabeth stared at the man before her. So powerful, so important, yet so little knowledge of who his own daughter is. She could feel a tinge of hate spread across her skin as she stared into his cold gray eyes..
She stormed out of the room, not daring to breathe. She walked around the hall and exited through the backdoor in the kitchens. She took a deep breath of fresh air as she spotted the road where Will's shop lay. Elizabeth managed a smile as she caught a glimpse of it.
The governor's daughter walked down the side of the dirt road, glancing at the carriages that passed. Elizabeth now noticed that everything that was right here was everything that she missed. She was chained. Taken away from the world that she knew was waiting for her. Her faithful friend, Jack Sparrow, was not here. She wished she could see him. She wished she could talk to him about everything that was going on in her life. And it didn't even have to be him. Just anyone that could help her.rescue her..
Elizabeth came upon the little alley of shops and approached Will's. She took a few steps and peered inside the dusty windows. He was burning the ends of a few new swords that Elizabeth had never seen before. He must have just made them. she thought.
Will didn't look himself. His expression was angry and full of some kind of emotion that Elizabeth knew she could relate to. She stared with sorrow filling her eyes and mind until she shifted her gaze to his hands which were grasped onto his tools, working with so much force. Then a different color shot into her sight. A reddish brown.no.yes.red.it was covering his hands and was flowing onto the sword he was working with. Will cursed loudly and reached around for an old rag, looking panicky.
Elizabeth's eyes widened. She'd never seen Will so clumsy with his tools before. She was the best blacksmith she knew and he was always doing everything right. The sight of his blood made her queasy so she backed away from the window and slid down the wall, staring in the opposite direction of his shop.
She heard Will curse more and more. Then she heard something different. Before even looking back into the window, Elizabeth heard a loud yell and then the sound of a sword hitting a wall. It was a threatening sound and made her jump. She couldn't take it anymore; Elizabeth stood up and reached for the doorknob into the shop-
"I wouldn't do that if I were you, Elizabeth."
Elizabeth swiveled around in fright and caught sight of Jack. Jack Sparrow. Captain Jack Sparrow. Her eyes widened and she couldn't help but fling her arms around him. She hadn't seen him in forever, it seemed..
She pulled away from him quickly, almost tripping over the steps leading to Will's shop. She said with a quivering voice, "What do you mean?"
"I mean that our little Will has been going through a rough time and if you ask me, he's taking a lot of it out on his work," Jack said, apparently expecting her to ask.
"Why is he having a rough time? Is something wrong? Is he-"
"He's okay, Elizabeth...Just.just don't go in there quite yet. Is that all right, my lady?"
Elizabeth felt put out. "I guess. I just don't get why I can't go in there. Will is my friend. I was just talking to him last night in the middle of the rain. I trust him and I'm pretty sure he trusts me..So why can't I see him?"
"He has his reasons."
"And I'm guessing you know them?"
"I do, my lady."
"Well, why'd he tell you and not me?"
"Questions! Questions! Enough with the questions!"
"Jack, I'm serious."
"Fine. He just thinks his secret would be better kept with me."
"I can keep a secret! Does he think I can't keep a secret?"
Jack had obviously had enough. He had now had her practically pinned to to the door. He laid his rough hand on her delicate face and whispered, "Don't worry, Elizabeth. He's okay. Will will be back to normal with his normal will as soon as fate will allow."
"You're not funny," Elizabeth said quietly to him, although she was giggling a bit. I just don't want him to get hurt.."
"He's fine," Jack assured her once again. Elizabeth finally gave in. She was untrustworthy and she now knew it. She pushed Jack's chest forward so she could get by and walked off. It had even surprised her that Jack hadn't followed her.
What had she done? What had she done to Will to make him think she couldn't keep a secret? He knew perfectly well that Elizabeth was a good person and an amazing women that was eager for a friend. Maybe even more.
Disclaimer: I do not own Pirates of the Caribbean or any of its contents you may see in this fic.
Chapter One: A Girl Locked Up
Elizabeth Swan entered the main entrance of her house that was too big to be a house. She passed her father in the midst of the blazing morning light. She held her breath and tucked the gold pirate's medallion into her dress.
"Good morning, Elizabeth," the governor greeted her.
She kept her mouth tightly shut and nodded. She'd never given her father the silent treatment before but she must admit, it was rather fun. She had been talking with her good friend, William Turner, the night before in the pouring rain. Elizabeth's father had questionably been leaving the house and had spotted them. Elizabeth had quickly said her goodbyes to Will and then ran full-speed to her bedroom. Her bedroom was the one place she knew she could get away in. Several locks guarded her double-doors and even a chair or two made her feel completely safe. She always felt the need to feel safe.no matter what..
Feeling as if she were a nine-year-old girl, she still said nothing to her father. Or was he just the governor?
"Elizabeth." he pressed on.
She held back tears successfully and choked out, "Good morning, father."
"A young man stopped by this morning. He said he was looking for you..Would you care to tell me what this is all about? This young man always looking for you..He's on the verge of stalking you, Miss Elizabeth-"
"His name is Will. He's a blacksmith..and a good man." Elizabeth was definitely taking a chance by saying this but she was speaking the truth.
"Elizabeth, you do remember who you are to marry, don't you?" her father questioned, catching her a bit off guard.
She almost rolled her eyes, but caught herself, almost regretting. "I am perfectly aware of who I am to marry, father. But-"
"But? I think not."
"Father, I-"
"Enough said, Elizabeth. You may go now."
Elizabeth stared at the man before her. So powerful, so important, yet so little knowledge of who his own daughter is. She could feel a tinge of hate spread across her skin as she stared into his cold gray eyes..
She stormed out of the room, not daring to breathe. She walked around the hall and exited through the backdoor in the kitchens. She took a deep breath of fresh air as she spotted the road where Will's shop lay. Elizabeth managed a smile as she caught a glimpse of it.
The governor's daughter walked down the side of the dirt road, glancing at the carriages that passed. Elizabeth now noticed that everything that was right here was everything that she missed. She was chained. Taken away from the world that she knew was waiting for her. Her faithful friend, Jack Sparrow, was not here. She wished she could see him. She wished she could talk to him about everything that was going on in her life. And it didn't even have to be him. Just anyone that could help her.rescue her..
Elizabeth came upon the little alley of shops and approached Will's. She took a few steps and peered inside the dusty windows. He was burning the ends of a few new swords that Elizabeth had never seen before. He must have just made them. she thought.
Will didn't look himself. His expression was angry and full of some kind of emotion that Elizabeth knew she could relate to. She stared with sorrow filling her eyes and mind until she shifted her gaze to his hands which were grasped onto his tools, working with so much force. Then a different color shot into her sight. A reddish brown.no.yes.red.it was covering his hands and was flowing onto the sword he was working with. Will cursed loudly and reached around for an old rag, looking panicky.
Elizabeth's eyes widened. She'd never seen Will so clumsy with his tools before. She was the best blacksmith she knew and he was always doing everything right. The sight of his blood made her queasy so she backed away from the window and slid down the wall, staring in the opposite direction of his shop.
She heard Will curse more and more. Then she heard something different. Before even looking back into the window, Elizabeth heard a loud yell and then the sound of a sword hitting a wall. It was a threatening sound and made her jump. She couldn't take it anymore; Elizabeth stood up and reached for the doorknob into the shop-
"I wouldn't do that if I were you, Elizabeth."
Elizabeth swiveled around in fright and caught sight of Jack. Jack Sparrow. Captain Jack Sparrow. Her eyes widened and she couldn't help but fling her arms around him. She hadn't seen him in forever, it seemed..
She pulled away from him quickly, almost tripping over the steps leading to Will's shop. She said with a quivering voice, "What do you mean?"
"I mean that our little Will has been going through a rough time and if you ask me, he's taking a lot of it out on his work," Jack said, apparently expecting her to ask.
"Why is he having a rough time? Is something wrong? Is he-"
"He's okay, Elizabeth...Just.just don't go in there quite yet. Is that all right, my lady?"
Elizabeth felt put out. "I guess. I just don't get why I can't go in there. Will is my friend. I was just talking to him last night in the middle of the rain. I trust him and I'm pretty sure he trusts me..So why can't I see him?"
"He has his reasons."
"And I'm guessing you know them?"
"I do, my lady."
"Well, why'd he tell you and not me?"
"Questions! Questions! Enough with the questions!"
"Jack, I'm serious."
"Fine. He just thinks his secret would be better kept with me."
"I can keep a secret! Does he think I can't keep a secret?"
Jack had obviously had enough. He had now had her practically pinned to to the door. He laid his rough hand on her delicate face and whispered, "Don't worry, Elizabeth. He's okay. Will will be back to normal with his normal will as soon as fate will allow."
"You're not funny," Elizabeth said quietly to him, although she was giggling a bit. I just don't want him to get hurt.."
"He's fine," Jack assured her once again. Elizabeth finally gave in. She was untrustworthy and she now knew it. She pushed Jack's chest forward so she could get by and walked off. It had even surprised her that Jack hadn't followed her.
What had she done? What had she done to Will to make him think she couldn't keep a secret? He knew perfectly well that Elizabeth was a good person and an amazing women that was eager for a friend. Maybe even more.