The Last Chapter. *big orchestral music*
Yeah, well, here it is, and it should be pretty darn mushy and fluffy.
Chapter 16
-In Port Royale, Governers House-
"Elizabeth. You're awake!" Will sat bolt upright in his chair, his eyes going wide and a smile of pure relief crossing his handsome face.
"Mmm. But I'm afraid my memory is a bit hazy, Will. What happened?"
"You were stabbed. By Barrin," Will added quickly, hoping she did not think it was his doing.
"Barrin?" She slowly, sorely, sat upright, and she cocked her head at him reflectively. "Ah, yes. I remember now. Is he... he's dead, isn't he? Are the others all right?"
"Everyone is fine, Elizabeth, but yes, Barrin is dead. But the main question is, are you fine? It's been terrible, waiting for you to awake. I was afraid you might not wake up-" He was cut off abruptly as she leaned forward and laid her lips against his.
When she broke away, Will was flushing, and he appeared quite flustered. "Elizabeth! That's- that's hardly proper!"
"But it was proper in the brig of the Seastorm?" she responded mischievously, only adding to poor Will's disconcertion.
"That was quite different."
"How so?"
Will was hushed, then he smiled hesitantly at her. "You know it is different, Elizabeth. We're back in Port Royale, now. Your father, why, he could be coming up the stairs right this moment!"
Elizabeth looked away from him. "What, then, Will? That's it?"
"You must understand, Elizabeth, I am doing this for you. I have nothing to offer, no money, no nice home. I could never give you all the things you deserved." Will gazed at her with pleading eyes, begging, she realized, for her not to be angry.
Unfortunately, she was quite angry. She turned back to face him, and poked him sharply in the chest. "Do you love me, Will Turner?"
"Do I love you?" Will coughed lightly, and, in a feeble attempt to cover up his feelings, shrugged. "Well, I'd never really thought about it," he lied quickly, though instantly realized it was a terrible thing to say.
"Fine, then. If you'll excuse me, I think you should leave." she snapped curtly, and flopped back on her bed. Of course, the wound on her back caused her to gasp at the jolting pain.
"Are you all right?" Will, who had been halfway to the door (with quite a heavy heart, one might add) could not just leave her there in pain.
"I am quite fine, thank you. I asked you to leave me in private, now please do so." Apparently, she refused now to let him see her in any sort of pain, physical or emotional. She pressed her eyelieds tight together, biting her lower lip and rolling over to she was not leaning on the injury.
Her eyelids flickered open as Will took her hand. There he was, back by her side, most likely to make more apologies. "I'm sorry, Elizabeth." Yes, she was right. She sighed heavily and began to snub him, quite effectively, not quite caring how immature it was.
"No, I mean... I'm sorry for what I said. I shouldn't have said it." Will ran his fingers gently across hers. "I do love you, Elizabeth. Very much."
She sat up to face him, and her eyes were shining. "I love you too, Will." He drew her gently towards him, and they embraced. Will touched his lips to hers, slowly, softly, unsure of himself. She pulled him closer, and soon the two were snuggled together. Will pressed his lips softly into Elizabeth's hair, then lifted her chin for another kiss.
"Ahem."
The two looked up towards the door. Will mentally ran through every curse he knew, as Elizabeth's father stood, surveying them with an amused sort of air.
"Hello father," Elizabeth murmured, somewhat shamefaced. Being caught snuggling in her room with the local blacksmiths apprentice... that was no good!
"Well, Mr Turner, were you planning on telling me my daughter was revived?" The governer put on a stern face, though secretly, he'd always known such a thing would happen. "No matter," he added, before stepping forward to kiss his daughter on the cheek. "It is good to see you better." With a trustful glance at Will, he hurried from the room.
Will stroked Elizabeth's locks gently. "I never thought the governers daughter would love me, a blacksmith."
"A pirate," she protested gently. "And I've always loved you."
He smiled at her, and then their feelings needed no more words, as together they sat, staring out Elizabeth's window at the blue ocean ahead. Where, no doubt, Jack Sparrow was off having all sorts of adventures. But that was of no concern to them. The perfect adventure for the happy couple was right here, together, and though the saltwater would always run in their veins, they only needed each other to calm to pounding surf.
FIN
Wow. Unbelievably sappy, cheesy, corny, dumb ending. But oh well.
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I'll write more, but this one is over. THANK YOU!
-Riddle-Me-That-