Disclaimer: I do not own the original characters from pirates of the
caribbean but I do own the plot and any new characters that appear and have
full rights on them.
More sooner than later, Will was waiting for Elizabeth by the front doors wearing his blacksmith´s working clothes. It had been a while since he´d worn them but he had been told to wear something that woul not bring out attention to him and there it was: brown stuff trousers, a little coarse to the touch, a white loose shirt, grey vest, leather belt, beige leggings, plain brown shoes, and he had even switched the thin peice of ribbon that tied his hair for a strand of leather. He knew that he wouldn´t go unnoticed since many a time his former master, John Brown, had left him at charge of the blacksmithry to go for drink ( or two or three or....) at the pubs.
It hadn´t been that long ago when he had worked under that drunkard´s keep, and yet it seemed like an eternity for him. So many things had changed. Now he was with Elizabeth, he had learnt the truth about his father and how to deal with this bloodlines, he owned the blackmistry and still practiced daily( he was actually in the process of teaching Elizabeth swordsmanship whenever they could), he had been on the greatest adventure of his life, and he was again going to help out Jack Sparrow, who had also in this time become the greatest friend he had made ever.
He knew Elizabeth loved to watch the people who weren´t rich, cherished it relly, but he had curiosity of how she would make a commoner´s outfit with her precious threads or dresses in such little time and notice.
What was Jack going to ask of them anyway? What could be of such importance that he couldn´t even tell to AnaMarie or even Jimmy but had to ask them about it? What was that letter about? Now he was repeating Elizabeth´s own questions through his mind. Maybe AnaMarie was right and they needed money? No. What would that have to do with the letter in that case? The Pearl was his, always had and always would be.......at least of what he knew about. Was it possible that it wasn´t and he needed them to let him borrow some money so as to lose his prized ship? No. He would have told the crew and they would have plundered more villages with more force to make up the debt or simply capture and hold captives those debters asking for him. If it wasn´t money what ws it then? Money was the only option he could think of that wouldn´t ask for them to risk the wedding plans, or their lives. Of course, but then again what sort of secret did that letter hold that he was to inform them of its contents before the crew? Any future adventure would have been celebrated with the crew at the time of its notice. How utterly strange.
As he was thinking this he had been pacing in front of the entrance as he had once to show the Governor Norrington´s gift sword, made by his hand and had watched for the first tiem as Elizabeth glided down that staircase. It brought to him thoughts of the times that had passed these days when she had glided down them, but this time guided by his hand. When they had announced their engagement a month hence it was made to society they had come down together and the Queen of England would have given her life to look half the royalty that Elizabeth had looked him at that moment.
As he was thinking of this and staring happily at the staircase, the Governor walked in rather surprised by Will´s attire and stood man to man before him. Will relieved his gaze from the staircase and welcomed Mr. Swan.
Governor: No doubt you have readied before my daughter for this little escapade to bargain with Captain Sparrow, or am I in the wrong?
Will: * a little surprised * Why yes, how did you know we were to bargain with him?
Governor: * Patting Will on the shoulder * You are an easy mind to read my boy; you wear your heart on your sleeve. Much like I did at your age. Although I find Jack a rather troublesome character in any circumstances there was something else in your gaze that said you were worried of a certain matter, and it coincides with your meeting the Captain tonight. What, might I ask, is the matter at hand?
Will: Truthfully, sir. I can´t be sure myself. He simply mentioned the contents of a certain letter he recieved being of great importance and he had to speak with us immediately and without the crew overhearing.
Governor: * A little nervous and speaking in more of a manner as to convince himself than Will * A letter you say? A couple months ago? Oh...well, my boy...I´m sure it can´t be that grave. Possibly money and he won´t want to depress the crew or such. I´m sure of it.....I...I...I have myself an important matter to speak with Elizabeth about if she can spare time before you both leave. Do you mind?
Will: * nervous smile puzzled at the Governor* Not in the slightest. As soon as she comes she is yours firstly.
Governor: * After an akward silence* Hmm...Where did you say you were meeting with Captain Sparrow?
Will: Well, Elizabeth is really the one who has it known so when she......
In that moment Elizabeth descended the staircase rapidly, wearing a black faux velvet skirt, white leggings, leather strappers, a white blouse and garnet stuff bodice over it. She had her hair loose and was arranging it quickly into a loose chignog at the nape. Neither Will nor Governor Swan had expected her to find an outfit so fitting into the common world and obviously were dazed to find where it came from. None of the maids wore such clothing, and none of her dresses were of the fabrics that she wore now.
Governor: Elizabeth.....you look...so common.
Elizabeth: Do you wish to compliment me or insult me with that statement. * she had now finished with her hair and grabbed Will´s arm * Tell Rodgers we are deeply sorrowed not to be able to attend the dinner but we have others subjects about the wedding to attend to. And father, this dressing is just to go past unnoticed so we may talk without trouble to Jack.
Governor: Where have you kept on meeting him?
Elizabeth: Oh, in a pub near the docks.
Governor: Elizabeth...I....
Elizabeth: * Halfway out the door with Will tagging along closely behind * Don´t worry! We´ll be home at reasonable hours and won´t make too much of an entrance so as to not disturb your slumber.
Governor: But Elizabeth, I....
Will: Good evening, Mr. Swan. Sorry I cannot hold her down a second. * smiling widely * She has a fondness for mystery and adventure.
Governor: *As the door shuts before him * Elizabeth, I have a letter from your mother.....* Staring blankly at the door * You are so much like her.
A/N: Muahaha! Cliffhanger! You´ll never expect this. Lots of twists, turns, love stories, and adventure. Ooooh! An d plenty of new characters. Read n review, peez!
Hit the periwinkle button ........NOW1 Goooood booooooooy. * gives reader a milkbone and peice of chocolate cake.
More sooner than later, Will was waiting for Elizabeth by the front doors wearing his blacksmith´s working clothes. It had been a while since he´d worn them but he had been told to wear something that woul not bring out attention to him and there it was: brown stuff trousers, a little coarse to the touch, a white loose shirt, grey vest, leather belt, beige leggings, plain brown shoes, and he had even switched the thin peice of ribbon that tied his hair for a strand of leather. He knew that he wouldn´t go unnoticed since many a time his former master, John Brown, had left him at charge of the blacksmithry to go for drink ( or two or three or....) at the pubs.
It hadn´t been that long ago when he had worked under that drunkard´s keep, and yet it seemed like an eternity for him. So many things had changed. Now he was with Elizabeth, he had learnt the truth about his father and how to deal with this bloodlines, he owned the blackmistry and still practiced daily( he was actually in the process of teaching Elizabeth swordsmanship whenever they could), he had been on the greatest adventure of his life, and he was again going to help out Jack Sparrow, who had also in this time become the greatest friend he had made ever.
He knew Elizabeth loved to watch the people who weren´t rich, cherished it relly, but he had curiosity of how she would make a commoner´s outfit with her precious threads or dresses in such little time and notice.
What was Jack going to ask of them anyway? What could be of such importance that he couldn´t even tell to AnaMarie or even Jimmy but had to ask them about it? What was that letter about? Now he was repeating Elizabeth´s own questions through his mind. Maybe AnaMarie was right and they needed money? No. What would that have to do with the letter in that case? The Pearl was his, always had and always would be.......at least of what he knew about. Was it possible that it wasn´t and he needed them to let him borrow some money so as to lose his prized ship? No. He would have told the crew and they would have plundered more villages with more force to make up the debt or simply capture and hold captives those debters asking for him. If it wasn´t money what ws it then? Money was the only option he could think of that wouldn´t ask for them to risk the wedding plans, or their lives. Of course, but then again what sort of secret did that letter hold that he was to inform them of its contents before the crew? Any future adventure would have been celebrated with the crew at the time of its notice. How utterly strange.
As he was thinking this he had been pacing in front of the entrance as he had once to show the Governor Norrington´s gift sword, made by his hand and had watched for the first tiem as Elizabeth glided down that staircase. It brought to him thoughts of the times that had passed these days when she had glided down them, but this time guided by his hand. When they had announced their engagement a month hence it was made to society they had come down together and the Queen of England would have given her life to look half the royalty that Elizabeth had looked him at that moment.
As he was thinking of this and staring happily at the staircase, the Governor walked in rather surprised by Will´s attire and stood man to man before him. Will relieved his gaze from the staircase and welcomed Mr. Swan.
Governor: No doubt you have readied before my daughter for this little escapade to bargain with Captain Sparrow, or am I in the wrong?
Will: * a little surprised * Why yes, how did you know we were to bargain with him?
Governor: * Patting Will on the shoulder * You are an easy mind to read my boy; you wear your heart on your sleeve. Much like I did at your age. Although I find Jack a rather troublesome character in any circumstances there was something else in your gaze that said you were worried of a certain matter, and it coincides with your meeting the Captain tonight. What, might I ask, is the matter at hand?
Will: Truthfully, sir. I can´t be sure myself. He simply mentioned the contents of a certain letter he recieved being of great importance and he had to speak with us immediately and without the crew overhearing.
Governor: * A little nervous and speaking in more of a manner as to convince himself than Will * A letter you say? A couple months ago? Oh...well, my boy...I´m sure it can´t be that grave. Possibly money and he won´t want to depress the crew or such. I´m sure of it.....I...I...I have myself an important matter to speak with Elizabeth about if she can spare time before you both leave. Do you mind?
Will: * nervous smile puzzled at the Governor* Not in the slightest. As soon as she comes she is yours firstly.
Governor: * After an akward silence* Hmm...Where did you say you were meeting with Captain Sparrow?
Will: Well, Elizabeth is really the one who has it known so when she......
In that moment Elizabeth descended the staircase rapidly, wearing a black faux velvet skirt, white leggings, leather strappers, a white blouse and garnet stuff bodice over it. She had her hair loose and was arranging it quickly into a loose chignog at the nape. Neither Will nor Governor Swan had expected her to find an outfit so fitting into the common world and obviously were dazed to find where it came from. None of the maids wore such clothing, and none of her dresses were of the fabrics that she wore now.
Governor: Elizabeth.....you look...so common.
Elizabeth: Do you wish to compliment me or insult me with that statement. * she had now finished with her hair and grabbed Will´s arm * Tell Rodgers we are deeply sorrowed not to be able to attend the dinner but we have others subjects about the wedding to attend to. And father, this dressing is just to go past unnoticed so we may talk without trouble to Jack.
Governor: Where have you kept on meeting him?
Elizabeth: Oh, in a pub near the docks.
Governor: Elizabeth...I....
Elizabeth: * Halfway out the door with Will tagging along closely behind * Don´t worry! We´ll be home at reasonable hours and won´t make too much of an entrance so as to not disturb your slumber.
Governor: But Elizabeth, I....
Will: Good evening, Mr. Swan. Sorry I cannot hold her down a second. * smiling widely * She has a fondness for mystery and adventure.
Governor: *As the door shuts before him * Elizabeth, I have a letter from your mother.....* Staring blankly at the door * You are so much like her.
A/N: Muahaha! Cliffhanger! You´ll never expect this. Lots of twists, turns, love stories, and adventure. Ooooh! An d plenty of new characters. Read n review, peez!
Hit the periwinkle button ........NOW1 Goooood booooooooy. * gives reader a milkbone and peice of chocolate cake.