No Reviews? Oh, I feel so alone!
Well, I'm hoping for the best, so here's chapter eight.
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"Stop it!" Aletté giggled, blushing at Williams teasing.
He smiled, pushing her fine blonde hair back behind her ears. "I'll stop when you stop." He compromised.
"Fine." She said. "But honestly, Will, where did you ever get an idea like that?"
He shrugged. "I see things."
"You saw what, exactly?"
"I saw…" Her hair fell back in front of her eyes and he pushed it away again. "I saw Jack with his arms around you." He paused. "Among other things."
"Will!" She cried with mock indignance. "Will Turner, do you think I would let that fiend of a captain even touch me?"
He raised his hands. "I saw what I saw, Aletté."
She giggled. "You saw wrong, Mr. Turner."
He stood up. "Come with me."
"What?"
"Come with me." He repeated, grabbing her hands and pulling her to her feet. "I want to show you something."
His eyes sparkled, reflecting like stars into hers. His steady hand guided her up the edge of the bow to the swan bearing. She sank down into the seat where the wings cradled both of them.
"It's beautiful." She breathed.
He smiled, brushing her blonde hair back behind her face. "I'll miss you. I guess this is our last day at sea together."
She smiled back. "Lets make it one to remember."
Will stared into her bright eyes, forgetting everything else. He leaned over, brushed her hair away with the back of his hand and embraced her lips with a kiss.
Aletté trembled. For a moment, she was too shocked to do anything. Then, as if predestined, she began to kiss him back. Passionately.
There was only one place on either of the two ships where one might spy on whomever sat in the bearing of the Ebony Swann. There, on the crows nest of the Imprintor, sat Amber NiMurrough.
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Oh, come on! If that doesn't motivate a review, I don't know what does…
Sorry, I'm all PMS-y today.
Trying to be nice, though.
-SQ
