This chapter is from Will Turner's view.



I just helped Jack run free, and remained with Elizabeth, even after everyone left. We stood on the balcony, and together we watched the sun set.

"It's so beautiful," she murmured, pressing closer to me as a gentle breeze blew around us.

We remained out there, until one of the servants rang a bell.

"Oh, it must already be time for dinner!" Elizabeth exclaimed.

Together we walked to the Governor Swann's rather large house, and walked in to be immediately greeted by many people. I looked around and saw Governor Swann, many of the soldiers and their families, a few maids sprinkled here and there, and even Commodore Norrington. He looked especially angry to see me.

"Good evening," I said to people as I passed them, or tried to get through large groups.

Word must have spread about my act of piracy, for the people immediately moved out of my way, and many of the soldiers gave me dirty looks. The women would stare at me, then turned to their friends, whispering and giggling. I began to think that maybe I shouldn't have come. Elizabeth wouldn't have to face the embarrassment of being with me, a blacksmith pirate. I wonder what her father, the Governor Swann, will have to say about that madness.

"Good evening Elizabeth," Commodore Norrington suddenly said. He shoved himself in between my dear Elizabeth and me, and started talking to her. "How are you?" he asked.

"I am doing well. Will and I watched the sun set together," Elizabeth responded, grinning at me.

The smug look promptly slid off Norrington's face. For such an important man, he sure doesn't know how to socialize, or hide emotion, for that matter.

"Good evening, Commodore," I quickly said, doing something with my hands that barely resembled a salute.

He gave me a look of utter disgust, and walked away to mingle with everyone else. A servant, probably the same one who rang the bell earlier, rang the bell signaling for everyone to come into the lavish dining hall, and enjoy the meal together. At every seat there was a fancy name card. Elizabeth found hers, with Commodore Norrington on her left, and her father at the head of the table, which was on her right. I continued to search for my name card, which happened to not be there.

"Father, where is Will supposed to sit?" Elizabeth asked her father.

He gave me a strange look, and responded "There is only room for noblemen and friends of the family, not blacksmith pirates."

I took that as a sign to leave, which I did. Outside, the sun was still setting, but a storm was coming in. The winds began to pick up, and I almost wished I was back inside with all the people. Or on a ship with Jack Spar-er CAPTAIN Jack Sparrow. He would be quite displeased if he knew I almost forgot the CAPTAIN tacked onto the beginning of his name. I wonder how he is doing, sailing the high seas with Gibbs, and possibly Annamarie. They're probably having more fun than I am. But, fantasies are fantasies, and there is no way I could find them, and even if I did, it would be wrong to leave Elizabeth in the hands of the aristocrats. I headed back to the building in which I work, and began making some swords.

"I dedicate this one to you, Jack," I whispered into the darkness, as I made a curved pirate scimitar. Once the metal cooled down a little, but was still red, I carved a sparrow into the hilt, and wrote "Captain Jack Sparrow" around it. Next time I see the drunken pirate captain, I'll be sure to give this to him.

"Well, well, well, the smithy comes back to the smith, I see," a taunting voice said.

I spun around to face the newcomer, still holding the red hot sword in my hand.

"What are you doing here? Shouldn't you be enjoying the festivities?" I beseeched Norrington.

"I decided to finish you off. Elizabeth is mine, and everyone knows she would never fall for a blacksmith. Or a pirate. What fantasies do you play in your head?"

"This is no fantasy. Look to the truth. You will see that I have Elizabeth's heart, and she has mine."

Obviously I provoked Norrington. Not a good idea. He pulled out a rifle, and loaded it.

"Is this how you plan to win over Elizabeth?" I questioned him.

"No, but if it means I won't have your pirate ass to deal with, then it must be the right thing to do. Say goodbye."

At that moment, the wind, which had been gaining speed, due to the coming storm, blew in part of the roof. A beam from the top fell onto the Commodore, and he passed out.

"Goodbye."

I mustn't stay here. I have to get away.