Kin
Part Eleven : In Which the Chapter is Short and Filler is Great
by : epiphanies
Will took Elizabeth's hand and led her onto the dance floor. The moon was out, and the sea was sparkling. This evening would prove to be more magical than anything either of them had ever experienced.
The music tinkled and they began to dance to the slow, romantic melody.
"Will?" she whispered in his neck.
"Elizabeth."
She smelled of Jasmine.
"You're a fine dancer. How did I not know?"
"We have never danced," Will grinned as they swept through the couples gracefully. She laughed.
"A blacksmith, knowing how to dance. An abomination."
"I'm also the son of a pirate," he reminded her quietly, and she frowned, "What has that to do with it?"
Will shrugged, "Oozing with charm."
She kissed him lightly then, a blush forming on her cheeks. His finger caressed her neck.
"The music's beautiful," she mused, and he nodded, "Very classy."
"Speaking of classy, I wonder where Jack has gone?"
A woman appeared at his elbow at that moment.
"Desdemona, what's the matter?"
"Have you seen Jack?" she asked concernedly, and they shook their heads.
She cursed.
"Why, what's the matter? Has he been found out?"
She started, then shook her head, "No, no. Don't worry about that, it's just that he's rather drunken and I don't trust him."
"I wouldn't either." Elizabeth nodded, "Do you want us to help you look for him?"
Desdemona smiled at her, "No, darling, you just enjoy your wedding party. I'll find Jack."
She hurried away, and Elizabeth raised her eyebrows at Will.
"I hope my father hasn't recognized him."
"No fear, he'll be fine," he reassured her, though in his heart, he wasn't so definite.