***FOUR YEARS LATER***
William Turner walked down the lively streets of Port Royal. He breathed in the fresh air. He smelled the bread from the bakery shop down the street. He felt the warm breeze blow his shoulder-length hair across his face. He was happy to finally be back.
The first thing he did was walk to the man with the list of Port Royal citizens.
"Name?" the man asked.
"William Turner." Will replied proudly.
"Turner... the man muttered. Ah! I see... so you've been here before?" he asked.
"Aye." Will replied, "I was wondering if you could help me."
"I'll try, sir." he replied.
"I'm looking for a woman, about my age, named Elizabeth Swann. Do you know of her whereabouts?" he asked.
"I can look into it, sir." he said, as he took out a scroll, "Swann.... Swann.... he muttered to himself. Ah!"
Will looked at him, anxiously.
"I see a Governor Weatherby Swann... but no Elizabeth." he said.
"Yes! Governor Swann! His daughter, do you know her?" Will asked anxiously.
"I'm sorry sir, I'm new here; just took the job about a week ago." he replied.
Will bit his lip. "What of the list of residents that have left Port Royal?" he asked.
"Aye, I'll look at that." he answered.
After a bit of searching he sighed and replied, "I'm sorry sir... she's not on either list... "
"That can't be!" Will replied, "Look again."
"Sir, I'm absolutely postive. I swear to you she is not on either list." the man replied, solumnly, "There's either a mistake or... "
"Or what?"
"Or she has... she has passed on." he replied, sadly.
Will's eyes grew wide. The thought had never occured to him that he may have been too late... too late...
"Thank-- " Will choked out, "Thank you for your assistance."
"I'm truly sorry." the man called out as Will stumbled away.
He then started runnning... not intending to go anywhere... he just... ran.
After what seemed like forever, he found himself at the beach. It was deserted.
He put his hands to his head and yelled out in anger.
Will sunk down to his knees. A lump grew in his throat that was extremely painful. His eyes grew teary... but he did not cry. He was too shocked to cry.
While Will mourned Elizabeth's death, he fell asleep.
Hours later, until darkness took over and it was quite late. He woke up.
He heard thunder. "It's going to rain." he thought to himself.
Will decided to find shelter. The first place he could think of was his old sanctuary... the blacksmith's shop.
"I wonder how Mr. Brown's doing." he thought, once again to himself.
He made his way to the blacksmiths, only to find a broken down shack with a dangling sign that squeaked as the wind blew it back and forth.
"I've lost another." he thought sadly, "But I wonder why there is no new blacksmith in Port Royal."
Just then the rain came down hard. Will opened the door. It squeaked loudly. It was quite dark inside. The only light came from the full moon shining through the window.
He saw his old swords. They were covered in dust. A half-smile came to his face as he saw them. He probably would never fully smile again, knowing that his love was now dead.
As that thought crossed his mind, he leant down to pick up and hold one of his old creations.
... but as soon as he was inches away from grasping it...
the face of a sword slapped his hand. He drew back quickly as the owner of the sword pointed it at his neck. He could not see a thing, for like I said before, it was quite dark.
"Don't touch that!" a voice said. It was strong... but not manly, "I know your intentions."
"And what," Will asked carefully, "might they be, may I ask?"
The person pointed the sword even closer to his neck.
"You're homeless; came here for shelter from the cold; and while you're at it, you're going to steal one of these fine swords to sell for bread!"
"Ah, maybe you're right." Will said, sarcastically, "but how can you know for sure?"
There was a pause.
"... who are you?" the voice asked.
"I should ask you the same question!" Will replied stubbornly, "And what YOUR intentions may be?"
"If I were you I would not mock me, especially with my sword so close to your throat."
As the person said this, he or she pushed the sword EVEN CLOSER if possible.
"What?" Will asked jokingly, "Are the matters painful?"
Just then he felt a burn in his left shoulder; he had been slashed.
"You have no idea what pain is."
"... you'd be surprised!" Will replied, as he reached for his sword.
... but the person was too quick for him.
"Step into the light!" he or she said, pointing their sword at his neck, once again.
Will did not move.
"I said," the person repeated, "STEP INTO THE LIGHT."
Will sighed and walked, slowly, backwards towards a spot of light on the ground, shining through the window.
He stepped into the moonlight, and lifted his head.
...
He heard the clang of a sword drop onto the floor.
He saw the dark figure of someone step slowly backwards.
Will was confused. "... who are you?" he asked.
There was no answer.
"I said," he repeated, "Who are you???"
Before he knew it the person stepped into the moonlight, wrapped her arms around him, and kissed him gently. He was shocked. He still had no idea who this person was... until she stepped back.
"Elizabeth!" he whispered.
She stood there, gazing at him. She was wearing a night dress and a brown overcoat. Her curls lay down freely.
She smiled, tears in her eyes. He ran to her, grabbed her around the waist and lifted her up into the air, then gently let her down, bringing her into another kiss; a kiss he had been waiting to give her for four long years that seemed like centuries. Elizabeth pulled back and cupped his face with her hands.
"I can't believe it's you!" she whispered, tears pouring down her cheek. She then glanced at his arm. "Oh... oh Will, I'm so sorry!! I... umm... here, let me help you."
She leaned down to tear off a piece of her nightdress, and gently rapped it around his wound.
After she tied the last knot, Will took his free hand and placed it gently on her cheek.
"I was afraid you were dead." he whispered, solumnly, "... why was your name not on either list?"
"Oh," Elizabeth replied, "... let's not get into matters like this right now. I want to hear about you!"
He looked confused, but let it pass.
Will told Elizabeth for hours about the past four years of his life. He told her how Jack and his crew's escape attempt actually worked. How he had killed Bo'sun within a year after he last saw Elizabeth. How he became captain of the Pearl and looked everywhere for Jack to give the ship back to the rightful owner, but could not find him. Will then mentioned, embarrassingly, how the pirates had betrayed him and marooned him on the same island that she and Jack had been stuck on for less than forty-eight hours before. Unfortunately, Will didn't have the advantage of the entire Navy looking for him out on sea. Then Will said how, after almost two months, Jack came back with the Pearl and saved him... he never really did find out how Jack got his ship back, however.
"Will!" Elizabeth interrupted, "How did you survive for two months?!"
"Well... " he replied, "There was no rum left, so... " he glanced at her sneakily.
"I'm so sorry!" she said.
He laughed, "It's alright. The thought of you kept me alive. That I might one day return and see that beautiful, gentle, caring face again that I've loved for so long." Will cupped her face with his hand, and another tear poured down Elizabeth's cheek. Will wiped it away with his thumb.
"Elizabeth!" a cold voice yelled angrily from the door, "What's going on here?!"
Will quickly took his hand off of Elizabeth's face as both their heads turned towards.... Norrington.
"So this is what you've been doing every night?! Sneaking off to be with this man? Is this how you treat your husband?!" he yelled.
"HUSBAND?!" Will asked. His eyes wide, moving back and forth from Norrington to Elizabeth.
Elizabeth glanced at Will with a painful expression on her face.
"No, no of course not." she stuttered to Norrington, searching for excuses.
"Who is he, anyway?"
Before Will could say anything Elizabeth replied, "He's no one, just a friend."
Those words pained Will. So this is why her name was not on the list. He should have been looking for Elizabeth Norrington. Just thinking of that name made him sick to his stomach. His heart ached just as much as it did when he thought she was dead. What had been going on with Elizabeth the past four years? He realized that he had talked so much about his life that Elizabeth didn't get a chance to tell hers... or was she avoiding telling hers? Norrington kicked Will, knocking him out of his thoughts.
Will stood up, reading to fight him, but Elizabeth held him back into the darkness.
Norrington sighed. "Elizabeth," he said sternly, "You are not to see this man again, nor come to the blacksmith's shop. Will's dead, face it, he's not coming back. You're mine now and it's going to stay that way."
Will bit his lip in anger. He waited for Elizabeth to protest, but nothing came. Where was the Elizabeth he used to know? What had happened to her over the years?
Norrington then turned to the dark figure of a man next to Elizabeth. "You'd stay away from her if you knew what was best for you... and Elizabeth."
Will clenched his fists.
"Come now, Elizabeth." Norrington said, grabbing her arm harshly, turning away towards the door, "It's pouring, I have a carriage waiting."
Elizabeth reached for Will's hand while Norrington wasn't looking. He touched hers, but didn't show any sign of emotion. All he felt was anger and confusion. Everything had happened so fast. Elizabeth was married to Norrington?
As she stepped out of the door and into the moonlight, Will saw her mouth "I'm so sorry"... and could've sworn he saw tear streaks on her face.
~*~*~
Oh no! Not Elizabeth and Norrington! Poor Will! Ahhh I can't wait to write more. Hope you guys liked it! ~OceanGirl~
William Turner walked down the lively streets of Port Royal. He breathed in the fresh air. He smelled the bread from the bakery shop down the street. He felt the warm breeze blow his shoulder-length hair across his face. He was happy to finally be back.
The first thing he did was walk to the man with the list of Port Royal citizens.
"Name?" the man asked.
"William Turner." Will replied proudly.
"Turner... the man muttered. Ah! I see... so you've been here before?" he asked.
"Aye." Will replied, "I was wondering if you could help me."
"I'll try, sir." he replied.
"I'm looking for a woman, about my age, named Elizabeth Swann. Do you know of her whereabouts?" he asked.
"I can look into it, sir." he said, as he took out a scroll, "Swann.... Swann.... he muttered to himself. Ah!"
Will looked at him, anxiously.
"I see a Governor Weatherby Swann... but no Elizabeth." he said.
"Yes! Governor Swann! His daughter, do you know her?" Will asked anxiously.
"I'm sorry sir, I'm new here; just took the job about a week ago." he replied.
Will bit his lip. "What of the list of residents that have left Port Royal?" he asked.
"Aye, I'll look at that." he answered.
After a bit of searching he sighed and replied, "I'm sorry sir... she's not on either list... "
"That can't be!" Will replied, "Look again."
"Sir, I'm absolutely postive. I swear to you she is not on either list." the man replied, solumnly, "There's either a mistake or... "
"Or what?"
"Or she has... she has passed on." he replied, sadly.
Will's eyes grew wide. The thought had never occured to him that he may have been too late... too late...
"Thank-- " Will choked out, "Thank you for your assistance."
"I'm truly sorry." the man called out as Will stumbled away.
He then started runnning... not intending to go anywhere... he just... ran.
After what seemed like forever, he found himself at the beach. It was deserted.
He put his hands to his head and yelled out in anger.
Will sunk down to his knees. A lump grew in his throat that was extremely painful. His eyes grew teary... but he did not cry. He was too shocked to cry.
While Will mourned Elizabeth's death, he fell asleep.
Hours later, until darkness took over and it was quite late. He woke up.
He heard thunder. "It's going to rain." he thought to himself.
Will decided to find shelter. The first place he could think of was his old sanctuary... the blacksmith's shop.
"I wonder how Mr. Brown's doing." he thought, once again to himself.
He made his way to the blacksmiths, only to find a broken down shack with a dangling sign that squeaked as the wind blew it back and forth.
"I've lost another." he thought sadly, "But I wonder why there is no new blacksmith in Port Royal."
Just then the rain came down hard. Will opened the door. It squeaked loudly. It was quite dark inside. The only light came from the full moon shining through the window.
He saw his old swords. They were covered in dust. A half-smile came to his face as he saw them. He probably would never fully smile again, knowing that his love was now dead.
As that thought crossed his mind, he leant down to pick up and hold one of his old creations.
... but as soon as he was inches away from grasping it...
the face of a sword slapped his hand. He drew back quickly as the owner of the sword pointed it at his neck. He could not see a thing, for like I said before, it was quite dark.
"Don't touch that!" a voice said. It was strong... but not manly, "I know your intentions."
"And what," Will asked carefully, "might they be, may I ask?"
The person pointed the sword even closer to his neck.
"You're homeless; came here for shelter from the cold; and while you're at it, you're going to steal one of these fine swords to sell for bread!"
"Ah, maybe you're right." Will said, sarcastically, "but how can you know for sure?"
There was a pause.
"... who are you?" the voice asked.
"I should ask you the same question!" Will replied stubbornly, "And what YOUR intentions may be?"
"If I were you I would not mock me, especially with my sword so close to your throat."
As the person said this, he or she pushed the sword EVEN CLOSER if possible.
"What?" Will asked jokingly, "Are the matters painful?"
Just then he felt a burn in his left shoulder; he had been slashed.
"You have no idea what pain is."
"... you'd be surprised!" Will replied, as he reached for his sword.
... but the person was too quick for him.
"Step into the light!" he or she said, pointing their sword at his neck, once again.
Will did not move.
"I said," the person repeated, "STEP INTO THE LIGHT."
Will sighed and walked, slowly, backwards towards a spot of light on the ground, shining through the window.
He stepped into the moonlight, and lifted his head.
...
He heard the clang of a sword drop onto the floor.
He saw the dark figure of someone step slowly backwards.
Will was confused. "... who are you?" he asked.
There was no answer.
"I said," he repeated, "Who are you???"
Before he knew it the person stepped into the moonlight, wrapped her arms around him, and kissed him gently. He was shocked. He still had no idea who this person was... until she stepped back.
"Elizabeth!" he whispered.
She stood there, gazing at him. She was wearing a night dress and a brown overcoat. Her curls lay down freely.
She smiled, tears in her eyes. He ran to her, grabbed her around the waist and lifted her up into the air, then gently let her down, bringing her into another kiss; a kiss he had been waiting to give her for four long years that seemed like centuries. Elizabeth pulled back and cupped his face with her hands.
"I can't believe it's you!" she whispered, tears pouring down her cheek. She then glanced at his arm. "Oh... oh Will, I'm so sorry!! I... umm... here, let me help you."
She leaned down to tear off a piece of her nightdress, and gently rapped it around his wound.
After she tied the last knot, Will took his free hand and placed it gently on her cheek.
"I was afraid you were dead." he whispered, solumnly, "... why was your name not on either list?"
"Oh," Elizabeth replied, "... let's not get into matters like this right now. I want to hear about you!"
He looked confused, but let it pass.
Will told Elizabeth for hours about the past four years of his life. He told her how Jack and his crew's escape attempt actually worked. How he had killed Bo'sun within a year after he last saw Elizabeth. How he became captain of the Pearl and looked everywhere for Jack to give the ship back to the rightful owner, but could not find him. Will then mentioned, embarrassingly, how the pirates had betrayed him and marooned him on the same island that she and Jack had been stuck on for less than forty-eight hours before. Unfortunately, Will didn't have the advantage of the entire Navy looking for him out on sea. Then Will said how, after almost two months, Jack came back with the Pearl and saved him... he never really did find out how Jack got his ship back, however.
"Will!" Elizabeth interrupted, "How did you survive for two months?!"
"Well... " he replied, "There was no rum left, so... " he glanced at her sneakily.
"I'm so sorry!" she said.
He laughed, "It's alright. The thought of you kept me alive. That I might one day return and see that beautiful, gentle, caring face again that I've loved for so long." Will cupped her face with his hand, and another tear poured down Elizabeth's cheek. Will wiped it away with his thumb.
"Elizabeth!" a cold voice yelled angrily from the door, "What's going on here?!"
Will quickly took his hand off of Elizabeth's face as both their heads turned towards.... Norrington.
"So this is what you've been doing every night?! Sneaking off to be with this man? Is this how you treat your husband?!" he yelled.
"HUSBAND?!" Will asked. His eyes wide, moving back and forth from Norrington to Elizabeth.
Elizabeth glanced at Will with a painful expression on her face.
"No, no of course not." she stuttered to Norrington, searching for excuses.
"Who is he, anyway?"
Before Will could say anything Elizabeth replied, "He's no one, just a friend."
Those words pained Will. So this is why her name was not on the list. He should have been looking for Elizabeth Norrington. Just thinking of that name made him sick to his stomach. His heart ached just as much as it did when he thought she was dead. What had been going on with Elizabeth the past four years? He realized that he had talked so much about his life that Elizabeth didn't get a chance to tell hers... or was she avoiding telling hers? Norrington kicked Will, knocking him out of his thoughts.
Will stood up, reading to fight him, but Elizabeth held him back into the darkness.
Norrington sighed. "Elizabeth," he said sternly, "You are not to see this man again, nor come to the blacksmith's shop. Will's dead, face it, he's not coming back. You're mine now and it's going to stay that way."
Will bit his lip in anger. He waited for Elizabeth to protest, but nothing came. Where was the Elizabeth he used to know? What had happened to her over the years?
Norrington then turned to the dark figure of a man next to Elizabeth. "You'd stay away from her if you knew what was best for you... and Elizabeth."
Will clenched his fists.
"Come now, Elizabeth." Norrington said, grabbing her arm harshly, turning away towards the door, "It's pouring, I have a carriage waiting."
Elizabeth reached for Will's hand while Norrington wasn't looking. He touched hers, but didn't show any sign of emotion. All he felt was anger and confusion. Everything had happened so fast. Elizabeth was married to Norrington?
As she stepped out of the door and into the moonlight, Will saw her mouth "I'm so sorry"... and could've sworn he saw tear streaks on her face.
~*~*~
Oh no! Not Elizabeth and Norrington! Poor Will! Ahhh I can't wait to write more. Hope you guys liked it! ~OceanGirl~