Will didn't sleep that night. He sat up, pondering what had gone on these
past four years with Elizabeth. Had she been forced to marry Norrington?
Had she married him willingly? Did she have a child? Had he violated her in
any way? Had he hurt her? Those thoughts made him angry.
Elizabeth didn't sleep much that night either. She could never sleep with Norrington lying beside her. She tried to get out of the mansion as much as possible, but he always found her. She was always somewhere that reminded her of Will: the beach, the blacksmith's. Eventually she cried herself to sleep.
The next morning when she woke up, she was thankful to see that Norrington had already left. She got out of bed, got dressed, and ran downstairs, not caring about breakfast. Just as soon as she touched the door knob, their butler stopped her.
"Mrs Norrington," he said.
"Please," Elizabeth interrupted, "Just call me Elizabeth."
"Yes," he replied, "I'm sorry, Miss Elizabeth, Commodore Norringon requests that you meet him after lunch today by the docks, in private. He has much to discuss with you."
"Well you may tell him that I have plans." she answered, ready to go out the door.
The butler stopped her, "He says these matters are of great importance... and that he'll... worry... if you don't show up."
She sighed and rolled her eyes. "Very well then, you tell him I'll be there."
"Thank you." he replied.
Elizabeth nodded in response, then ran outside.
She didn't need a carriage, for she didn't want to make a big scene.
The dress her maid had put on her was extremely uncomfortable. She hated corsets, but Norrington insisted that she wear one. He still didn't believe that the corset was the reason of her falling off the cliff when he proposed. He claimed that it was the mere shock and excitement of his proposal.
She finally got there, and went through the back door so that she wouldn't draw attention to herself.
Elizabeth walked slowly and quietly into the now bright room. She heard the clanging of a hammer and sword that she used to hear so often back then. She smiled, remembering the older days, and walked in, unnoticed.
"Haven't you gotten any sleep?" Elizabeth interrupted.
Will jumped back, dropping his hammer. He saw Elizabeth. Sure, he had seen her last night, but it was so dark that he hadn't been able to... truly see her. She was beautiful.
Elizabeth half smiled, uncomfortably, at him.
Will tried to smile back, but after all that had happened last night, and these past four years, he couldn't bring himself to do it. He swallowed, picked up his hammer, and replied, "I wasn't tired." With that, he turned around and went back to work.
"Will," Elizabeth said, as she gently touched his shoulder, he stopped hammering for a second, "Please, don't do this."
Will thought for a moment, then shook her hand off of him and continued to hammer.
"Will just let me speak!" Elizabeth pleaded.
Will angrily picked up one of his swords and threw it harshly so that it stuck to the wall. Elizabeth jumped back worriedly. "There's nothing to say!" he yelled, "You chose Norrington instead of waiting for me, I understand. Just tell me, did you wait one, or maybe even two weeks after you recovered to forget me and throw yourself to him for support?"
Elizabeth looked shocked. "Will that's not what happened!" she yelled back, "and you know it!" unstoppable tears were now pouring down her cheeks. She had tried to stay strong, but couldn't hold them back this time.
Will turned away. Deep inside he couldn't stand seeing her cry, but above all that was his anger.
Elizabeth turned him back around and cupped his face with her hands. He still didn't look at her.
"Will," she said, sternly, "The only one I love, the only one I ever have loved... and the only one I ever will love... is you."
Will wanted to hold her tight and bring her into a passionate kiss... but he couldn't.
Elizabeth waited for a reply. Seconds later, she came to the conclusion that she wasn't going to get one... at least not yet. She gently kissed him on the lips, and slowly walked out of the blacksmith shop, her head down. As she closed the door she could hear Will yell out in anger from inside. Wiping yet another tear from her cheek, she walked to the beach.
When she got there, she went under the dock where no one would see her, sat down, and stared out at the ocean, thinking. She didn't know how long she had been out there before she fell asleep.
~*~*~
After a few more hours of hard work, and much thinking, Will decided that he couldn't ignore Elizabeth like this anymore. He knew that her marriage must not have been her fault.
"I have to find her." he thought to himself.
Dropping his hammer, he put on his coat and hat (he didn't want anyone -- Norrington-- to recognize him) and ran outside.
He decided that it would probably be best not to visit her new home or her father's home, for he would definitely be recognized there. Will started to roam around the village, looking to see if she was in shops or just walking around aimlessly, like him.
~*~*~
Elizabeth woke up abruptly in response to a rough hand pushing her rather harshly. It was Norrington.
"Elizabeth I've been looking all over for you!" he said, annoyed, "Look at you! You're filthy!" he took off his coat and wrapped it around her, "Imagine what would happen if someone saw you here? I'd never hear the end of it!" Elizabeth stood up, annoyed, sad, and tired. She realized that her hair had fallen out of place and there was sand over her dress. She didn't care though; that was the least of her worries.
Norrington's voice interrupted her thoughts, "You must not be so careless as to let this happen again." he scolded, "If you're tired then for god's sake go home and rest!"
Elizabeth rolled her eyes.
"Now, we have to talk." Norrington said, "Here, walk with me."
He reached out his hand. Seeing that Elizabeth was not going to accept it, he sighed and started walking. Elizabeth reluctantly followed.
~*~*~
After having absolutely no luck with finding Elizabeth, Will decided to go have a walk on the beach. It had always been his favorite part of Port Royal... he knew that he was meant for the sea, but after being a pirate for so long, he realized that he couldn't stand being like Barbossa or Bo'sun. Although there are some such as Jack Sparrow and his father... he was always afraid that he'd end up like the others.
Just then, he noticed two figures walking down the shore... it was Norrington and Elizabeth.
~*~*~
"I'd like to know who that man you were with last night was." Norrington asked Elizabeth.
"He was no one, just an old friend." Elizabeth replied, worriedly.
"Elizabeth tell me the truth." he scolded, grabbing her wrist rather harshly.
Elizabeth stopped abruptly. "Let go of me!" she said through her teeth.
"Not until you tell me who that scoundral was!" he gritted through his teeth as well.
Elizabeth tried to pull away, but his grasp was too tight. She kicked him as hard as she could in the shin. Let me tell you, it was HARD.
The Commodore yelled out in pain, but unfortunately, knowing of Elizabeth's intentions, did not let go of her. Instead, he came back to his senses and slapped her across the face, harder than Elizabeth had kicked him.
It was swift, and painful. However it was not the first time it had happened. Norrington was not the drunken kind of fool who'd get home every day and abuse his wife. Instead he'd hit her when she least expected it, making it more painful and surprising.
She gasped, and gently touched her burning cheek. Norrington had now let go of her, realizing what he had done in the public. He looked around to make sure that no one had seen. Luckily, no one was there. He turned back around to Elizabeth who was fighting to hold back tears.
"Be strong, be strong." she kept repeating in her head.
"Now Elizabeth," Norrington said, "We're going to do this my way. He walked up to her, realizing the fear in her eyes. Tell me who the man is, and not he, nor you will be harmed."
Elizabeth knew he was lying. She stared up at him with pure hatred in her dark brown eyes. She said nothing.
"Who is the man!" he yelled at the top of his lungs. Norrington lifted his hand to strike Elizabeth again... but his hand was held back.
Norrington turned around to see William Turner standing behind him, looking as bold as ever.
"I am." Will gritted through his teeth, punching the shocked Commodore in the face.
Norrington fell to the ground, dragging his body across the sand, trying to get away from the ghost he had just seen.
Will flung his hat to the ground so the Commodore could get a better look at his face. Norrington's eyes grew wide. Will kicked him harshly in his side. "Get up you pathetic bastard." he said.
Norrington immediately stood up. Got out of his shock, and said, "So... you're alive."
Will glared at him. "Oh yes, I'm alive."
Norrington nodded, pretending it was nothing. Then he immediately lifted his arm to hit Will... Will grabbed his arm before it reached his face. "That's not going to work on me," he then spat, "Commodore."
Norrington look from Elizabeth to Will, and stepped back and ran. Will watched him go until he was out of sight.
He turned around. "Elizabeth" he breathed, "Are you alright?"
She was crying.
He walked over to her, and sat on the cool sand. Her hair was falling out of it's formally tight bun. Her dress was covered in sand, and torn a bit at the bottom. One of her cheeks was much rosier than the other. He gently touched it.
Elizabeth winced.
"I'm sorry... " he said.
"It's not supposed to be this way, Will." she said, another tear sliding down her cheek.
Will gazed at her mournfully.
Elizabeth shook her head, and wiped away some of her tears. She sniffed and half-smiled... "Look at me." she laughed, "I'm a wreck, I... I think I need to go home... " she tried to stand up but fell, "I mean, back to my husband... you... you need to go Will I'll be fine... he knows you're here... you need to go... "
"Elizabeth are you alright?" Will asked again, more sternly.
She sighed. "Do I look like I'm alright?" Will realized that the smile on her tear streaked face was not real. "You need to go, Will. I've handled this -- him -- for four years now. I'll be fine. You need to... "
She fell into his arms, fast asleep.
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Oh my gosh you guys I am SOOOO sorry for not updating in like THREE MONTHS! I just haven't been in the writing mood, you know? Sorry!! Heehee. - Ocean Girl
Elizabeth didn't sleep much that night either. She could never sleep with Norrington lying beside her. She tried to get out of the mansion as much as possible, but he always found her. She was always somewhere that reminded her of Will: the beach, the blacksmith's. Eventually she cried herself to sleep.
The next morning when she woke up, she was thankful to see that Norrington had already left. She got out of bed, got dressed, and ran downstairs, not caring about breakfast. Just as soon as she touched the door knob, their butler stopped her.
"Mrs Norrington," he said.
"Please," Elizabeth interrupted, "Just call me Elizabeth."
"Yes," he replied, "I'm sorry, Miss Elizabeth, Commodore Norringon requests that you meet him after lunch today by the docks, in private. He has much to discuss with you."
"Well you may tell him that I have plans." she answered, ready to go out the door.
The butler stopped her, "He says these matters are of great importance... and that he'll... worry... if you don't show up."
She sighed and rolled her eyes. "Very well then, you tell him I'll be there."
"Thank you." he replied.
Elizabeth nodded in response, then ran outside.
She didn't need a carriage, for she didn't want to make a big scene.
The dress her maid had put on her was extremely uncomfortable. She hated corsets, but Norrington insisted that she wear one. He still didn't believe that the corset was the reason of her falling off the cliff when he proposed. He claimed that it was the mere shock and excitement of his proposal.
She finally got there, and went through the back door so that she wouldn't draw attention to herself.
Elizabeth walked slowly and quietly into the now bright room. She heard the clanging of a hammer and sword that she used to hear so often back then. She smiled, remembering the older days, and walked in, unnoticed.
"Haven't you gotten any sleep?" Elizabeth interrupted.
Will jumped back, dropping his hammer. He saw Elizabeth. Sure, he had seen her last night, but it was so dark that he hadn't been able to... truly see her. She was beautiful.
Elizabeth half smiled, uncomfortably, at him.
Will tried to smile back, but after all that had happened last night, and these past four years, he couldn't bring himself to do it. He swallowed, picked up his hammer, and replied, "I wasn't tired." With that, he turned around and went back to work.
"Will," Elizabeth said, as she gently touched his shoulder, he stopped hammering for a second, "Please, don't do this."
Will thought for a moment, then shook her hand off of him and continued to hammer.
"Will just let me speak!" Elizabeth pleaded.
Will angrily picked up one of his swords and threw it harshly so that it stuck to the wall. Elizabeth jumped back worriedly. "There's nothing to say!" he yelled, "You chose Norrington instead of waiting for me, I understand. Just tell me, did you wait one, or maybe even two weeks after you recovered to forget me and throw yourself to him for support?"
Elizabeth looked shocked. "Will that's not what happened!" she yelled back, "and you know it!" unstoppable tears were now pouring down her cheeks. She had tried to stay strong, but couldn't hold them back this time.
Will turned away. Deep inside he couldn't stand seeing her cry, but above all that was his anger.
Elizabeth turned him back around and cupped his face with her hands. He still didn't look at her.
"Will," she said, sternly, "The only one I love, the only one I ever have loved... and the only one I ever will love... is you."
Will wanted to hold her tight and bring her into a passionate kiss... but he couldn't.
Elizabeth waited for a reply. Seconds later, she came to the conclusion that she wasn't going to get one... at least not yet. She gently kissed him on the lips, and slowly walked out of the blacksmith shop, her head down. As she closed the door she could hear Will yell out in anger from inside. Wiping yet another tear from her cheek, she walked to the beach.
When she got there, she went under the dock where no one would see her, sat down, and stared out at the ocean, thinking. She didn't know how long she had been out there before she fell asleep.
~*~*~
After a few more hours of hard work, and much thinking, Will decided that he couldn't ignore Elizabeth like this anymore. He knew that her marriage must not have been her fault.
"I have to find her." he thought to himself.
Dropping his hammer, he put on his coat and hat (he didn't want anyone -- Norrington-- to recognize him) and ran outside.
He decided that it would probably be best not to visit her new home or her father's home, for he would definitely be recognized there. Will started to roam around the village, looking to see if she was in shops or just walking around aimlessly, like him.
~*~*~
Elizabeth woke up abruptly in response to a rough hand pushing her rather harshly. It was Norrington.
"Elizabeth I've been looking all over for you!" he said, annoyed, "Look at you! You're filthy!" he took off his coat and wrapped it around her, "Imagine what would happen if someone saw you here? I'd never hear the end of it!" Elizabeth stood up, annoyed, sad, and tired. She realized that her hair had fallen out of place and there was sand over her dress. She didn't care though; that was the least of her worries.
Norrington's voice interrupted her thoughts, "You must not be so careless as to let this happen again." he scolded, "If you're tired then for god's sake go home and rest!"
Elizabeth rolled her eyes.
"Now, we have to talk." Norrington said, "Here, walk with me."
He reached out his hand. Seeing that Elizabeth was not going to accept it, he sighed and started walking. Elizabeth reluctantly followed.
~*~*~
After having absolutely no luck with finding Elizabeth, Will decided to go have a walk on the beach. It had always been his favorite part of Port Royal... he knew that he was meant for the sea, but after being a pirate for so long, he realized that he couldn't stand being like Barbossa or Bo'sun. Although there are some such as Jack Sparrow and his father... he was always afraid that he'd end up like the others.
Just then, he noticed two figures walking down the shore... it was Norrington and Elizabeth.
~*~*~
"I'd like to know who that man you were with last night was." Norrington asked Elizabeth.
"He was no one, just an old friend." Elizabeth replied, worriedly.
"Elizabeth tell me the truth." he scolded, grabbing her wrist rather harshly.
Elizabeth stopped abruptly. "Let go of me!" she said through her teeth.
"Not until you tell me who that scoundral was!" he gritted through his teeth as well.
Elizabeth tried to pull away, but his grasp was too tight. She kicked him as hard as she could in the shin. Let me tell you, it was HARD.
The Commodore yelled out in pain, but unfortunately, knowing of Elizabeth's intentions, did not let go of her. Instead, he came back to his senses and slapped her across the face, harder than Elizabeth had kicked him.
It was swift, and painful. However it was not the first time it had happened. Norrington was not the drunken kind of fool who'd get home every day and abuse his wife. Instead he'd hit her when she least expected it, making it more painful and surprising.
She gasped, and gently touched her burning cheek. Norrington had now let go of her, realizing what he had done in the public. He looked around to make sure that no one had seen. Luckily, no one was there. He turned back around to Elizabeth who was fighting to hold back tears.
"Be strong, be strong." she kept repeating in her head.
"Now Elizabeth," Norrington said, "We're going to do this my way. He walked up to her, realizing the fear in her eyes. Tell me who the man is, and not he, nor you will be harmed."
Elizabeth knew he was lying. She stared up at him with pure hatred in her dark brown eyes. She said nothing.
"Who is the man!" he yelled at the top of his lungs. Norrington lifted his hand to strike Elizabeth again... but his hand was held back.
Norrington turned around to see William Turner standing behind him, looking as bold as ever.
"I am." Will gritted through his teeth, punching the shocked Commodore in the face.
Norrington fell to the ground, dragging his body across the sand, trying to get away from the ghost he had just seen.
Will flung his hat to the ground so the Commodore could get a better look at his face. Norrington's eyes grew wide. Will kicked him harshly in his side. "Get up you pathetic bastard." he said.
Norrington immediately stood up. Got out of his shock, and said, "So... you're alive."
Will glared at him. "Oh yes, I'm alive."
Norrington nodded, pretending it was nothing. Then he immediately lifted his arm to hit Will... Will grabbed his arm before it reached his face. "That's not going to work on me," he then spat, "Commodore."
Norrington look from Elizabeth to Will, and stepped back and ran. Will watched him go until he was out of sight.
He turned around. "Elizabeth" he breathed, "Are you alright?"
She was crying.
He walked over to her, and sat on the cool sand. Her hair was falling out of it's formally tight bun. Her dress was covered in sand, and torn a bit at the bottom. One of her cheeks was much rosier than the other. He gently touched it.
Elizabeth winced.
"I'm sorry... " he said.
"It's not supposed to be this way, Will." she said, another tear sliding down her cheek.
Will gazed at her mournfully.
Elizabeth shook her head, and wiped away some of her tears. She sniffed and half-smiled... "Look at me." she laughed, "I'm a wreck, I... I think I need to go home... " she tried to stand up but fell, "I mean, back to my husband... you... you need to go Will I'll be fine... he knows you're here... you need to go... "
"Elizabeth are you alright?" Will asked again, more sternly.
She sighed. "Do I look like I'm alright?" Will realized that the smile on her tear streaked face was not real. "You need to go, Will. I've handled this -- him -- for four years now. I'll be fine. You need to... "
She fell into his arms, fast asleep.
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Oh my gosh you guys I am SOOOO sorry for not updating in like THREE MONTHS! I just haven't been in the writing mood, you know? Sorry!! Heehee. - Ocean Girl