Elizabeth woke up to the sound of metal against metal; sword against
hammer; the clashing, yet comforting sound of Will Turner's work. She
sighed, happily, realizing she was at Will's...
... AT WILL'S?! "Oh my god" Elizabeth thought to herself, "Why am I here? What happened? Oh my god!" She stood on the floor, her head spinned and she couldn't see straight. "What's wrong with me?" she asked herself, knowing already that she did not know the answer.
Elizabeth forced herself to see straight, then realized that she was only in a shaft, and almost ran out of Will's old bedroom and into his shop. When he realized she was there, he stopped working immediately, dropping his hammer to the ground.
"Elizabeth!" he sighed, smiling, "Oh, ... I'm sorry ... did I wake you?"
"I'm fine, thank you, Will." she replied, half-smiling, "However... I'm afraid I have no recollection of what has happened... what, exactly, HAS happened, Will... ?" she asked, nervously.
"You lost conciousness." he replied simply, walking past her, to place his sword near the hot coals, "I hope you don't mind that I had to tear off your dress to get to the corset."
She gazed at him, with a sign of understanding.
"It's that damn corset of yours, Elizabeth." he said, "Last time it nearly killed you! Why did you wear it?" he asked sternly.
"Oh... " she blushed, "Well... Norrington thinks it proper to-- "
Just then an image of her being slapped harshly across the face, and Norrington's glare... everything was starting to come back to her. She blinked a few times, as Will stared at her, confused. "Oh my god... " she said for the thousandth time, almost losing her balance. Will ran towards her with his arms open, ready to catch her, but she regained it herself.
"Are you alright?" he asked, cautiously.
"Will what are you doing here? You need to go, now! He'll send you to the gallows! You must go!!" she said in one breath.
Will shook his head. "Don't worry about that now, Elizabeth." he said, "If he comes back here, I'll take care of him."
Elizabeth shook her head, "No, Will." she replied, "You and I both know that nothing's going to stop him from coming after you... and me."
Will stared at the wall, deep in thought. "Elizabeth after all that I've seen here there's no way that I could leave you, EVER!"
There was a long silence.
"You shouldn't have come here, Will." Elizabeth said softly.
"Elizabeth," Will replied, "You can say that as much as you want... but it won't ever change the fact that I'm already here, and I'll never leave Port Royal without you."
...
She gazed at him for a while, as he gently touched her cheek. Their eyes locked; their faces inched closer by the second until their lips finally locked in a passionate kiss that they had been holding back for the past four years. Elizabeth wrapped her arms around Will's neck as the kiss grew more intense.... but before they got too far, Will pushed away from her.
"No." he said, shaking his head.
Elizabeth looked at him, confused.
"Elizabeth, you're married now!" he said, "I don't care how much I hate Norrington... I don't want to be like him."
"But you're not!" Elizabeth protested.
Will sighed. "Elizabeth, that man stole you away from me... as if you were just a prize that I didn't deserve... you're so much more than that! But... I'm not. I don't derserve you, Elizabeth."
Elizabeth looked horrified. How could Will think such a thing?
"What!" she asked, shocked, "Will how can you say that!?"
"Elizabeth I'm a pirate! You're the governor's daughter; the wife of a Commodore! I now see and understand them all."
"You can't mean that, Will!... ?" Elizabeth asked, staring at him with wide eyes.
He didn't answer.
Elizabeth stood up and took a few more steps towards him.
"You... you DON'T mean that... do you?" she whispered.
Will looked at her, a sad expression grew on his face.
Elizabeth's face grew stern. She nodded slightly in response.
There was a long pause...
"I should go home... my husband will worry." she whispered, knowing that it was not true.
Will's eyes sparkled sadly. "Let me walk you -- 'tis dark out." he said, taking a step forward.
Elizabeth gently held him back. "Thank you, Will." she whispered in reply, "I'll be fine."
Will still looked reluctant.
Elizabeth tried to form a reassuring smile... but failed. Unfortunately Will noticed.
He took off his overcoat and wrapped it around her.
"Please, let me walk you?" he asked.
"I just need to be alone." Elizabeth's voice gave away and slightly cracked.
There was a painful lump in her throat, and her eyes were growing teary.
"Goodbye, Will." she was able to say as she walked out of the blacksmith shop.
Will wanted to go after her... but something inside wouldn't let him. He knew that he could not support Elizabeth... especially since, although he still worked with his swords, he was not paid. For the Governor still did not know of his return. All he had said before... he really did mean it. Even the part when he said he would not leave Port Royal without her. Will did not trust Commodore Norrington, especially after what he saw today... but she would have a better life with him. Nice dresses, food on the table, a warm bed... those were the things that Will could not give. She already had his heart...
Just then Will heard a crack of thunder, and the rain came down. It poured down hard. He could hear the pitter-patter outside of his shop. He thought of Elizabeth outside in the rain in nothing but a shaft and an old coat. He could not bear that image, and ran out of the blacksmith's shop.
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Elizabeth couldn't hold back the tears. They came down slowly at first. Then the scent of Will's jacket reminded her of him, and she cried even harder.
Hearing her faint sniffles, a man stepped silently out of a dark alley.
Elizabeth saw him, and began to walk faster. However she did not walk fast enough, for he caught up with her.
"Whas' the matter missy?" he asked. He was hairy, large, and his breath smelled of rum.
Elizabeth quickly wiped away her tears. She ignored him and was about to take another step when he held her back.
She stopped. "Let me go." she gritted through her teeth.
He ignored her and continued to speak. His teeth were black and silver.
"Aren't yeh cold out here? I've got a nice warm bed back 'ome... " he said, slyly.
Elizabeth's eyes grew wide as she realized how much stronger he was than her.
"C'mon sweet 'eart, come on home to mee nice... warm... bed."
He started pulling her rather harshly towards the alley way.
Elizabeth screamed, but he covered her mouth with his dirty hand so that it was nothing but a faint cry.
She kicked and punched, but his grasp was too strong.
He threw her against the wall. Her back ached terribly, but it was her chance to get away. She started running, but he grabbed her -- Will's -- coat. She used her old trick and slipped out of it. The drunk then grabbed her arm. She was yanked back and screamed out in pain. But she still didn't stop. She got up and ran again. Her sleeve was now torn from being pulled back so harshly. She ran like hell down the streets of the once prosperous Port Royal. She could hear the heavy footsteps behind her, but didn't dare look back.
Just then Elizabeth heard a crack of thunder, and the rain came down. It poured down hard. She could hear the pitter-patter of it. She could feel it slap her body. But she kept running. Not long after, it soaked through her shaft and she grew cold. The footsteps had stopped from behind her, and she could hear distant cursing. She did not stop, though, she kept running, afraid that he would come back.
When she was but five minutes away from her home, she slipped on a stone in the road, and flew to the ground. Her knees were skinned, her hands burned for trying to catch herself, her back ached from being thrown to the wall, and the muscle in her arm was weak from being pulled back before. She tried to get up, but failed... so she just sat there, holding her legs close to her, sitting in the rain... wishing Will was there.
She put her head in her still burning hands, and poured her heart out. She kept asking herself how things had turned out so badly. Why couldn't it be her and Will together forever, without Norrington? ... then she remembered that day... it was Norrington's choice. Norrington's choice that had ruined her life. He could've been loving and kind, and let her be with Will... but he wouldn't have it that way. She cursed him for being so stubborn and cruel.
Just then she felt someone grab her shoulder... and screamed.
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Oooo that was such a fun chapter to write!! Especially the end of it. I had a huge writer's block, could you tell? haha. I've still got a few ideas for future chapters. Hope ya'll liked this one! xoxo
-OceanGirl
... AT WILL'S?! "Oh my god" Elizabeth thought to herself, "Why am I here? What happened? Oh my god!" She stood on the floor, her head spinned and she couldn't see straight. "What's wrong with me?" she asked herself, knowing already that she did not know the answer.
Elizabeth forced herself to see straight, then realized that she was only in a shaft, and almost ran out of Will's old bedroom and into his shop. When he realized she was there, he stopped working immediately, dropping his hammer to the ground.
"Elizabeth!" he sighed, smiling, "Oh, ... I'm sorry ... did I wake you?"
"I'm fine, thank you, Will." she replied, half-smiling, "However... I'm afraid I have no recollection of what has happened... what, exactly, HAS happened, Will... ?" she asked, nervously.
"You lost conciousness." he replied simply, walking past her, to place his sword near the hot coals, "I hope you don't mind that I had to tear off your dress to get to the corset."
She gazed at him, with a sign of understanding.
"It's that damn corset of yours, Elizabeth." he said, "Last time it nearly killed you! Why did you wear it?" he asked sternly.
"Oh... " she blushed, "Well... Norrington thinks it proper to-- "
Just then an image of her being slapped harshly across the face, and Norrington's glare... everything was starting to come back to her. She blinked a few times, as Will stared at her, confused. "Oh my god... " she said for the thousandth time, almost losing her balance. Will ran towards her with his arms open, ready to catch her, but she regained it herself.
"Are you alright?" he asked, cautiously.
"Will what are you doing here? You need to go, now! He'll send you to the gallows! You must go!!" she said in one breath.
Will shook his head. "Don't worry about that now, Elizabeth." he said, "If he comes back here, I'll take care of him."
Elizabeth shook her head, "No, Will." she replied, "You and I both know that nothing's going to stop him from coming after you... and me."
Will stared at the wall, deep in thought. "Elizabeth after all that I've seen here there's no way that I could leave you, EVER!"
There was a long silence.
"You shouldn't have come here, Will." Elizabeth said softly.
"Elizabeth," Will replied, "You can say that as much as you want... but it won't ever change the fact that I'm already here, and I'll never leave Port Royal without you."
...
She gazed at him for a while, as he gently touched her cheek. Their eyes locked; their faces inched closer by the second until their lips finally locked in a passionate kiss that they had been holding back for the past four years. Elizabeth wrapped her arms around Will's neck as the kiss grew more intense.... but before they got too far, Will pushed away from her.
"No." he said, shaking his head.
Elizabeth looked at him, confused.
"Elizabeth, you're married now!" he said, "I don't care how much I hate Norrington... I don't want to be like him."
"But you're not!" Elizabeth protested.
Will sighed. "Elizabeth, that man stole you away from me... as if you were just a prize that I didn't deserve... you're so much more than that! But... I'm not. I don't derserve you, Elizabeth."
Elizabeth looked horrified. How could Will think such a thing?
"What!" she asked, shocked, "Will how can you say that!?"
"Elizabeth I'm a pirate! You're the governor's daughter; the wife of a Commodore! I now see and understand them all."
"You can't mean that, Will!... ?" Elizabeth asked, staring at him with wide eyes.
He didn't answer.
Elizabeth stood up and took a few more steps towards him.
"You... you DON'T mean that... do you?" she whispered.
Will looked at her, a sad expression grew on his face.
Elizabeth's face grew stern. She nodded slightly in response.
There was a long pause...
"I should go home... my husband will worry." she whispered, knowing that it was not true.
Will's eyes sparkled sadly. "Let me walk you -- 'tis dark out." he said, taking a step forward.
Elizabeth gently held him back. "Thank you, Will." she whispered in reply, "I'll be fine."
Will still looked reluctant.
Elizabeth tried to form a reassuring smile... but failed. Unfortunately Will noticed.
He took off his overcoat and wrapped it around her.
"Please, let me walk you?" he asked.
"I just need to be alone." Elizabeth's voice gave away and slightly cracked.
There was a painful lump in her throat, and her eyes were growing teary.
"Goodbye, Will." she was able to say as she walked out of the blacksmith shop.
Will wanted to go after her... but something inside wouldn't let him. He knew that he could not support Elizabeth... especially since, although he still worked with his swords, he was not paid. For the Governor still did not know of his return. All he had said before... he really did mean it. Even the part when he said he would not leave Port Royal without her. Will did not trust Commodore Norrington, especially after what he saw today... but she would have a better life with him. Nice dresses, food on the table, a warm bed... those were the things that Will could not give. She already had his heart...
Just then Will heard a crack of thunder, and the rain came down. It poured down hard. He could hear the pitter-patter outside of his shop. He thought of Elizabeth outside in the rain in nothing but a shaft and an old coat. He could not bear that image, and ran out of the blacksmith's shop.
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Elizabeth couldn't hold back the tears. They came down slowly at first. Then the scent of Will's jacket reminded her of him, and she cried even harder.
Hearing her faint sniffles, a man stepped silently out of a dark alley.
Elizabeth saw him, and began to walk faster. However she did not walk fast enough, for he caught up with her.
"Whas' the matter missy?" he asked. He was hairy, large, and his breath smelled of rum.
Elizabeth quickly wiped away her tears. She ignored him and was about to take another step when he held her back.
She stopped. "Let me go." she gritted through her teeth.
He ignored her and continued to speak. His teeth were black and silver.
"Aren't yeh cold out here? I've got a nice warm bed back 'ome... " he said, slyly.
Elizabeth's eyes grew wide as she realized how much stronger he was than her.
"C'mon sweet 'eart, come on home to mee nice... warm... bed."
He started pulling her rather harshly towards the alley way.
Elizabeth screamed, but he covered her mouth with his dirty hand so that it was nothing but a faint cry.
She kicked and punched, but his grasp was too strong.
He threw her against the wall. Her back ached terribly, but it was her chance to get away. She started running, but he grabbed her -- Will's -- coat. She used her old trick and slipped out of it. The drunk then grabbed her arm. She was yanked back and screamed out in pain. But she still didn't stop. She got up and ran again. Her sleeve was now torn from being pulled back so harshly. She ran like hell down the streets of the once prosperous Port Royal. She could hear the heavy footsteps behind her, but didn't dare look back.
Just then Elizabeth heard a crack of thunder, and the rain came down. It poured down hard. She could hear the pitter-patter of it. She could feel it slap her body. But she kept running. Not long after, it soaked through her shaft and she grew cold. The footsteps had stopped from behind her, and she could hear distant cursing. She did not stop, though, she kept running, afraid that he would come back.
When she was but five minutes away from her home, she slipped on a stone in the road, and flew to the ground. Her knees were skinned, her hands burned for trying to catch herself, her back ached from being thrown to the wall, and the muscle in her arm was weak from being pulled back before. She tried to get up, but failed... so she just sat there, holding her legs close to her, sitting in the rain... wishing Will was there.
She put her head in her still burning hands, and poured her heart out. She kept asking herself how things had turned out so badly. Why couldn't it be her and Will together forever, without Norrington? ... then she remembered that day... it was Norrington's choice. Norrington's choice that had ruined her life. He could've been loving and kind, and let her be with Will... but he wouldn't have it that way. She cursed him for being so stubborn and cruel.
Just then she felt someone grab her shoulder... and screamed.
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Oooo that was such a fun chapter to write!! Especially the end of it. I had a huge writer's block, could you tell? haha. I've still got a few ideas for future chapters. Hope ya'll liked this one! xoxo
-OceanGirl