Her eyes grew wide. "Jack?!" she asked in shock.
"'Ello, love!" he said, "What's wrong?"
She didn't answer. She was so relieved to finally see someone she knew that she wrapped her arms around him.
"Woah there missy!" he said, "Give 'ol Jack a chance to breathe now!"
"Jack?!" A voice asked from behind them... Elizabeth recognized the voice.
She quickly looked back to see none other than Will.
"Why if it isn't Captain Will Turner!" Jack said, mockingly.
Will smiled at him, then looked to Elizabeth, who returned the stare.
Jack noticed the tension. "Well," he said, "As much as I'd love to stay... I've got matters of my own hand to figure out."
He then left, heading towards the bar, most likely.
"Elizabeth-- " Will started to say, when she motioned for him to stop, and [limped] into his arms, crying.
"Shhh... " Will whispered, wrapping his arms around her, "Everything's alright."
They sat on the road, which now seemed like a river, just holding each other while the rain poured down.
By then both of them were soaked through and chilled to the bone. A few minutes later, when she had cried out all her tears, Will whispered into her ear...
"Elizabeth," he said, soothingly.
"Hmm?" she replied, now quite content in his arms.
"We need to get you home, you're going to get sick." he answered.
Elizabeth thought of protesting... but she was far too tired, and needed a bed... even if it meant she had to be next to Norrington.
She sighed, and began to stand up. Will helped her... but her legs gave away... it was then he noticed her bloody knees. "What happened?" he asked, sternly.
"Oh... it's nothing... I just fell... " Elizabeth replied quietly, for she didn't want to worry him about what happened before he came.
Will decided not to ask and grabbed her hand to help her up. She winced.
He couldn't take it anymore. "Elizabeth!" he asked, "What's happened to you?"
She looked reluctant to tell... but couldn't bear seeing the look of angst in his eyes any longer.
She bit her lip. Will, knowing that they couldn't stay in the rain any longer and picked her up, carrying her while she explained.
"Well... " she started, "There was... er... this man in the street."
Will's eyes grew wide in horror and fury. "Did he hurt you?!" he asked worriedly.
"Umm... nothing horrid." she replied, "He was just a little... rough."
Will made Elizabeth tell him everything.
"I'm sorry about your jacket, Will." she said at the end.
"You think I care about my jacket! Elizabeth you could've been badly hurt!... or worse!" he replied, almost yelling, "I knew it wasn't a good idea to let you walk home alone. Thank god it started to rain or I would've never come out here... and I have no idea what Jack was doing here, either... "
There was a long silence on their way home after that, until they got to the gates.
Will gazed at the house. It was a lot similar to the Governor's... possibly even bigger. He felt stupid with the little he had to offer Elizabeth.
"Well," he cleared his throat, looking at her, almost questioning her what to do next.
"I don't think you should take me up there, I can make it on my own."
"You are sure?" he asked.
She nodded, as he gently set her down. She winced and he reached towards her, but she stuck out a protesting hand.
"I'll be fine, Will -- 'tis just a hurt knee." she smiled at him, knowing and feeling grateful for his concern.
"Right." he replied. There was an awkward silence.
"Goodbye, Will." Elizabeth said, the second time that night.
"Goodbye-- " Will started to say, when Elizabeth crushed her lips upon his.
She soon broke apart from him, smiling. Then without saying a word, she limped quickly towards her home.
"Elizabeth." Will whispered, watching her walk away.
When he saw that she made it inside safely, he started walking back down the street.
He was about half way to the blacksmith's when he spied a large, disgusting looking drunk sitting with a bottle of rum outside of a bar. He was holding a jacket that looked quite familiar to Will... yes... it was his jacket! This was the man Elizabeth had told him about. He walked angrily over towards him.
"'ello mate!" the man said, "You 'ere looking for someone?"
"Aye." Will replied, "I'm lookin' for someone."
With that he grabbed the front of the man's shirt, pulled him up, and slammed him against the wall. The bottle of rum dropped to the ground breaking into three pieces.
"'ey!" The man protested, "Do I know yeh?"
Will ignored the question.
"Now you listen here and listen good you slimy drunkin' bastard." he gritted through his teeth, "If you feel the need for a woman why don't you go to Tortuga and get yourself a whore!" he spat.
The man looked confused.
"But don't you go runnin' after some innocent girl on the street." Will continued, "And I swear on my father's grave if I ever hear one word of you bothering Elizabeth, you'll never see light again!"
He slammed the drunk one more time into the wall, and left him sitting their, still confused.
"Here," Will grabbed his jacket, "This be mine."
He gave him one more dirty glare, and walked away.
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Elizabeth silently opened the house door, careful not to wake anyone... especially Norrington. She closed it quietly, and leaned against it, dreamily, thinking of Will.
She turned around to walk upstairs and saw the dark figure of Norrington. She screamed, and covered her mouth... for she had probably woken up all of the servants.
He walked towards her.
"I've been waiting here all day for you to come home, love." he said, "I have many questions to ask you."
Elizabeth stepped back as he came closer. "Please, sit down." he said, pretending to sound kind, although Elizabeth could see the fire in his eyes.
"I'd rather stand, thank you." she answered, nervously.
"Elizabeth," he started, "The fact that you're in undergarments right now makes me wonder what you've been doing with Mr. Turner these past eleven hours.
Elizabeth looked at him, disgusted. She kept limping backwards until she bumped into a table, accidentally knocking over a vase. There was a loud crash.
"Do not worry about waking up the servents, my dear." the Commodore said, "For I've sent them home tonight.
That made Elizabeth worry even more.
"I will not ask where you've been, what you've done, nor how long you've been doing it." he said, "All I ask, is that you never see Mr. Turner again. If you do, I will see to it myself that he is killed."
Elizabeth's eyes widened in fear. She had now backed up against the corner of the wall; there was no where else to go. He continued to walk towards her, until he grabbed both of her wrists, squeezing them tightly, and throwing her arms up above her head, so that she had no power. He moved his face close to Elizabeth's and she moved hers to the side as far as her neck would allow her. "and that you see your darkest days." he whispered, his mouth millimeters away from her ear.
She tried to push him away from her. He sniffed her wet hair in a revolting way as she screamed for him to let go. Finally he let free her wrists... and instead clasped her cheeks, bringing her into a most painful kiss. She screamed into his mouth and now, with her wounded, yet free hands, pushed him off of her, and slapped him.
He laughed cruelly and walked up to their bedroom. "Come up when you're ready for me." he said, slyly.
Elizabeth glared at him as he closed the door. She dropped to the ground in agony, spitting out the taste of his mouth. She longed for Will... but knew for sure now that she could never see him again. Only from afar. The thought of that made her heart ache. She wanted to cry, but felt almost as if there was no water left in her weak body... and without meaning to, she fell asleep on the marble floor... around the broken glass.
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Oooo! Bad Norrington! I'm sorry guys. The way I write is so... depressing! One bad thing after the other... but that's just what gets me into the story, you know? I love making the guys save the girls and stuff haha. :D I'm old fashioned ;) jk. Anyhoo... thanks for all the great reviews from before!! Whoopee 110!! Oh yea, and I finally got Jack Sparrow in there! Unfortunately I had to pull him away though so Will and Elizabeth could have some alone time ;) lol. Bye for now!
-OceanGirl
Meagalbagel said...
That was a really good chapter...But I couldn't help but wonder...if the commodore thought Will was dead and spread the news throughout the town, why didn't Elizabeth find out? Update Soon! I replied...
You're very very right, hehe... it doesn't make sense, does it? lol! I didn't know what to say about that so I just said that Norrington told everyone he killed him... but I've changed it now. Thanks! Inu Lover said... Great job! My guess? Jack or Norrington. Hope you update soon! +_+ Inu Lover
I replied... Ooo! Actually it was originally Will, but smart idea! I decided to use it. ALL CREDIT GOES TO INU LOVER FOR THAT IDEA!! heehee ^_^
"'Ello, love!" he said, "What's wrong?"
She didn't answer. She was so relieved to finally see someone she knew that she wrapped her arms around him.
"Woah there missy!" he said, "Give 'ol Jack a chance to breathe now!"
"Jack?!" A voice asked from behind them... Elizabeth recognized the voice.
She quickly looked back to see none other than Will.
"Why if it isn't Captain Will Turner!" Jack said, mockingly.
Will smiled at him, then looked to Elizabeth, who returned the stare.
Jack noticed the tension. "Well," he said, "As much as I'd love to stay... I've got matters of my own hand to figure out."
He then left, heading towards the bar, most likely.
"Elizabeth-- " Will started to say, when she motioned for him to stop, and [limped] into his arms, crying.
"Shhh... " Will whispered, wrapping his arms around her, "Everything's alright."
They sat on the road, which now seemed like a river, just holding each other while the rain poured down.
By then both of them were soaked through and chilled to the bone. A few minutes later, when she had cried out all her tears, Will whispered into her ear...
"Elizabeth," he said, soothingly.
"Hmm?" she replied, now quite content in his arms.
"We need to get you home, you're going to get sick." he answered.
Elizabeth thought of protesting... but she was far too tired, and needed a bed... even if it meant she had to be next to Norrington.
She sighed, and began to stand up. Will helped her... but her legs gave away... it was then he noticed her bloody knees. "What happened?" he asked, sternly.
"Oh... it's nothing... I just fell... " Elizabeth replied quietly, for she didn't want to worry him about what happened before he came.
Will decided not to ask and grabbed her hand to help her up. She winced.
He couldn't take it anymore. "Elizabeth!" he asked, "What's happened to you?"
She looked reluctant to tell... but couldn't bear seeing the look of angst in his eyes any longer.
She bit her lip. Will, knowing that they couldn't stay in the rain any longer and picked her up, carrying her while she explained.
"Well... " she started, "There was... er... this man in the street."
Will's eyes grew wide in horror and fury. "Did he hurt you?!" he asked worriedly.
"Umm... nothing horrid." she replied, "He was just a little... rough."
Will made Elizabeth tell him everything.
"I'm sorry about your jacket, Will." she said at the end.
"You think I care about my jacket! Elizabeth you could've been badly hurt!... or worse!" he replied, almost yelling, "I knew it wasn't a good idea to let you walk home alone. Thank god it started to rain or I would've never come out here... and I have no idea what Jack was doing here, either... "
There was a long silence on their way home after that, until they got to the gates.
Will gazed at the house. It was a lot similar to the Governor's... possibly even bigger. He felt stupid with the little he had to offer Elizabeth.
"Well," he cleared his throat, looking at her, almost questioning her what to do next.
"I don't think you should take me up there, I can make it on my own."
"You are sure?" he asked.
She nodded, as he gently set her down. She winced and he reached towards her, but she stuck out a protesting hand.
"I'll be fine, Will -- 'tis just a hurt knee." she smiled at him, knowing and feeling grateful for his concern.
"Right." he replied. There was an awkward silence.
"Goodbye, Will." Elizabeth said, the second time that night.
"Goodbye-- " Will started to say, when Elizabeth crushed her lips upon his.
She soon broke apart from him, smiling. Then without saying a word, she limped quickly towards her home.
"Elizabeth." Will whispered, watching her walk away.
When he saw that she made it inside safely, he started walking back down the street.
He was about half way to the blacksmith's when he spied a large, disgusting looking drunk sitting with a bottle of rum outside of a bar. He was holding a jacket that looked quite familiar to Will... yes... it was his jacket! This was the man Elizabeth had told him about. He walked angrily over towards him.
"'ello mate!" the man said, "You 'ere looking for someone?"
"Aye." Will replied, "I'm lookin' for someone."
With that he grabbed the front of the man's shirt, pulled him up, and slammed him against the wall. The bottle of rum dropped to the ground breaking into three pieces.
"'ey!" The man protested, "Do I know yeh?"
Will ignored the question.
"Now you listen here and listen good you slimy drunkin' bastard." he gritted through his teeth, "If you feel the need for a woman why don't you go to Tortuga and get yourself a whore!" he spat.
The man looked confused.
"But don't you go runnin' after some innocent girl on the street." Will continued, "And I swear on my father's grave if I ever hear one word of you bothering Elizabeth, you'll never see light again!"
He slammed the drunk one more time into the wall, and left him sitting their, still confused.
"Here," Will grabbed his jacket, "This be mine."
He gave him one more dirty glare, and walked away.
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Elizabeth silently opened the house door, careful not to wake anyone... especially Norrington. She closed it quietly, and leaned against it, dreamily, thinking of Will.
She turned around to walk upstairs and saw the dark figure of Norrington. She screamed, and covered her mouth... for she had probably woken up all of the servants.
He walked towards her.
"I've been waiting here all day for you to come home, love." he said, "I have many questions to ask you."
Elizabeth stepped back as he came closer. "Please, sit down." he said, pretending to sound kind, although Elizabeth could see the fire in his eyes.
"I'd rather stand, thank you." she answered, nervously.
"Elizabeth," he started, "The fact that you're in undergarments right now makes me wonder what you've been doing with Mr. Turner these past eleven hours.
Elizabeth looked at him, disgusted. She kept limping backwards until she bumped into a table, accidentally knocking over a vase. There was a loud crash.
"Do not worry about waking up the servents, my dear." the Commodore said, "For I've sent them home tonight.
That made Elizabeth worry even more.
"I will not ask where you've been, what you've done, nor how long you've been doing it." he said, "All I ask, is that you never see Mr. Turner again. If you do, I will see to it myself that he is killed."
Elizabeth's eyes widened in fear. She had now backed up against the corner of the wall; there was no where else to go. He continued to walk towards her, until he grabbed both of her wrists, squeezing them tightly, and throwing her arms up above her head, so that she had no power. He moved his face close to Elizabeth's and she moved hers to the side as far as her neck would allow her. "and that you see your darkest days." he whispered, his mouth millimeters away from her ear.
She tried to push him away from her. He sniffed her wet hair in a revolting way as she screamed for him to let go. Finally he let free her wrists... and instead clasped her cheeks, bringing her into a most painful kiss. She screamed into his mouth and now, with her wounded, yet free hands, pushed him off of her, and slapped him.
He laughed cruelly and walked up to their bedroom. "Come up when you're ready for me." he said, slyly.
Elizabeth glared at him as he closed the door. She dropped to the ground in agony, spitting out the taste of his mouth. She longed for Will... but knew for sure now that she could never see him again. Only from afar. The thought of that made her heart ache. She wanted to cry, but felt almost as if there was no water left in her weak body... and without meaning to, she fell asleep on the marble floor... around the broken glass.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Oooo! Bad Norrington! I'm sorry guys. The way I write is so... depressing! One bad thing after the other... but that's just what gets me into the story, you know? I love making the guys save the girls and stuff haha. :D I'm old fashioned ;) jk. Anyhoo... thanks for all the great reviews from before!! Whoopee 110!! Oh yea, and I finally got Jack Sparrow in there! Unfortunately I had to pull him away though so Will and Elizabeth could have some alone time ;) lol. Bye for now!
-OceanGirl
Meagalbagel said...
That was a really good chapter...But I couldn't help but wonder...if the commodore thought Will was dead and spread the news throughout the town, why didn't Elizabeth find out? Update Soon! I replied...
You're very very right, hehe... it doesn't make sense, does it? lol! I didn't know what to say about that so I just said that Norrington told everyone he killed him... but I've changed it now. Thanks! Inu Lover said... Great job! My guess? Jack or Norrington. Hope you update soon! +_+ Inu Lover
I replied... Ooo! Actually it was originally Will, but smart idea! I decided to use it. ALL CREDIT GOES TO INU LOVER FOR THAT IDEA!! heehee ^_^