Disclaimer: Oops. Forgot the disclaimer in Chapter 1. *ahem* I own nothing except Will.
Will: Hey!
Me: I'll give you a cookie!
Will: No! ...A cookie?
Me: Yep! ^^
Will: Hmm...ok! *runs forward and grabs the cookie*
Me: *grabs Will and puts him in a clear plastic box* MUAHAHA! 0.o *twitch*
Will: Heeelp!
Piratelf: I'm glad you like it. ^^ You get some rum for being the first person to review! *gives Piratelf some rum* Yay for rum! I'm trying to make Sam kinda silly because I've noticed that all Will/OC fanfics are always serious mushy weird things. 0.o Silliness is next to godliness! Oh, and I'll be sure to check your stuff out. Thanks for reviewing! *beams happily*
Chapter 2: Stupid Squid Girl
I did end up going back, quite often in fact. The weeks flew by and turned into months and summer was now in full swing. Through my daily visits, Will became a very dear friend of mine. I'm sounding all sappy so let me rephrase that. Will is a pansy! Alright so that doesn't exactly mean the same thing but it's fun calling him a pansy. It's fun to call anyone a pansy, actually. It's silly how calling somebody a flower can be so insulting. That's what makes it one of my favorite insults, it's so stupid! Who came up with that anyway?
Whoever it was certainly gets an A for stupidity. I bet my father made it. Since he's kin, he gets a special family-only advantage which boosts his grade to an A+! I'm so proud! Ah, sarcasm is a wonderful thing. Anyway, back to pansies. I think I'll try calling dear William a daffodil next time and see if I get the same reaction. I don't see why I wouldn't. It's just another flower, right? I'll have to keep that in mind.
But back to the present situation. Currently I am leading Phil through the streets. He has a little cart that he pulls along and it's so cute! I love my likkle donkey. For he is mine, you know. It all happened on my birthday three days ago...
{Flashback}
I burst through the doors of the shop. "Willl!" I yelled. "Where aaare yoouuu?!"
He appeared from his room, blinking sleepily. "Sam? Is that you?"
He calls me Sam, you see. He says that Samantha is too big of a mouthful all the time. I like Sam, though, so I don't mind.
I put my hands on my hips. "Of course it's me! Who else would be screaming for you in the middle of the night?"
He scratched his head and yawned so big I thought his head would split wide open. That would be kind of nasty 'cause his brains would fall out. Actually, that would be kind of funny. Then I could point to his brains and yell, "BRAINS!" Heehee. Silly.
He squinted at me. "Why are you here in the middle of the night?"
"Actually, it's early morning. It's my birthday now! Don't you remember?!"
"How could I forget?" he sighed. "You've been telling me for the past fortnight."
"Yup!" I exclaimed and I bounded over to him. "Soooo...where's my present?"
He blinked. "Present?"
I nodded excitedly.
He looked at me with a guilty expression. "Um, well...you see..."
My smile fell. "You...didn't get me a present? But...but it's my birthday." I made my lower lip start to quiver.
His eyes instantly softened. Ha! Checkmate! "Um...it's somewhere in this room. Guess what it is!"
I instantly grinned and had trouble smothering a giggle. He was attempting to make it look he had gotten me a gift. But now this meant I could pick anything I wanted from his shop! I mentally hugged myself at my genius. Ha! I darted excitedly about the shop, looking at random things.
Out of the corner of my eye, I could see Will cringing, mentally pleading that I wouldn't pick something expensive like his best sword or the like. I scoffed. I already had a sword. What would I want another one for? Besides, I already knew exactly what I wanted. I turned on him, my eyes dancing.
"I know what it is!"
He gulped. "W-what?"
I tripped over to my gift and turned to him triumphantly. "Phil!"
I swear his eyes nearly came out of his head. It was pretty weird. "Ph-ph-ph-ph-ph-phil?!"
I grinned wider, if that was at all possible. "Yes! I'll keep him here and you can still feed him and stuff and I'll continue with his training (I was training him, you know) and the only difference will be that he's MINE! It's wonderful! THANK YOU!!!"
I threw myself at him and gave him a massive hug to make him feel as if I was properly satisfied, which I was. It was the first time I had actually touched him and immediately a strange warmth flooded through my body, not an uncomfortable feeling. I drew back in surprise. Were all hugs like that? The only person I had ever hugged before was my sister and it had never felt like that. Oh well, I dismissed the thought with a mental shrug.
I grinned up at him and saw that he had digested what I had just said and had a smirk firmly planted upon his face. I stifled a chortle. He was obviously going to take full credit.
"I thought you'd like him." he stated proudly.
I merely grinned fondly at him and shook my head.
{End Flashback}
Yep. That was on my eighteenth birthday and now Phil is officially mine. Woohoo!
I led Phil through the streets, my goal being the local lumber yard. I was doing a favor for Will who needed some more wood for hammer and axe handles, etc. After about ten minutes, we finally reached it. I walked up to the small office building and turned to Phil.
"Phil, stay!"
Immediately he stopped and stood still.
"Good boy." I crooned, slipping him a morsel of carrot from one of my many pockets. Pockets were a necessity for life and I always sewed dozens of pockets into random places all over my dresses. You never know when you might need something.
Taking the slip of paper that Will had made out, I walked inside and went up to a big burly man behind the counter. He was pretty scary looking.
"Excuse me." I started timidly.
He whirled around and squinted at me through one eye; the other was rolling around in circles and staring off at odd angles. I cringed. He was beyond creepy.
"Whadya wan'?" he boomed with an odd accent.
"Um, I need the supplies on this paper." I squeaked.
He held out his hand but I quickly put it on the countertop. I didn't want to put my hand anywhere near his. He grabbed it and scanned it over. Nodding and grunting at random points, he lumbered about behind the counter and ran into various back rooms until he had a large pile of logs of different sizes and shapes on the countertop. He suddenly stopped and looked at me. Okaaay, freaky person is creeping me out. I looked out the window to try and distract myself. Nice day out...myep...pretty blue sky...mhmm...
I still felt his eye on me and soon I couldn't stand it any more. "What?!"
"Gimme m' moenaay!"
I roughly translated this as 'Give me my money.' I looked at him confused. Wha-? Suddenly, I reddened. Oh. Feeling slightly foolish, I reached into a hidden pocket on my side and pulled out the right amount. Again he held out his hand and again I put it on the counter.
As I stood there for a few more minutes, I finally realized he wasn't going to help me carry the wood out onto the cart and with a sigh I picked up the first armload. Trudging outside, I dumped it in the little cart. I made two more trips before it was completely full. The whole time I could feel Freaky Man's eye watching me. I shuddered. People had absolutely no right to be that creepy.
Calling to Phil, I scurried out of there as quickly as I could. I sure wasn't doing that again, not even if Will pulled his puppy dog look! And that was saying a lot! I made it back to the shop in record time. Leading Phil around the back, I called him to a halt once we were inside.
Will called from in his rooms. "Hook Phil up and get him going, will you?"
"N'kay!"
I quickly unharnessed Phil and tied to him the post. This was it, time to try out my newest command. "Phil, go!"
I squealed in glee as Phil obediently started walking around the pole. "Good boy!"
Pulling up a chair, I settled down as Will came out and started up the forge. "Just so you know, I'm never going there again!"
That said I launched into a full account of my most recent adventure, leaving out no details about Freaky Man and his unruly eyeball. Of course, I added a huge scar on his right cheek, a hook for his right hand, a wooden leg, and a shaved head but they helped with the mood of the story.
"Sooo," I drawled when my tale was finished. "How was your day?"
"It was...wonderful." he gave a dreamy sigh. Oh great.
"What happened?" I asked with a bored tone.
"I saw her."
That immediately caught my attention. I sat up straight, instantly alert.
"Um, who?" I asked, a slightly anxious edge to my voice. Stupid voice.
Will didn't seem to notice, though. "Miss Swann. She said she had a dream about me last night."
He gave a dreamy sigh. I scowled. A dream? Pshaw! And of all the people for him to fall in love, no, have a temporary infatuation with, it had to be her?! She was the ringleader, the Big Cheese of the Cows. The Cows are all the prissy prim and proper 'ladies' who think that we poorer folk are lower than the fluff in an earthworm's belly. Wait...fluff? Why would an earthworm have fluff in its belly?
Oh well, back to my angry ranting. As I said, she is the Head Boss Lady of the Cows and he had to like her?! This was unacceptable!
"Er, Will?"
"Hmm?"
"How much do you like this...Miss Swann?" The name came out as if I was talking about a lowlife, filthy, maggoty, smelly, stinky, revoltingly ugly squid carcass. Actually, that pretty much describes her. Fancy that. Sometimes I am simply flabbergasted by my breathtakingly stupendous eloquence. I should write a book! A book about the evil Cows...or cheese...
Will's voice broke through my thoughts. "I love her." He sighed again.
I instantly broke out into a bout of harsh coughs. Hacking and chocking, I flopped off my chair and lay writhing on the hard ground in utter anguish, suffering, pain, and much mental distress. But did Will notice? Noooo. He was probably too busy fantasizing about Squid Girl. Poor deluded boy. I mean, she was a lowlife, filthy, maggoty, smelly, stinky, revoltingly ugly squid carcass, for Phil's sake! I had to help him! I sat back up in my chair.
"Will, really now. You can't possibly love her."
"Ah, but I do."
"No! You see, you can't!"
He turned to me, obviously a bit miffed. "Oh? And just why not?"
"You've only seen her a couple of times from a distance. Today, for example, she said hello. Wow. Let's throw a party and celebrate her magnificent conversational skills." I said sarcastically. "And she didn't really have a dream about you. That pick up line is so old that no one even uses it anymore!"
Alright so I'd never heard it used as a pick up line before but he didn't have to know that, did he? I glanced at him to see if I was persuading him but he didn't look very convinced. In fact, he looked quite angry before turning back to his forge, most likely because I was speaking in such a manner about his beloved Lizzypoo. But he had to know what a moron she was!
"And," I continued, "she's the Alpha Cow of all Cows worldwide!"
Suddenly he stood up ramrod straight. Uh oh. If he really did like her (even though it was only because she had deceived him) I might have gone a bit far in calling her the Alpha Cow (even though it was true). I'd told him all about the Cows and he definitely knew the definition of one.
Just as I was about to nervously apologize, he whirled around wielding the red hot hammer so fast that my chair fell over and I flew back with a squeak. He had a burning light in his eyes and they shone with pure anger. I stared at him wide-eyed and crawled backwards as far as I could. A post halted my retreat and I pressed myself against it with a whimper.
As soon as it had come, the anger in his eyes left. His eyes instantly softened and were filled with deep regret. His eyes widened at my frightened whimper and he took a small step forward.
"Sam?" he asked tentatively.
I simply stared at him. He had frightened me. He had literally frightened me. And not a joking kind of creepy frightened like with Freaky Man, a serious sort of terror. He had never been that angry before. Anger was different with him. He was a big old softy and was a generally quiet spoken sort of person. When he became angry, you knew he was mad. As he took another tiny step towards me, I tucked my legs up to my chest and curled up in a tiny ball.
"Sam?" he asked again. He took another step and crouched down. I didn't move. He started to reach towards me but thought better of it and pulled his hand back. He swallowed.
"Sam? I'm so sorry! I'd never hurt you! You know that! It's just I really do love Elizabeth and I got angry and I'm so sorry!" it all came out in a rush. He lowered his voice to a whisper. "Please forgive me."
Inwardly I had already forgiven him. His apology, request for forgiveness, and sad look had turned me into complete mush. In the back of my mind I knew all along he would never really hurt me. I guess it was just my paranoid self coming through...again. But I couldn't let him off the hook that easily. I stroked my chin, as if in deep thought and considering his answer.
He suddenly grinned evilly. Looking me straight in the eye, he opened his eyes wide and gave me the puppy dog face. No! That's cheating! I resisted the urge to tackle him. Be strong! You are a mighty mountain! You are immovable! You are invincible! I was doing quite well in my struggle and then he did something that broke down all my barriers. He poked out his bottom lip.
ARGH! THE POOCHY FACE!!!
Unable to contain myself, I screamed, "Cheater!" and launched myself at him, enveloping him in a tight hug. He wrapped his arms about me and I smiled happily as the now familiar warmth flooded through my body. He broke the hug much sooner than I would have liked. I looked up at him, quite aware of the foolish grin plastered across my face but not caring in the least. He grinned back and grabbed my hand before adopting a solemn expression.
"I was serious about, Elizabeth, you know."
I sighed and looked at our entwined hands. "Well, I still don't like her and I still think you're making a big mistake. In time, you'll see that I'm right. Until then, though, I...I..."
"You?" he prompted.
"I...promise to not insult her...much...in your presence."
He smiled ruefully. "I guess that's the best I'm going to get, huh?"
"Darn right." I muttered.
Suddenly, a large commotion started up outside. Will got up and opened the front door, listening to random conversations in the crowd. When he let go of my hand I felt a sudden chill and instantly wished for his contact again. Oh well. I sighed and stood next to him in the doorway.
"What is it?" I asked.
He turned and shushed me. I glared at him but remained silent as we both listened intently. From a few yards away, we heard a loud raucous voice. I couldn't hear all of what he said but I was able to pick out "pirate" and "-izabeth Swann". I perked up cheerfully. Did a pirate run her through?
"Hey, Will. Did you hear all of what he said? I could only make out a bit."
I glanced up at him and was startled to see that his face had gone pale and his eye held a strange glint. "Something happened to Elizabeth! I must find out!"
He ran out of the shop and was quickly lost in the crowds, leaving me standing alone in the doorway. I scowled. Stupid Squid Girl.
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Will: What? No!
Me: You will or I'll feed you peas 'til your days are utterly spent!
Will: Eep! *hides*