Chapter 1:
Patricia couldn't sleep that night as she tossed and turned in her bed. Beside her room, she could feel Will staring at his ceiling thinking about Elizabeth again. Overcome by frustration, Patricia threw the cover over her head and snuggled against the wall letting her tears go unchecked down her cheeks.
"Stupid Will Turner," she whispered. "Both you and Miss Swan really are perfect for each other. Both of you can't see that people that love you and care most about you are right in front of your eyes." She quietly sobbed herself into sleep, realizing that for the last month she had been using the sound of herself weeping as a lullaby.
'I think I'm reaching my breaking point,' she thought before slipping into restless slumber.
The week had gone by quickly and Patricia was so happy to see that Will had turned his energy away from weeping over his beloved Elizabeth and onto more productive things... like the sudden custom order of two swords that would probably take a week each to complete when they only had two days and another order of a hundred swords for a French ship coming to pass called L' Mer Rouge. It was only by lucky chance that they already had seventy some swords left already made in their possession.
Will was returning from the market his arms filled with bags for the next two or three days. As he walked nearer to the shoppe, for they lived above it, he saw man from L' Mer Rouge enter the shoppe. Will saw that he didn't even bother knocking and just entered the building.
'How many times have I told that girl to lock the damn door?' he thought. Just as he reached it, he realized it WAS locked. At least, NOW it was locked. He was about to knock but as he heard their voices clear through the door, he couldn't help but eavesdrop. He didn't know what the point was though because his French was EXTREMELY bad.
"Comment-allez vous, Monsieur Toulouse?" she said, bringing her father's old friend. "Vous avez été bien, j'espère?"
"Oui, mademoiselle. L'océan a été beau le passé peu de semaines. Et vous?" he replied.
"Même comme toujours, Toulouse." She sighed as she sat down beside him. Toulouse looked at her sadly.
"S'il vous plaît, me dire, que votre jeune ami anglais est venu finalement au sien sent?"
"NoNo.. Et je commence à croire cela pourra ne m'aimera jamais,," she murmured. Will pricked his ears up a bit more trying to understand what they were saying especially now that his name had been mentioned. "Son coeur couche avec Elizabeth. Je ne pourrais jamais la remplacer."
"Faire ne vous dites pas cela, Patricia," the man scolded her. "you Vous êtes une belle jeune femme.. Vous avez juste besoin de le MONTRER."
"Que lui montrer-il?!? Je suis sans aucun doute pas beau..."
"Telle négativité. Le nouveau Contre-amiral couple célèbre leur retour avec un rassemblement une demain nuit. Pourquoi faire je n'invite pas le deux de vous venir."
"J'ai à rien ne porter Toulouse. Je ne pourrais pas probablement..."
"Vous faites maintenant. Venir au bateau demain matin. Mon serviteur, Maríe, vous habillera. Nous avons quelques-uns s'habille de la France. .."
Will stood back up, suddenly ashamed of what he might have heard. He didn't understand almost everything. Only bits like he loves Elizabeth, Patricia saying she wasn't beautiful and a party the next day. He sighed and gently rapped on the door and Patricia opened it smiling. The man behind her was grinning at the table.
"Will Turner, the man of the hour," Toulousse greeted laughing, heartily. Will then recognized the man who visited Patricia before her father had died. "I am Toulouse, a friend of your miss here."
"Glad to meet you," he smile weakly, putting his bags down on the table.
"As you are here, William, I'd like to invite you to the Norrington household tomorrow," Toulousse said. Will gritted his teeth and forced a smile.
"I think I'm rather busy these days, sir. I'm afraid I wouldn't be able to make it," Will lied. He would rather rot in hell than step in that house. He turned and saw Patricia turning red as she pushed the coals of the furnace to heat more.
"Nonsense. I order you to come," he announced. "You shall escort Miss Taylor..."
"Please Toulousse, I'll hear no more of this talk. Will and I have too much to work on. Our schedule is already overflowing especially with your fleet ordering more and more swords and with the new farming season, we now have a hundred more sets of horseshoes to make. We've been working all of the past week with no rest. We need to finish," Patricia interrupted. Will then realized that it was true that for the past week they've been working without stop. In fact for the last month they've been working and he felt guilty because he knew that he was depriving Patricia of leisure time. She was always working with him so he would never have to be alone and he'd have someone to talk to.
"Actually, why don't we go?" Will murmured. Patricia turned at him in surprise.
"But Will, Commodore Norrington and his WIFE will be there," Patricia said. "Are you sure?"
"If I come will you be there?" he asked. She nodded silently. "Then I'll be fine." Toulouse laughed heartily.
"Agreed then. Patricia I shall see you tomorrow morning and young Turner, tomorrow night. Now I must take my leave upon your house." He bent down and gave Patricia a kiss on the cheek before nodding his farewell to Will. "Good evening to you both." He stepped out into the darkening streets and Will watched him until his silhouetted disappeared into black.
"Will, you don't have to go," Patricia said putting away the items he brought home. "In fact, you shouldn't . Elizabeth will be there." Will sat down on the table and watched her move about the shoppe. He thought silently to what she had said and decided to not let Elizabeth's presence be any interference to their night tomorrow.
"It shouldn't matter now," Will replied. "She's married and even farther from my reach. We cannot be together and I don't think that the Fates are that cruel. If she's married to Norrington, then it must mean that I have someone else to love."
"Yes," she murmured, suddenly in thought. "Yes, you're right..."
"How about you? Do YOU want to go?"
"Of course. Not very many blacksmiths' apprentices get to come to a party such as that. Of course, I want to go," she grinned. "But it's about you, not me." Will frowned at her.
"With you, why is it always about me? You have wasted the last month entirely on just making sure I'm not sulking over Elizabeth. You need to stop caring for me. Will you please be selfish for once?" She just laughed at him and began setting the table for supper.
This is just turning out not too badly though I have to say that the readers with If Only you loved Me will be a little mad because I have yet to finish that story. If those who read that story are reading this now please know that IOYLM is almost finished so I thought it was safe to make a new story. It was just something I thought I could handle since the story is near the end.
Patricia couldn't sleep that night as she tossed and turned in her bed. Beside her room, she could feel Will staring at his ceiling thinking about Elizabeth again. Overcome by frustration, Patricia threw the cover over her head and snuggled against the wall letting her tears go unchecked down her cheeks.
"Stupid Will Turner," she whispered. "Both you and Miss Swan really are perfect for each other. Both of you can't see that people that love you and care most about you are right in front of your eyes." She quietly sobbed herself into sleep, realizing that for the last month she had been using the sound of herself weeping as a lullaby.
'I think I'm reaching my breaking point,' she thought before slipping into restless slumber.
The week had gone by quickly and Patricia was so happy to see that Will had turned his energy away from weeping over his beloved Elizabeth and onto more productive things... like the sudden custom order of two swords that would probably take a week each to complete when they only had two days and another order of a hundred swords for a French ship coming to pass called L' Mer Rouge. It was only by lucky chance that they already had seventy some swords left already made in their possession.
Will was returning from the market his arms filled with bags for the next two or three days. As he walked nearer to the shoppe, for they lived above it, he saw man from L' Mer Rouge enter the shoppe. Will saw that he didn't even bother knocking and just entered the building.
'How many times have I told that girl to lock the damn door?' he thought. Just as he reached it, he realized it WAS locked. At least, NOW it was locked. He was about to knock but as he heard their voices clear through the door, he couldn't help but eavesdrop. He didn't know what the point was though because his French was EXTREMELY bad.
"Comment-allez vous, Monsieur Toulouse?" she said, bringing her father's old friend. "Vous avez été bien, j'espère?"
"Oui, mademoiselle. L'océan a été beau le passé peu de semaines. Et vous?" he replied.
"Même comme toujours, Toulouse." She sighed as she sat down beside him. Toulouse looked at her sadly.
"S'il vous plaît, me dire, que votre jeune ami anglais est venu finalement au sien sent?"
"NoNo.. Et je commence à croire cela pourra ne m'aimera jamais,," she murmured. Will pricked his ears up a bit more trying to understand what they were saying especially now that his name had been mentioned. "Son coeur couche avec Elizabeth. Je ne pourrais jamais la remplacer."
"Faire ne vous dites pas cela, Patricia," the man scolded her. "you Vous êtes une belle jeune femme.. Vous avez juste besoin de le MONTRER."
"Que lui montrer-il?!? Je suis sans aucun doute pas beau..."
"Telle négativité. Le nouveau Contre-amiral couple célèbre leur retour avec un rassemblement une demain nuit. Pourquoi faire je n'invite pas le deux de vous venir."
"J'ai à rien ne porter Toulouse. Je ne pourrais pas probablement..."
"Vous faites maintenant. Venir au bateau demain matin. Mon serviteur, Maríe, vous habillera. Nous avons quelques-uns s'habille de la France. .."
Will stood back up, suddenly ashamed of what he might have heard. He didn't understand almost everything. Only bits like he loves Elizabeth, Patricia saying she wasn't beautiful and a party the next day. He sighed and gently rapped on the door and Patricia opened it smiling. The man behind her was grinning at the table.
"Will Turner, the man of the hour," Toulousse greeted laughing, heartily. Will then recognized the man who visited Patricia before her father had died. "I am Toulouse, a friend of your miss here."
"Glad to meet you," he smile weakly, putting his bags down on the table.
"As you are here, William, I'd like to invite you to the Norrington household tomorrow," Toulousse said. Will gritted his teeth and forced a smile.
"I think I'm rather busy these days, sir. I'm afraid I wouldn't be able to make it," Will lied. He would rather rot in hell than step in that house. He turned and saw Patricia turning red as she pushed the coals of the furnace to heat more.
"Nonsense. I order you to come," he announced. "You shall escort Miss Taylor..."
"Please Toulousse, I'll hear no more of this talk. Will and I have too much to work on. Our schedule is already overflowing especially with your fleet ordering more and more swords and with the new farming season, we now have a hundred more sets of horseshoes to make. We've been working all of the past week with no rest. We need to finish," Patricia interrupted. Will then realized that it was true that for the past week they've been working without stop. In fact for the last month they've been working and he felt guilty because he knew that he was depriving Patricia of leisure time. She was always working with him so he would never have to be alone and he'd have someone to talk to.
"Actually, why don't we go?" Will murmured. Patricia turned at him in surprise.
"But Will, Commodore Norrington and his WIFE will be there," Patricia said. "Are you sure?"
"If I come will you be there?" he asked. She nodded silently. "Then I'll be fine." Toulouse laughed heartily.
"Agreed then. Patricia I shall see you tomorrow morning and young Turner, tomorrow night. Now I must take my leave upon your house." He bent down and gave Patricia a kiss on the cheek before nodding his farewell to Will. "Good evening to you both." He stepped out into the darkening streets and Will watched him until his silhouetted disappeared into black.
"Will, you don't have to go," Patricia said putting away the items he brought home. "In fact, you shouldn't . Elizabeth will be there." Will sat down on the table and watched her move about the shoppe. He thought silently to what she had said and decided to not let Elizabeth's presence be any interference to their night tomorrow.
"It shouldn't matter now," Will replied. "She's married and even farther from my reach. We cannot be together and I don't think that the Fates are that cruel. If she's married to Norrington, then it must mean that I have someone else to love."
"Yes," she murmured, suddenly in thought. "Yes, you're right..."
"How about you? Do YOU want to go?"
"Of course. Not very many blacksmiths' apprentices get to come to a party such as that. Of course, I want to go," she grinned. "But it's about you, not me." Will frowned at her.
"With you, why is it always about me? You have wasted the last month entirely on just making sure I'm not sulking over Elizabeth. You need to stop caring for me. Will you please be selfish for once?" She just laughed at him and began setting the table for supper.
This is just turning out not too badly though I have to say that the readers with If Only you loved Me will be a little mad because I have yet to finish that story. If those who read that story are reading this now please know that IOYLM is almost finished so I thought it was safe to make a new story. It was just something I thought I could handle since the story is near the end.