AN// Woohoo! Trying very hard here! Please bear with me and I'm so sorry
for my lack of conviction in the whole updating front. I'm REALLY trying to
figure out how people find the time to write as much as they do. And note
of forewarning, Will and Elizabeth 'thing' going on. Let's just say Will
gets sappy for a few moments but Will Turner seems to be like such a
romantic and to waste that kind of poetic mind would be such a waste.
OH AND YES! New story of mine in case you are in liking of Lord of The Rings. It's called "Nine: A Modern Remix of the Trilogy" Read it if you ever find the time, please. It's a modern take of Lord of the Rings. Look it up in my profile!
Chapter 10:
Something was wrong with Patricia. Will could see it without as much as a glance towards her. Ever since an hour ago when she finished reading the journal, something was happening behind her dark eyes... as if war was waging behind them but she hid it well. He watched her as she helped Jack with the masts, dropping the sails to let the natural current drift them onto shore and into port.
'Yes,' he smiled ruefully. 'She's hiding something from me, all right.' He saw how her eyes twisted in concentration, doing everything she can with her hands as to have her mind so occupied with her task that it wasn't capable of any other things. He leaned back as he sat down on a barrel in the shade, his eyes closed.
What was wrong with her? She wasn't fragile in any sense of the word... She had seen her share of death so a story about some old man's passing shouldn't have fazed her. She had her fair share of suffering and cruelty so the cruelty the indigenous habitants of that island shouldn't have deterred her in the least. Will's hands went through his hair in frustration. He used to be able to read her so well! Now, since this stupid mess had begun, he couldn't even tell what was bothering her! He would go ask her but he felt uncomfortable doing so in front of Jack, who's been tailing the younger woman like a shadow, or Elizabeth, who's been entirely too clingy that morning... Granted, she knew nothing about the chest... seemed to have forgotten about it...
Elizabeth, on that very same morning, was eyeing Will with greater interest than usual. Had he always been so charming? Sweet? Unbelievably skilled with his hands? As a married woman, she mentally slapped herself for having such impure thoughts. And so soon after my own wedding. Still, even if she IS married, she couldn't help feel a bit attracted to the pair of gorgeous brown eyes. She felt herself drawn to him as he glanced at Patricia. Her jealousy to what those two held for each other gushed. She would kill to have a man look at her with that same intangible caress that illustrated pure adoration and love, be it platonic or romantic. When she came back, she'd make Andrew look at her like that...
'The trouble with the look Will and Patricia give each other is that one is confused and the other is romantic, respectively,' she thought.
"You need help, Will?" a soft voice asked. Will's eyes opened by a narrow margin and saw the dirty (yet in Will's eyes, still dazzlingly beautiful head) of Elizabeth looking down on him. Patricia, might as well, have not existed because at that moment, Will was completely and utterly in love with Elizabeth again and he would give his life to hold that moment when she was smiling down at him, shyly, (SHYLY!, he yelled silently) in his hands forever.
"I'm in the process of resting, Elizabeth," he teased. "Not much help you can do there..." Though there are some ideas popping into my head that I know, for a fact, if you willing to oblige to do so, would relax me so much I would die of ecstasy and arrive in Heaven only to find that it's only you...
"Well... I just wanted to have some company while we go ashore," she confessed, looking at the port. "Tortuga seems very... eccentric. I can see how Jack fits into it so perfectly." Her smile turned wryly. Will's eyes tore away from beauty and to the ugliness of Tortuga herself. She really wasn't an UGLY town. It was just that...
Drunkards were abundant and men were strewn about, laying in heaps, unable to move from last night's making of joy. The whores were washing up eager to start some of their more dignified work, others for some rest. Wealthy merchants stood high on their boots. They were easy to find considering that they were the only ones remotely clean.
"Those men are probably on their way to Port Royal," she murmured.
"They must... yes... They look much too respectable to be staying in this pla..." He wanted to continue that sentence but just as he was about to finish, an even more aristocratic-looking man emerged from a brothel, a dark woman in his arms leaning heavily on his body.
"Respectable my arse," a voice said behind them. Will turned and saw Patricia looking disgusted at the crowd. They were now right by the pier, the wooden casing of the ship scraping against the wood of the port. Patricia's hands held thick ropes and she was sweating heavily from the morning work. She turned again to the couple sitting in the shade and a small smile was forced through the grimace of her exhaustion. "You two seem comfortable there so you needn't bother. Jack and I will go to shore."
"I'm going with you," Will announced. "I'm not letting you go out there alone."
"It's broad daylight!"
"I don't care and neither will the impertinent men that wallow through these streets. They see you and..." he trailed off. "I'm not letting you go alone."
"I'm not going alone. I have Jack," she replied, stubbornly.
"Don't be obstinate. Jack Sparrow isn't my idea of a right escort for you," he growled.
"Hey!!" Jack yelled indignantly from a level above them. "That was uncalled for, Mr. Turner. Patricia, if you please..." He waved towards the stumps used to anchor the ships to port.
"Aye," she answered, hurriedly jumping the space between the ship and the port. She landed safely on the other side and began to wind the rope around the stump. She pulled at the ropes tightly and gestured to Jack that she was done. Will was about to follow but she waved him away. "You're staying, Will. You needn't come with us... You can stay with..." Her eyes turned momentarily hostile at the woman who was just standing there watching the scene unfold, fascinated. "Elizabeth."
"She can come with us!" he suggested. Patricia just sighed. Jack knew when to stay out of the fight so he just went on the boardwalk to make sure the ropes were tight while Patricia jumped on the ship again to say something to Will.
"Do you REALLY want to expose Elizabeth to such vile men of Tortuga?!" she shot back.
"No, but you're acting as if I would care less if YOU were exposed to it!" he cried out indignantly. Patricia rolled her eyes and then grabbed Will's shirt to pull her to him. For a moment, Jack, Elizabeth and Will thought she was pulling him down for a kiss but their faces missed by scant millimeters and her mouth went near Will's ear to whisper.
"I know you care about my well being because I know you love me like family, Will, but I also know you love Elizabeth more. If anything your love for her prevails over mine by hundreds of times over," Patricia whispered gently. For a moment, she was feeling quite good, saying something that she had known for the longest time. With that, she turned away never seeing the hurt look in Will's eyes.
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Patricia didn't look back as she strided down the wooden planks with Jack at her side. The pirate had a distinct look in his eyes and she knew that he wanted to know what she said.
"Go on... C'mon. I know you want to say it," she teased, smiling at him.
"Say what?"
"You're the most transparent man on the sea, Jack. You're curious. Of what, may I ask?"
"I don't know of what you mean, love..." he answered unrepentantly.
"Oh well... then, I guess I'm wrong," she grinned. "Just know I would have answered had you asked." She was about to tease the dark man some more but she felt an arm go around her waist.
"What a beauty," an an old drunk slurred into her face. "How's bout a night with a veteran, little one?" The drunk grinned, his toothless mouth pronounced by the rotting mouth and the breath he reeked.
"How about no?" she gagged. She pulled an arm up and it shot out to his face, breaking the already crooked nose. Jack had even had time to realize what was really happening. His hand was still poised at the hilt of a sword halfway out of his sheath when the old man fell in a slump on the floor. Patricia brushed any remnants of the harasser of her dress and turned to give Jack a smile. The pirate just looked at her wide-eyed and started to laugh.
"That... was the most... brilliant thing... in the world!" he stuttered in between guffaws. He fell on his knees, shaking. "You... tiny.... break...nose!!" Patricia's grin faltered as she nudged the fallen man with her shoe.
"Yes... Quite amusing that sweet little innocent Tricia can break some poor hobo's nose. Time to get over it, Jack," she muttered as the stares began to accumulate. "Jack!" she prodded. "God, what did you drink?! It's not that funny!" She put her arms below Jack's shoulders from behind and hefted him up. His laughs were dying and Patricia sighed in relief when the grinning people around them returned to their work.
"Yes it was love," he grinned, wiping tears from his eyes. "You should have seen the look on that man's face a spilt second before you belted him! Priceless!"
"Yea... right.. Ummm... to business, what are we doing on Tortuga? Already the welcoming committee has deemed this place low on my options on where I'll settle down, if ever," she said annoyed.
"The Watch," Jack answered, taking her hand and keeping her close to him and distant from any other tramps within reach.
"The Watch?"
"A pub I use to squander about in my rounds in Tortuga," he answered. "Some 'o me ole mates are there."
"Are their names available?" she poked.
"Two of them are... AnaMaria and Gibbs. Elizabeth oughta know Gibbs. Went on the same boat she arrived in from London."
"Must you mention that woman's name?" she hissed.
"Only to see that same fire in your eyes when you're angry love," he answered cheekily. She took a fist and hit him on the arm lightly.
"Shut up!" she cried. They entered the Watch and Patricia saw that it was empty. She asked Jack why so.
"Said it yourself. Broad daylight. Everyone has a hangover to mull over until their nest session with... RUM!" Jack caught sight of the bar with a man and woman slowly nursing some drinks and he ran towards them. He only gave a brief glance to Patricia warning her not to come near and she stayed a distance from them sitting uncomfortably on a bench.
They were muttering between themselves. Sometimes one of the two strangers would eye her carefully. The woman in particular would look her way. At first, her glances were suspicious and at all angles, unwelcoming, but as the conversation dragged on, the looks became more sympathetic and finally convivial. Jack turned towards her and motioned her forwards.
"Patricia Taylor, this is AnaMaria and Gibbs," Jack introduced.
"Pleasure to meet you," she murmured. Gibbs was giving her the most peculiar gaze as if seeing a ghost.
"The eyes..." he whispered in such a low voice that she wondered if she was dreaming the words.
"We're taking them to the ship, Tricia," Jack announced. In the week that she's known him, she knew had learned to obey her orders and knew from her father's stories that he always had right reason to give every order.
"Aye, captain," she nodded. Jack motioned for the door and Patricia led the way back to the Rouge.
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"What'd she say?" Elizabeth asked. She could see the shot down look in Will's eyes and she knew that whatever it was had hurt Will more than Patricia knew.
"Nothing," he answered bitterly. He walked to the other side of the ship that went out into the ocean. He desperately wanted to erase the words from his head. More than that, he wanted to erase the sincere tone behind her words and the perception that he had that Patricia had truly believed that for long before this had started. Elizabeth walked up to him, putting a comforting hand on his back but he wanted it off him because it was making him think of Elizabeth instead of concentrating on his friend.
"If she had, then I'm sure she didn't mean anything by it," Elizabeth said.
"You didn't hear HOW she said it," he snapped.
"Ahh.. so she DID say something," she said a smile turning her lips. He turned away angrily.
"Damn you..." he said without heart. "It doesn't matter."
"If it affects you so then I believe it does..." Will's eyes were downcast when he looked back. If Patricia could say whatever she wanted, then so could he.
"You knew I was in love with you, right, Elizabeth? I loved you beyond everyone and everything else," he asked. Elizabeth's eyes widened in the admission.
"y... yes... I did," she murmured. Her cheeks flushed pink and she didn't know what else to say. "And I've been flattered without a doubt..."
"And you know I love Patricia as well? That I do because without her I probably wouldn't be the man I am today before you?" he kept on.
"Of course. She's family to you," Elizabeth answered, looking him in the eye, somehow knowing the next question that came from his lips.
"Can you give me the right answer right now if I ask you who I love more?" Her lips were pursed shut and she thought for a second.
"I believe that you loved me more..." She said it in a tone that didn't brag triumph. More declarative than exclamatory. Will looked down.
"So she was right," he said in a hurt voice.
"Right about what?"
"When I said I didn't care any less if it were her being dragged through those streets, she told me that I did care less. That I loved her but I loved you more so I care less for her than you... and technically, I should..." he said. His voice faltered in self-disappointment.
"That's an awful thought to live by if you by Patricia," Elizabeth whispered.
"What do you mean?" Elizabeth remained silent for a few minutes, not knowing how to word her thoughts and what she knew of the ridiculously obdurate couple.
"I mean..." she started. "By intuition, I know things that you wouldn't be able to find out unless they were literally handed to you on a silver platter."
"What things do you know?"
"Things that need to be handed to you on a silver platter by the right person," Elizabeth answered, cryptically. "Will, you might have care for me more before all this but I think the tides have shifted. In your heart, I know that you've accepted that I'm with Andrew Norrington and I'm actually quite happy with him though not necessarily at stupid dinner parties." Will smiled at her attempt in humour. "You love her... I know that, but only YOU can really know to what extent..."
With that, Will finally realized what he saw in Elizabeth that made him fall. She was fiery, beautiful and wise. She read him like a book and with that came her mysterious understanding of him. And he also realized that she was right.
Before he could say his thanks, Jack returned. As he did, Patricia saw the way Will and Elizabeth looked at each other and their close bodies and mistook their understanding glance for that of one romantic. She immediately turned away when she saw Will establish her presence and she quickly avoided his eyes. Will, on the other hand, bit his lip, not knowing what to say to his best friend now.
"I've come to grace you all with my presence!" he declared from the hull. With him came Patricia and two newcomers. "Will, Elizabeth, this here is AnaMaria and Gibbs." When the strangers put their heads up and saw Will, they both started.
"It's uncanny," AnaMaria murmured. Will looked at her confused.
"What is?" he asked.
"Nothing," she said quickly. She turned to Jack and quickly changed the subject. "Where's the treasure?"
"Treasure?" Elizabeth asked just as confused.
"We'll explain later, Lizabeth Love," Jack replied. "It's down in the first cabin..." AnaMaria and Gibbs hurried down as if knowing the ship like the back of their hands already.
"Why do they need to see the treasure?" Patricia asked, fearing the answer.
"They're to help us gather the rest of it of course!" Jack answered substantiating her fears.
AN// Woohoo! I updated I updated! And woohoo. I feel proud of meself.
OH AND YES! New story of mine in case you are in liking of Lord of The Rings. It's called "Nine: A Modern Remix of the Trilogy" Read it if you ever find the time, please. It's a modern take of Lord of the Rings. Look it up in my profile!
Chapter 10:
Something was wrong with Patricia. Will could see it without as much as a glance towards her. Ever since an hour ago when she finished reading the journal, something was happening behind her dark eyes... as if war was waging behind them but she hid it well. He watched her as she helped Jack with the masts, dropping the sails to let the natural current drift them onto shore and into port.
'Yes,' he smiled ruefully. 'She's hiding something from me, all right.' He saw how her eyes twisted in concentration, doing everything she can with her hands as to have her mind so occupied with her task that it wasn't capable of any other things. He leaned back as he sat down on a barrel in the shade, his eyes closed.
What was wrong with her? She wasn't fragile in any sense of the word... She had seen her share of death so a story about some old man's passing shouldn't have fazed her. She had her fair share of suffering and cruelty so the cruelty the indigenous habitants of that island shouldn't have deterred her in the least. Will's hands went through his hair in frustration. He used to be able to read her so well! Now, since this stupid mess had begun, he couldn't even tell what was bothering her! He would go ask her but he felt uncomfortable doing so in front of Jack, who's been tailing the younger woman like a shadow, or Elizabeth, who's been entirely too clingy that morning... Granted, she knew nothing about the chest... seemed to have forgotten about it...
Elizabeth, on that very same morning, was eyeing Will with greater interest than usual. Had he always been so charming? Sweet? Unbelievably skilled with his hands? As a married woman, she mentally slapped herself for having such impure thoughts. And so soon after my own wedding. Still, even if she IS married, she couldn't help feel a bit attracted to the pair of gorgeous brown eyes. She felt herself drawn to him as he glanced at Patricia. Her jealousy to what those two held for each other gushed. She would kill to have a man look at her with that same intangible caress that illustrated pure adoration and love, be it platonic or romantic. When she came back, she'd make Andrew look at her like that...
'The trouble with the look Will and Patricia give each other is that one is confused and the other is romantic, respectively,' she thought.
"You need help, Will?" a soft voice asked. Will's eyes opened by a narrow margin and saw the dirty (yet in Will's eyes, still dazzlingly beautiful head) of Elizabeth looking down on him. Patricia, might as well, have not existed because at that moment, Will was completely and utterly in love with Elizabeth again and he would give his life to hold that moment when she was smiling down at him, shyly, (SHYLY!, he yelled silently) in his hands forever.
"I'm in the process of resting, Elizabeth," he teased. "Not much help you can do there..." Though there are some ideas popping into my head that I know, for a fact, if you willing to oblige to do so, would relax me so much I would die of ecstasy and arrive in Heaven only to find that it's only you...
"Well... I just wanted to have some company while we go ashore," she confessed, looking at the port. "Tortuga seems very... eccentric. I can see how Jack fits into it so perfectly." Her smile turned wryly. Will's eyes tore away from beauty and to the ugliness of Tortuga herself. She really wasn't an UGLY town. It was just that...
Drunkards were abundant and men were strewn about, laying in heaps, unable to move from last night's making of joy. The whores were washing up eager to start some of their more dignified work, others for some rest. Wealthy merchants stood high on their boots. They were easy to find considering that they were the only ones remotely clean.
"Those men are probably on their way to Port Royal," she murmured.
"They must... yes... They look much too respectable to be staying in this pla..." He wanted to continue that sentence but just as he was about to finish, an even more aristocratic-looking man emerged from a brothel, a dark woman in his arms leaning heavily on his body.
"Respectable my arse," a voice said behind them. Will turned and saw Patricia looking disgusted at the crowd. They were now right by the pier, the wooden casing of the ship scraping against the wood of the port. Patricia's hands held thick ropes and she was sweating heavily from the morning work. She turned again to the couple sitting in the shade and a small smile was forced through the grimace of her exhaustion. "You two seem comfortable there so you needn't bother. Jack and I will go to shore."
"I'm going with you," Will announced. "I'm not letting you go out there alone."
"It's broad daylight!"
"I don't care and neither will the impertinent men that wallow through these streets. They see you and..." he trailed off. "I'm not letting you go alone."
"I'm not going alone. I have Jack," she replied, stubbornly.
"Don't be obstinate. Jack Sparrow isn't my idea of a right escort for you," he growled.
"Hey!!" Jack yelled indignantly from a level above them. "That was uncalled for, Mr. Turner. Patricia, if you please..." He waved towards the stumps used to anchor the ships to port.
"Aye," she answered, hurriedly jumping the space between the ship and the port. She landed safely on the other side and began to wind the rope around the stump. She pulled at the ropes tightly and gestured to Jack that she was done. Will was about to follow but she waved him away. "You're staying, Will. You needn't come with us... You can stay with..." Her eyes turned momentarily hostile at the woman who was just standing there watching the scene unfold, fascinated. "Elizabeth."
"She can come with us!" he suggested. Patricia just sighed. Jack knew when to stay out of the fight so he just went on the boardwalk to make sure the ropes were tight while Patricia jumped on the ship again to say something to Will.
"Do you REALLY want to expose Elizabeth to such vile men of Tortuga?!" she shot back.
"No, but you're acting as if I would care less if YOU were exposed to it!" he cried out indignantly. Patricia rolled her eyes and then grabbed Will's shirt to pull her to him. For a moment, Jack, Elizabeth and Will thought she was pulling him down for a kiss but their faces missed by scant millimeters and her mouth went near Will's ear to whisper.
"I know you care about my well being because I know you love me like family, Will, but I also know you love Elizabeth more. If anything your love for her prevails over mine by hundreds of times over," Patricia whispered gently. For a moment, she was feeling quite good, saying something that she had known for the longest time. With that, she turned away never seeing the hurt look in Will's eyes.
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Patricia didn't look back as she strided down the wooden planks with Jack at her side. The pirate had a distinct look in his eyes and she knew that he wanted to know what she said.
"Go on... C'mon. I know you want to say it," she teased, smiling at him.
"Say what?"
"You're the most transparent man on the sea, Jack. You're curious. Of what, may I ask?"
"I don't know of what you mean, love..." he answered unrepentantly.
"Oh well... then, I guess I'm wrong," she grinned. "Just know I would have answered had you asked." She was about to tease the dark man some more but she felt an arm go around her waist.
"What a beauty," an an old drunk slurred into her face. "How's bout a night with a veteran, little one?" The drunk grinned, his toothless mouth pronounced by the rotting mouth and the breath he reeked.
"How about no?" she gagged. She pulled an arm up and it shot out to his face, breaking the already crooked nose. Jack had even had time to realize what was really happening. His hand was still poised at the hilt of a sword halfway out of his sheath when the old man fell in a slump on the floor. Patricia brushed any remnants of the harasser of her dress and turned to give Jack a smile. The pirate just looked at her wide-eyed and started to laugh.
"That... was the most... brilliant thing... in the world!" he stuttered in between guffaws. He fell on his knees, shaking. "You... tiny.... break...nose!!" Patricia's grin faltered as she nudged the fallen man with her shoe.
"Yes... Quite amusing that sweet little innocent Tricia can break some poor hobo's nose. Time to get over it, Jack," she muttered as the stares began to accumulate. "Jack!" she prodded. "God, what did you drink?! It's not that funny!" She put her arms below Jack's shoulders from behind and hefted him up. His laughs were dying and Patricia sighed in relief when the grinning people around them returned to their work.
"Yes it was love," he grinned, wiping tears from his eyes. "You should have seen the look on that man's face a spilt second before you belted him! Priceless!"
"Yea... right.. Ummm... to business, what are we doing on Tortuga? Already the welcoming committee has deemed this place low on my options on where I'll settle down, if ever," she said annoyed.
"The Watch," Jack answered, taking her hand and keeping her close to him and distant from any other tramps within reach.
"The Watch?"
"A pub I use to squander about in my rounds in Tortuga," he answered. "Some 'o me ole mates are there."
"Are their names available?" she poked.
"Two of them are... AnaMaria and Gibbs. Elizabeth oughta know Gibbs. Went on the same boat she arrived in from London."
"Must you mention that woman's name?" she hissed.
"Only to see that same fire in your eyes when you're angry love," he answered cheekily. She took a fist and hit him on the arm lightly.
"Shut up!" she cried. They entered the Watch and Patricia saw that it was empty. She asked Jack why so.
"Said it yourself. Broad daylight. Everyone has a hangover to mull over until their nest session with... RUM!" Jack caught sight of the bar with a man and woman slowly nursing some drinks and he ran towards them. He only gave a brief glance to Patricia warning her not to come near and she stayed a distance from them sitting uncomfortably on a bench.
They were muttering between themselves. Sometimes one of the two strangers would eye her carefully. The woman in particular would look her way. At first, her glances were suspicious and at all angles, unwelcoming, but as the conversation dragged on, the looks became more sympathetic and finally convivial. Jack turned towards her and motioned her forwards.
"Patricia Taylor, this is AnaMaria and Gibbs," Jack introduced.
"Pleasure to meet you," she murmured. Gibbs was giving her the most peculiar gaze as if seeing a ghost.
"The eyes..." he whispered in such a low voice that she wondered if she was dreaming the words.
"We're taking them to the ship, Tricia," Jack announced. In the week that she's known him, she knew had learned to obey her orders and knew from her father's stories that he always had right reason to give every order.
"Aye, captain," she nodded. Jack motioned for the door and Patricia led the way back to the Rouge.
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"What'd she say?" Elizabeth asked. She could see the shot down look in Will's eyes and she knew that whatever it was had hurt Will more than Patricia knew.
"Nothing," he answered bitterly. He walked to the other side of the ship that went out into the ocean. He desperately wanted to erase the words from his head. More than that, he wanted to erase the sincere tone behind her words and the perception that he had that Patricia had truly believed that for long before this had started. Elizabeth walked up to him, putting a comforting hand on his back but he wanted it off him because it was making him think of Elizabeth instead of concentrating on his friend.
"If she had, then I'm sure she didn't mean anything by it," Elizabeth said.
"You didn't hear HOW she said it," he snapped.
"Ahh.. so she DID say something," she said a smile turning her lips. He turned away angrily.
"Damn you..." he said without heart. "It doesn't matter."
"If it affects you so then I believe it does..." Will's eyes were downcast when he looked back. If Patricia could say whatever she wanted, then so could he.
"You knew I was in love with you, right, Elizabeth? I loved you beyond everyone and everything else," he asked. Elizabeth's eyes widened in the admission.
"y... yes... I did," she murmured. Her cheeks flushed pink and she didn't know what else to say. "And I've been flattered without a doubt..."
"And you know I love Patricia as well? That I do because without her I probably wouldn't be the man I am today before you?" he kept on.
"Of course. She's family to you," Elizabeth answered, looking him in the eye, somehow knowing the next question that came from his lips.
"Can you give me the right answer right now if I ask you who I love more?" Her lips were pursed shut and she thought for a second.
"I believe that you loved me more..." She said it in a tone that didn't brag triumph. More declarative than exclamatory. Will looked down.
"So she was right," he said in a hurt voice.
"Right about what?"
"When I said I didn't care any less if it were her being dragged through those streets, she told me that I did care less. That I loved her but I loved you more so I care less for her than you... and technically, I should..." he said. His voice faltered in self-disappointment.
"That's an awful thought to live by if you by Patricia," Elizabeth whispered.
"What do you mean?" Elizabeth remained silent for a few minutes, not knowing how to word her thoughts and what she knew of the ridiculously obdurate couple.
"I mean..." she started. "By intuition, I know things that you wouldn't be able to find out unless they were literally handed to you on a silver platter."
"What things do you know?"
"Things that need to be handed to you on a silver platter by the right person," Elizabeth answered, cryptically. "Will, you might have care for me more before all this but I think the tides have shifted. In your heart, I know that you've accepted that I'm with Andrew Norrington and I'm actually quite happy with him though not necessarily at stupid dinner parties." Will smiled at her attempt in humour. "You love her... I know that, but only YOU can really know to what extent..."
With that, Will finally realized what he saw in Elizabeth that made him fall. She was fiery, beautiful and wise. She read him like a book and with that came her mysterious understanding of him. And he also realized that she was right.
Before he could say his thanks, Jack returned. As he did, Patricia saw the way Will and Elizabeth looked at each other and their close bodies and mistook their understanding glance for that of one romantic. She immediately turned away when she saw Will establish her presence and she quickly avoided his eyes. Will, on the other hand, bit his lip, not knowing what to say to his best friend now.
"I've come to grace you all with my presence!" he declared from the hull. With him came Patricia and two newcomers. "Will, Elizabeth, this here is AnaMaria and Gibbs." When the strangers put their heads up and saw Will, they both started.
"It's uncanny," AnaMaria murmured. Will looked at her confused.
"What is?" he asked.
"Nothing," she said quickly. She turned to Jack and quickly changed the subject. "Where's the treasure?"
"Treasure?" Elizabeth asked just as confused.
"We'll explain later, Lizabeth Love," Jack replied. "It's down in the first cabin..." AnaMaria and Gibbs hurried down as if knowing the ship like the back of their hands already.
"Why do they need to see the treasure?" Patricia asked, fearing the answer.
"They're to help us gather the rest of it of course!" Jack answered substantiating her fears.
AN// Woohoo! I updated I updated! And woohoo. I feel proud of meself.