Title: I wish I may; I wish I might

Author: Marlena & Trav

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Disclaimer: I don't own anything, or anyone. This is based strictly on role-play. It has nothing to do with the real Pirates of the Caribbean. It would be a 'before look' if anything; based on the content. The characters, setting, etc is from the movie, and this is my way of stating I'm NOT claming ownership. So don't screw me, err sue me, okay? The portrayal of Elizabeth Swann is credit to Marlena; while on the flipside, Will Turner is credit to Trav. Comments are always welcome.

Prologue: Elizabeth Swann is the governor's daughter. Will ( William ) Turner, is a simple blacksmith. As far as everything was stated, these two were from two different worlds, and were never to come together in any way shape or form. But can classes stand in the way of true love?

Chapter Two: Mistress Mary's Seamstress' Shop

Will shifted his weight, balancing the heavy box of steel bricks on his hip. As stupid as the work seemed, making nails and horseshoes kept the shop open and his days free to practice with his swords, his joy in life. Well, one of his joys... his other joy.. He looked up from the dock road to the porch of the governor's manor. He stopped for a moment, wishing he didn't have this burdensome box to deliver back to the shop, wishing he could just stand and wait for Elizabeth to make an appearance as she often did in the afternoon. The sunlight loved her, brightening her eyes and smile more than he thought possible. Hastily he shifted the box again, almost loosing his grip. What am I? Twelve? palms sweating at the thought of a girl. But it wasn't a girl.. it was Elizabeth, the most beautiful, wonderful woman he'd ever known. He began walking again, glancing hopefully every so often at the manor's porch again. Maybe he would spend some more time at the docks after he delivered the box.

Running about the Swann estate; Elizabeth stood in the midst of pure chaos. Something was going on; but Elizabeth cared not to inquire. She raised the skirt of her dress above her ankles, shaking her head slightly at the thought of what could be wrong. Or right. It didn't seem important. Not now. She was still having thoughts from a few short days ago. When Will came up to the estate with her father's order...and then of course, the question about the necklace. She had hid it; alright...in her desk. Nobody would find it...nobody knew about the little compartment in the top drawer, except for Elizabeth. It's where she hid the necklace in the first place. Until of course; her sudden dire urge to wear it. What a mistake THAT was. She walked out onto the balcony, pushing her long hair back over her shoulders. She needed some time for just herself...and lately, that was hard to come by. After all, with Captain Norrington never allowing her a moment's peace...he clearly had something in mind. She had known him so long now, and just the thought of him annoyed Elizabeth. 'he's a good man miss', she would always hear from the maids who assisted her. 'fancy that Miss Swann; wouldn't it be lovely if he asked you to marriage?' ....fancy that? Dread that! Elizabeth didn't want any part of that. Her hands wrapped around the railing of the balcony as she looked out over the port, letting out a heavy breath as she did so. So much troubled her lovely mind now, she wished for the simple pleasure of childhood again. If only it was so easy as to turn an hourglass and watch time fall backwards....it would have been a glorific revelation indeed. Her troubles seemed to wither as she looked out over the docks. A small, childish smile crossed her face as she saw Will going upon his daily business. He was such a busy man, so respected amon- sighing, amongst his class. A hard worker. Why couldn't her father see it? Why couldn't Captain Norrington? Why couldn't anyone except her? Was everyone else oblivious?....'Wait a tick, no. That sounded like a crush, Elizabeth...' She said to herself. But she couldn't have a crush on…on a blacksmith could she?...of course not. He was just Will. A friend. A ....very good friend. Her thoughts, as inappropriate as they were seemed to bring a smile to Elizabeth's face.

Looking up once more, he caught Elizabeth's eye for a brief moment. He turned his head away to hide the soft blush of his cheeks. It was so much less embarrassing in his dreams, when she caught him staring at her. Walk faster, his mind screamed, you can come back to the docks and stare all you'd like later. But his body wasn't getting the message. Instead, he slowed, looking back up to where Elizabeth stood, surveying the seaside. He gave her a broad smile, unwittingly. He couldn't help smiling when he saw that bright, charming, angelic... NO. Bells rang inside his head. She's way up there while you're down on the dusty roads for a reason. A friendly smile from you doesn't change anything about respectable captain Norrington in her eyes.. But still, he couldn't let it be, he mouthed 'Hello ms. Swann' with another smile, doubting she'd even be able to tell what he was saying.

Elizabeth chuckled softly as she noticed him looking back at her. And...did he say...hello? Well that's what it looked like, go ahead and wave. Worry about looking like a fool later, so told herself, and slowly raised her hand from her grip on the railing. A small wave and a smile was all she replied with, and hopefully that would be just enough. She didn't mean to stare, but when it came to Will that seemed to be the one thing that always happened. Perhaps it was his face...that of strong nature, or his eyes...yet another lovely accent to a lovely man. Lovely? Oh get a grip Elizabeth...she demanded herself, composure seemingly lacking at the moment. Why was it that Will made her crazy inadvertently? It wasn't his fault. He didn't even know. But it was the small things he did that made her insane with fury, temptation, annoyance, lo- longing to be with him? The smiles, the sweet gestures, the caring attitude, the whole nine yards. Maybe he did know what he did. And maybe this lot was all on purpose. She had to stop staring. She just realized in all of the time she was thinking she was STILL staring at him. Slowly looking away, she glanced out to the sparkling sea, even that seemed to lack in luster to Will's smile...this made Elizabeth sigh softly with her smile still in tact.

Will sighed as she waved back at him, he was lost in thought as he rested the box atop a pier pilling, gazing up at the balcony, if only there were some way. And then it hit him, he wasn't quite reading, but he could use it as an excuse. He looked up at Elizabeth, hoping to catch her eye again. "Come to Mistress Mary's." He hoped she understood who he meant. Her seamstress Mary, had her own shop just across the way from his. The kind woman had taken him in like her own son and enjoyed his stopping by. He also had buttons and grommets for her, while the order wasn't complete yet, she never minded getting things early. The governor loved to spoil Elizabeth, surely he'd allow her away from the house to see about a new dress…or something like that. He must have looked like a fool, he imagined, standing there, staring off into nowhere. But to him, he was staring at the only thing that mattered. "Mistress Mary's?" He asked, wishing to verify that she'd heard him, and would hopefully come.

She had been doing all in her [little] means of power to resist looking toward Will again. She didn't need to be throwing him off from his work...at least he was making an honest living here. Rather than being pampered like a princess for no reason. Well, Will wasn't a princess it just seemed lik- she was mentally trailing off. That couldn't be a good thing. Slowly turning her attention back toward Will, she noticed him trying to say something to her. "What?" She mouthed back, a confused smile on her face. The second time she thought she got it...and the confusion swept away. "Mistress Mary's?" She asked back, wondering what could have been the problem down there. She slowly nodded in his direction. "I'll. Be. Right. There." She said, accenting with her hands as she mouthed the words slowly so he'd be able to tell what she was saying from the distance. Disappearing back into the house, Elizabeth seemed to be in a hurry, though smiling. She was pleased with the way she looked enough, the only problem was her hair. The breeze from the ocean had ravished the perfect job the maid had done on it, but Elizabeth didn't care. She wanted to get down there immediately. Why would Will ask her to go down there? Maybe she had something for Elizabeth? Or maybe he just wanted to see her? Oh why would he want to do that.. Elizabeth asked herself quietly as she was headed to the door. Just before she grabbed her umbrella, Elizabeth shouted up toward the servant walking upstairs. "I'll only be a few moments, I'm going down to Mistress Mary's!" As the servant acknowledged her Elizabeth opened the door, going outside. She hurried down the walk to the gate; no need for the carriage, no need for any of that lot. That would just raise suspicion in the first place. She didn't need that, not now. Nor did she need supervision! That's all that would get her.

Will hurried, hiding a satisfied smile at her response. She was going to meet him at Mary's. He practically ran into the shop, dropping the box of steel onto a table and closing up the box of buttons and hooks and grommets he'd been making for Mary. She was the one person who he could trust not to tell the governor, she already knew about will's crush. In fact, in her mind, Elizabeth and Will were already married with five children. He couldn't help but smile at that thought, he and Elizabeth growing old together with youngsters running around. As soon as he entered the doorway to the shop, Mary was all over that smile. I bet I can guess who that smile is for Will. Will shh-ed her, remarking that Elizabeth was on her way to meet him. As he'd expected, Mary was happy to receive the little trinkets, but insisted on counting and examining everyone, forcing Will to dawdle in the shop. He turned, back to the door, examining a table of ribbons and charms. He wished, half heartedly, that someday he would be in a position to give something like that to Elizabeth.. as more than a friend.

Gasping for breath, Elizabeth opened the door of Mistress Mary's shop. Fanning herself lightly, she glanced up, noticing Mary...and Will, of course. She slowly smiled, as she stood straight up once more. "Will, what a surprise..." She said quietly, as she began walking forward, aiming not to interrupt Mary's counting and such of the material. "I wasn't sure if this was what you had meant, you know from the dock?" Her smiled was there as she spoke, slowly waving to Mary who had looked up then back to her examination. "But it's a pleasant surprise after all." And it was. It wasn't like entering for an order here, it was like entering a small shade of heaven when she saw Will standing here, almost as if he was waiting for her. He must have been...which just made Elizabeth's heart flutter lightly at the thought of it all. Though she wouldn't lead on to such. Not here. But then again could she? No. Don't do it, Elizabeth, stay calm. "How is your day so far?" She asked, making small conversation. For wonder really, she could even think being this close to Will without her father hovering over her shoulder, watching her every move. Perhaps she was nervous by this, or then again, relieved.

Amazing, he thought to himself, getting to escape to our own little corner of the world together. Instead, he shrugged to her slightly, "Business is good, the weather's fine." Mary shot Will a smug look, it was the business and weather that had put that smile of his face alright. Will was just telling me how nicely that ribbon he's clutching would match your dress today.. Damn Mary, Will cursed silently, she was like his mother alright, trying to play matchmaker. "I.." He tried to think of an explanation, he hadn't said that to Mary, even if he had thought it. "It's nice, if you like ribbons.." What did that mean? That he didn't think she liked nice things? His mouth was dry, his heart practically jumping out of his chest. How could be gain the courage to give her the stupid little friendship ring he'd made if he couldn't admit that a ribbon brought out the color in her eyes? He'd asked her to meet him here because it was the one place that they could be away from scolding eyes, but Will couldn't pretend that the eyes wouldn't be there as soon as they left. He replaced the ribbon on the table, pretending to be just as interested in the others, which didn't match her dress.. or eyes.. or sparkling laugh.. "Everything to your liking Mistress Mary?" Please give me a straight answer... Almost Will, almost perfectly to my liking. Mary flashed a knowing smile from Elizabeth to Will, before going back to examining the buttons. Suddenly, Will felt his cheeks reddening as leaned forward, to examine the stitching on a waistcoat.

Elizabeth smiled modestly as she looked at the ribbon. "Well, even I must say it's quite lovely." She said; as she walked up standing beside Will. Her intention was initially to get a better peek at the material, or was it? She smiled to Will, picking up a piece of the ribbon. "I do like it, can this be used on my dress?" Elizabeth inquired, which Mary's warm smile gave Elizabeth the answer she was looking for. A solid yes. "Thank you Mistress." She said, her own smile repaying the favour of answer. She glanced toward Will, her smile turning to more of a smirk. "You have a good eye for pattern, Will. Are you sure you shouldn't be a seamstress instead?" She joked, hoping greatly he wouldn't take offense to her bold comment. She had noticed him take glance to his waistcoat and softly chuckled. Was he nervous? Or just uncomfortable with the way Mary was examining everything? Or with her being there? So her mind was once again playing 20 questions with her, but all of these questions she didn't have answers for, which made it even worse. "Will are you alright?" Elizabeth finally asked, her smile seemingly brighter with the thought that maybe it was she who had him nervous...that would have been just beautiful. Not in the terms of having absolute superiority over him, but the matter of it being just sweet.

"What?" he was jolted from his examination of the coat. "I'm fine.." I feel like I'm having a heart attack and I'm fighting with wanting to kiss you and hit you.. but I'm fine.. "I just don't happen to think I'd be very good at making dresses.. unless you like that rough, thrown together by a 5 year old look.. I can barely keep the wholes in my socks bound up." Now she'd think even worse of him, that he wore socks with holes in them.. He didn't know what had him more nervous, Elizabeth standing so close, or the daggers Mary was shooting at him. It was now or never he decided, sliding a thin silver ring from his pinky. Kneeling down, he pretended to pick it up from the floor. "This looks nice Elizabeth.. " he commented off handedly, like it was just your average thing. "Someone must have lost it.. probably a little girl's friendship ring.." He acted like he was thinking out loud, instead of worrying if she'd enjoy it, after the time he'd put into the small thing.

Elizabeth extended her hand, a small inquiring smile on her face. "May I?" She asked, taking it from his grasp. "It's quite lovely...looks a little too formal for a little girl's ring." Then again, she had such as a child. Shaking the thought from her head, she let out a small giggle as she slid it onto her finger. It fit...perfectly. "Look Will; I could say I was engaged to you with this." She said, her intentions joking, not meaning to either scare or offend him with such a statement, as she raised her hand up toward the ceiling, examining it. It did look good on her. Then again that was her own opinion. "If I could be so bold to ask, may I wear it? Until of course, someone looks for it...I mean.." So she was thinking of it as something straight from Will opposed to the 'real truth' of the matter. "As for the socks bit, Will..." she chuckled softly. "I'm sure you do just fine. You're good with your hands after all. You forget I've seen your work." She said sharply, a tone she barely ever had the heart to use. Maybe it was provoked by the way Will spoke ill of himself or his worth, but Elizabeth didn't like it one bit. "Don't down yourself, you're a great man and you do know what you're doing."

Will, hoping he wasn't too presumptuous, took her hand gently in his. "Well my dear, now that we are to be married.. I insist to buy one of everything in the store and two of everything you like, since Mistress Mary here seems to have had such a hand in this marriage.." Though he too joked, his eyes never left her hand. He'd taken care to make it just the size Mary had told him would fit. Damn Mary for being right. "What do you say my dear Elizabeth, we have some wine and biscuits to celebrate our coming celebration?" For these brief moments, it was like they were children again. His racing heartbeat and sweaty palms had vanished. He was Will Turner and she was Elizabeth Swann, friends, playmates, and that's all the world cared to know.

She couldn't help but laugh softly as his mannerly pompous attitude; she viewed it as very sweet. Charming. Almost, actually it was, completely mesmerizing. "Well my love; when you put it that way how could a lady resist?" Elizabeth said with a small giggle. Memories of when they used to joke about running away to get married flooded back to her head which caused her to smile even more. She hadn't been this happy in what seemed ages; not since her father had really prohibited her spending so much time with Will. 'He's a working man, now Elizabeth. You leave him to his duty and you stay to yours.' The words pierced her happiness like a gunshot through the velvet silence of night, but she shook them out of her head. She was meant to be happy in this moment; not miserable by lingering on her father's prejudice toward Will's class of living. It was unfair. Yet she continued to ignore his wishes. "I say that would be a lovely celebration; if I may be so bold as to inquire in choice." She said, her cheeks turning a soft blush as he held her hand still. This was the lifestyle she wish she had…carefree - sweet - because at least then she'd have someone worth loving.

[[ Chapter two for ye scallywags. R&R if ye like, and chapter 3 shall be comin' to ye shortly :-D ]]