[A/N: Hey! This is my second fanfic, the sequel to False Identity. Don't worry, I'll think up a better title! To all who are new readers, thank you for checking out my story, and I advise you to read False Identity first, but if you don't want to, I think all of the questions you have will be answered over time, but don't quote me on that. To all of my False Identity readers, yay! You are still sticking with me! Ok, enough talking. Let's get on with the story!]
Disclaimer: I only own POTC on DVD.
Michelle stood by the window of the dress shop and looked out towards the water. She missed sailing so much; the wind in her face and blowing her hair, the smell of the salty water, and how it felt like all her problems were being left behind her. The last time she had been on a ship was the day she fled to Port Royal. She closed her eyes and remembered the day she had first arrived two years ago.
'Michelle stepped off the ship and into the bustling streets of Port Royal. She had only been to Will's house once before, but she thought she knew the general direction. After taking a few wrong turns, she finally asked a man to point her in the direction of the Turner residence.
Once she finally made her way to their front door, it was past midday. She walked up to the large oak front doors of the beautiful white house and knocked. A couple of seconds later she was met by the face of Elizabeth.
"Michelle!" she cried, pulling her into a hug. "I'm so surprised to see you! And so soon!"
"Well, I can't get enough of you guys," Michelle replied, breaking the hug.
"Come on in. Do you want something to eat?"
Once they had tea ready, Elizabeth told her about how the Commodore kept his word and how Will had just started up his own blacksmith shop. When she asked why Michelle was there, she proceeded to tell Elizabeth about how she told Jack she loved him and the whole mess that happened afterward. Elizabeth pulled her into a hug and told her she deserved much better than that unfaithful lying bastard. The whole time Michelle didn't shed a single tear. She had wasted enough of them on Captain Jack Sparrow.'
"Excuse me miss," said a woman, interrupting Michelle's thoughts. She turned from the window to look at the woman who had a light blue dress draped over her arm. "I'm ready to pay for my dress."
Once Michelle had boxed the dress and the woman had paid, she called back to the store manager to say she was leaving. She walked to the Turner's house and knocked on the door. When no one answered, she turned the doorknob to see if the door was unlocked. It was, and she went into the house.
"Hello? Is anyone here?" she called. She looked up at the landing at the top of the stairs and saw a brown haired boy looking at her through the bars. "William!" she called, running up the stairs.
"Chelle!" he called, tottering over to her. Michelle took the little boy into her arms and swung him into the air, causing him to laugh. She set him down and asked, "Where's your mother?"
"I'm right here," said Elizabeth, coming out of a room down the hall. Her son waked over to hr and extended his arms towards her. She picked him up and walked over to Michelle, giving her a hug with her free arm. They walked downstairs and into the sitting room. Once they were both snug on the soft blue velvet couches and William was playing with little toy cars in the corner, the two women started to chat.
"So, is Will still working at the shop?" Michelle asked.
"Yes. He got a new order for a sword for Captain Blake. He lost his at sea."
Michelle laughed. "What a great captain. Can't even keep a hold of his sword."
Both of the women laughed at this. After they caught their breath, Elizabeth asked, "So… has Robert asked you yet?"
Michelle sighed. Elizabeth was always asking if the man she was seeing, Robert Bennett, had asked her to marry him yet. They had met a year ago at Governor Swann's birthday party. "No, he hasn't," Michelle told her.
Elizabeth looked disappointed. "He hasn't asked you?"
Michelle shook her head. This wasn't the first time the subject of her getting married had come up. "Why do you keep asking me?"
It was Elizabeth's turn to sigh. "I just want you to be happy. And Will does too. The two of you are so sweet together, and we want you to be taken care of. We're worried about you."
"I'm fine. I've lived on my own since I was seventeen, and have managed to make it through all of that." Sure she practically starved back in Tortuga, but Elizabeth didn't need to know that. Besides, being skinny made corsets a lot easier to wear. "Trust me, I'm fine."
Elizabeth didn't look convinced. "I just want what's best for you." The women gave each other a hug.
At that moment the door opened and a voice said, "Hello!"
William's face lit up, and he ran into the foyer. "Hey there! How's my boy doing today?" He picked up his son and ruffled his hair. The two women walked in.
"Will! Put him down, you're going to get him all dirty." Will put him back down on the ground and walked over to give his wife a hug and kiss.
"I have a gift for you," he said to William. He went back outside and returned with a little wooden sword. William took the sword and said, "I'm a piwate!"
This made Michelle laugh. "Like father like son."
Will came over and gave her a hug. "Have any good news for us?"
Elizabeth walked over and Will put his arms around her. "Nope, she's not engaged yet."
Michelle laughed. "What is with you two? Both of you are obsessed with me getting married," she said, hitting Will lightly on the arm.
"So Michelle, do you want to stay for dinner?"
"Ok. I don't have any plans."
After dinner, Michelle walked to her little one story home. It wasn't the best house in the world, but it was the right size for her, not too expensive, and had a view of the sea. She walked in to the backyard and gathered pails of well water. She put the pails in front of the fire to warm them for her bath. Once the water was ready, she poured them into the bath, undressed, and sank into the warm water. She thought about Will and Elizabeth, and how they want her to get married. She really liked Robert, he was a great guy, but she didn't love him. After the whole Jack escapade, she had closed her heart off to everyone except Will and Elizabeth. And even then she didn't tell them all of her troubles. She wanted what they had badly: a loving and caring relationship. And while she cared for Robert, she didn't love him. 'Damn you Sparrow' she thought to herself. The thought of him made her blood boil with anger. It was all his fault. If he hadn't made her fall in love with him and then broken her heart, she wouldn't be in this mess. He was such a self-centered ass. She could just strangle his sorry neck. Michelle broke out of her thoughts and realized her water had become cold. She quickly finished up and got out.
Once she was in her nightgown, she went into her bed and fell right to sleep.
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Michelle was in Tortuga. She had a letter grasped in her hand and tears were flowing from her eyes. The note said that her brother had died out at sea. Suddenly she was at Christina's Pub and was running around frantically. It was her first day on the job. A drunk man was harassing her and asking her how much she cost. She knew there were prostitutes in the city, but her brother had sheltered her from most of it. She ran out of the bar crying. But instead of walking out of the pub she was back in it behind the bar a couple of years later. A man walked up to her and sat down in front of her. It was Jack. The scene changed again to her first time on the rigging. She saw the boat beneath her and felt thrilled and frightened at the same time. Suddenly she was looking at Will after she told him about her being a woman. Next she was jerked out on to the deck under the stars, kissing Jack for the first time. And last, she was looking into a pair of chocolate eyes as a voice whispered to her, "I'll always come back for you."
[A/N: There you go! I finally posted it. R/R!]