William Turner stepped into the blacksmith shop to find it the same way as
he had left it. He had just been out with Elizabeth and he was happy.
"What a life," he muttered. "It's been very interesting. Especially since Jack Sparrow made it like that."
He walked over to the window and looked outside. He breathed in the fresh air. The sun had been shining brightly all day, not a cloud in the sky.
"Sometimes, I wonder what's going to come next?" he muttered to himself. "I never know what to expect now."
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Elizabeth sat down in the chair and picked up a brush to do her hair. She gave a small sigh as she looked out the window. In the distance, she saw a boat heading towards the docks.
"I wonder who's coming in now? Sometimes, I wonder if it's Jack Sparrow coming for another one of his adventures," she whispered to herself.
She looked at its white sails before returning to her hair. "I sincerely hope not. Besides, his ship doesn't have white sails and I doubt he'd be back this soon anyway," she quietly told herself as she stared into the mirror.
She continued to wonder about the ship. Her thoughts were clouded with curiousity.
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An older man, who on board the ship that was just arriving in Port Royal, glanced over at the cloaked figure helping around the deck. He was wary of this person for this action and others that he had performed during the journey to this town.
"I've never seen a man do that before. I just hope he doesn't cause any trouble before he gets off," he muttered to himself.
He kept an eye on the figure as the ship docked and everyone began climbing off. He walked over to the cloaked figure.
"Where are you heading after this? Why did you come here with us in the first place? What's your interest in Port Royal?" he asked.
The figure simply stared at him from behind his mask and didn't say anything.
"You know, you're one of the rudest people I've ever met! At least others answer the questions they're asked!" the man growled at the person standing on front of him. "I just hope for your sake that you're not a pirate. If you are, you're heading for the gallows here."
The masked man seemed unfazed by the news as he walked off the boat. The figure made their way through the streets, looking for someplace that seemed to have answers to what they were looking for.
"Where do I begin looking? I want answers but it seems that no matter where I go, there's nothing or nobody that can give them to me or help me find them. Can this finally be the place?" a feminine voice said from behind the hood. "Will I finally find my answers?"
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Elizabeth walked out of the front door, glancing from side to side before walking away from the house. She had to go tell Will her thoughts about that ship before she did anything else. She soon saw a hooded figure walking towards her home.
'Now that's odd,' she thought to herself as she watched the figure.
They passed each other and Elizabeth had to turn her head to continue watching the person. She stopped and had to worry slightly about this person. Elizabeth noticed that this person was also watching her.
"I have to tell Will about that person as well," she whispered to herself before starting towards the blacksmith shop.
But before she could go anywhere, her father stepped out of the house and saw her.
"Elizabeth!" called Governor Swann, causing her to cringe.
"What is it Father?" she asked turned to look at him.
"Where are you going?" he wondered as she stepped towards him.
"I have to go tell Will something," she replied.
"I understand your love of him but you've already seen him today and besides, I have something planned for this afternoon," he told her.
Elizabeth rolled her eyes before heading back towards her home.
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The figure was walking through the town, looking for any clues to what they were looking for. The figure looked up to see Commodore Norrington heading towards them. They looked away from him as the two passed each other.
Norrington glanced at the person trying to hide their face from him. He grabbed the figure's arm and looked at them.
"Where are you going in such a hurry and why are you covering your face?" he wondered.
When the figure didn't answer him, he became suspicious. The commodore was soon beginning to fear there was a pirate on the town's hands again.
"What are you hiding?" he demanded before revealing the figure's wrist.
He didn't see a mark branding them as a pirate but what he did see what the tattoo and it was of a bird.
"You are a pirate, aren't you?" Norrington demanded.
The figure didn't answer that question either. Instead, they managed to break from the commodore's grasp and begin to run away from him. A few soldiers were nearby and Norrington looked at them with an angry stare.
"Well, what are you waiting for? Go after him!" he ordered them before they ran after him.
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Will was heading into the back of the building to get some tools he needed when he heard the door open. He wondered who it would be as he decided to look out into the room. Since he didn't see or hear the person, he narrowed his eyes.
"What can I help you with?" he called out as he headed back out.
He looked at the figure that just walked into the building. The person was covered with a hood but it was obvious to him that they were new to the area. Whoever they were, they were looking at the swords.
"What do you want?" demanded Will as he walked up to the figure.
The figure was a good five inches shorter than the blacksmith but they twirled around and aimed a sword at him.
"If it has to be this way," Will said before backing away and grabbing a sword from another rack.
The two swords touched each other before the duel began. Will forced the person back towards the door but the person was not relenting.
"You are good," Will told the person. "Very good indeed."
"Let me pass. I have no quarrel with you," a voice came from behind the mask.
Will was slightly surprised by this for the voice sounded feminine. He expected it to be more masculine but he was unsure if it was really a woman or not. His face showed his confusion and the masked person snickered at him, lowering the sword in their hand.
"I will not let you get in my way. I have to get out of this place and somewhere else so I can continue my quest for answers," the figure told him. "You will not find out anything about me."
"So be it but I can't let you go by," Will replied as he lifted his sword again. "It will have to be this way then."
The figure lunged towards him and then the duel continued. The figure was obviously not as powerful as Will. He kept pushing the figure back until he was right up against the door. Will placed a sword to the figure's neck and he could hear the person gulp.
"You have nowhere to go. Now to see who's behind the mask," Will muttered as he reached for the hood.
The head moved just a bit from his reach but he quickly reacted to it and pulled it down. What he saw slightly surprised him for he was only half- expecting it to be so.
It was indeed a woman.
TBC...
"What a life," he muttered. "It's been very interesting. Especially since Jack Sparrow made it like that."
He walked over to the window and looked outside. He breathed in the fresh air. The sun had been shining brightly all day, not a cloud in the sky.
"Sometimes, I wonder what's going to come next?" he muttered to himself. "I never know what to expect now."
###
Elizabeth sat down in the chair and picked up a brush to do her hair. She gave a small sigh as she looked out the window. In the distance, she saw a boat heading towards the docks.
"I wonder who's coming in now? Sometimes, I wonder if it's Jack Sparrow coming for another one of his adventures," she whispered to herself.
She looked at its white sails before returning to her hair. "I sincerely hope not. Besides, his ship doesn't have white sails and I doubt he'd be back this soon anyway," she quietly told herself as she stared into the mirror.
She continued to wonder about the ship. Her thoughts were clouded with curiousity.
###
An older man, who on board the ship that was just arriving in Port Royal, glanced over at the cloaked figure helping around the deck. He was wary of this person for this action and others that he had performed during the journey to this town.
"I've never seen a man do that before. I just hope he doesn't cause any trouble before he gets off," he muttered to himself.
He kept an eye on the figure as the ship docked and everyone began climbing off. He walked over to the cloaked figure.
"Where are you heading after this? Why did you come here with us in the first place? What's your interest in Port Royal?" he asked.
The figure simply stared at him from behind his mask and didn't say anything.
"You know, you're one of the rudest people I've ever met! At least others answer the questions they're asked!" the man growled at the person standing on front of him. "I just hope for your sake that you're not a pirate. If you are, you're heading for the gallows here."
The masked man seemed unfazed by the news as he walked off the boat. The figure made their way through the streets, looking for someplace that seemed to have answers to what they were looking for.
"Where do I begin looking? I want answers but it seems that no matter where I go, there's nothing or nobody that can give them to me or help me find them. Can this finally be the place?" a feminine voice said from behind the hood. "Will I finally find my answers?"
###
Elizabeth walked out of the front door, glancing from side to side before walking away from the house. She had to go tell Will her thoughts about that ship before she did anything else. She soon saw a hooded figure walking towards her home.
'Now that's odd,' she thought to herself as she watched the figure.
They passed each other and Elizabeth had to turn her head to continue watching the person. She stopped and had to worry slightly about this person. Elizabeth noticed that this person was also watching her.
"I have to tell Will about that person as well," she whispered to herself before starting towards the blacksmith shop.
But before she could go anywhere, her father stepped out of the house and saw her.
"Elizabeth!" called Governor Swann, causing her to cringe.
"What is it Father?" she asked turned to look at him.
"Where are you going?" he wondered as she stepped towards him.
"I have to go tell Will something," she replied.
"I understand your love of him but you've already seen him today and besides, I have something planned for this afternoon," he told her.
Elizabeth rolled her eyes before heading back towards her home.
###
The figure was walking through the town, looking for any clues to what they were looking for. The figure looked up to see Commodore Norrington heading towards them. They looked away from him as the two passed each other.
Norrington glanced at the person trying to hide their face from him. He grabbed the figure's arm and looked at them.
"Where are you going in such a hurry and why are you covering your face?" he wondered.
When the figure didn't answer him, he became suspicious. The commodore was soon beginning to fear there was a pirate on the town's hands again.
"What are you hiding?" he demanded before revealing the figure's wrist.
He didn't see a mark branding them as a pirate but what he did see what the tattoo and it was of a bird.
"You are a pirate, aren't you?" Norrington demanded.
The figure didn't answer that question either. Instead, they managed to break from the commodore's grasp and begin to run away from him. A few soldiers were nearby and Norrington looked at them with an angry stare.
"Well, what are you waiting for? Go after him!" he ordered them before they ran after him.
###
Will was heading into the back of the building to get some tools he needed when he heard the door open. He wondered who it would be as he decided to look out into the room. Since he didn't see or hear the person, he narrowed his eyes.
"What can I help you with?" he called out as he headed back out.
He looked at the figure that just walked into the building. The person was covered with a hood but it was obvious to him that they were new to the area. Whoever they were, they were looking at the swords.
"What do you want?" demanded Will as he walked up to the figure.
The figure was a good five inches shorter than the blacksmith but they twirled around and aimed a sword at him.
"If it has to be this way," Will said before backing away and grabbing a sword from another rack.
The two swords touched each other before the duel began. Will forced the person back towards the door but the person was not relenting.
"You are good," Will told the person. "Very good indeed."
"Let me pass. I have no quarrel with you," a voice came from behind the mask.
Will was slightly surprised by this for the voice sounded feminine. He expected it to be more masculine but he was unsure if it was really a woman or not. His face showed his confusion and the masked person snickered at him, lowering the sword in their hand.
"I will not let you get in my way. I have to get out of this place and somewhere else so I can continue my quest for answers," the figure told him. "You will not find out anything about me."
"So be it but I can't let you go by," Will replied as he lifted his sword again. "It will have to be this way then."
The figure lunged towards him and then the duel continued. The figure was obviously not as powerful as Will. He kept pushing the figure back until he was right up against the door. Will placed a sword to the figure's neck and he could hear the person gulp.
"You have nowhere to go. Now to see who's behind the mask," Will muttered as he reached for the hood.
The head moved just a bit from his reach but he quickly reacted to it and pulled it down. What he saw slightly surprised him for he was only half- expecting it to be so.
It was indeed a woman.
TBC...