A Ball In Port Royal
Chapter 2
It had been a few weeks since the Ball. Will was in the workshop. He was fighting with himself not to think about her, but it was impossible.
"Ooww!" He hit his hand with the hammer he was using. He'd been doing that alot recently, he couldn't seem to hold his concentration, he knew why. Sighing, he stopped and sat down, clutching his hand. He wouldn't get any decent work done at this rate. He started daydreaming. Everything was about her. He kept thinking back to that night...that look in her eyes...seemed so...so real. Maybe, just maybe, it could be like all those fairytales. Maybe she would just fall for him. But there was her father, a nice enough man, but he'll expect her to marry someone with wealth...with a bit more social status than a blacksmith. He winced at the thought of her marrying the Commodore.
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Meanwhile, Elizabeth was sitting in her room by the window. She couldn't stop thinking about Will Turner. She knew some people may disaprove, because he is a blacksmith, but she couldn't help it she was...dare she say it...in Love. But she hadn't seen him since the ball. Perhaps he wasn't interested in her at all. Maybe that look he gave her was just a friendship thing...maybe he was surprised that this was the little girl he had met. Elizabeth started. For, out the window, she could have sworn she saw him walking by. "Will". She breathed, putting her hand on the window. But...alas, no. The man she had been watching turned and she saw it was clearly not him. This was getting bad. All she could think about was Will. She hadn't been able to concentrate at all because of it. Feeling a bit depressed, she flopped down on her bed. Enter Estrella who had come to tidy up.
"Whats up, Elizabeth?" She asked.
"Oh, Estrella...oh, nothing."
"Come on. I know that look. Its that Will Turner, isn't it? I heard you two found eachother again at the Ball. You've been wandering around like a love-struck puppy ever since".
"How do you know Everything?" Elizabeth asked, shaking her head.
Estrella smiled and straightened the curtains. "You really like him don't you? Well...I've got the perfect chance to see him again. There's a dance in the town hall on Satruday. Everyone's going to be there. I know for a fact that Will Turner is going. Go....meet him...."
"Oh Estrella. Theres no point!"
"Well, he'll be there. That's all I'm saying."
And with that she left the room. Leaving Elizabeth deep in thought.
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Will's hand was a bit better now, a bruise had appeared. He was still sat in the chair. Saving himself from any more danger if he tried to work. There was a knock at the door, so he stood up and made to answer it. A maid stood at the door.
"Will Turner?"
"Yeah."
"Hello. I'm Estrella. Can I come in?"
"Um..I guess it's..." Will started, but Estrella had already pushed herself in.
"So. Will. I'm a maid in the Governor's household. Where, correct me If I'm wrong...a certain Miss Swann lives..."
"Elizabeth." Will said, more to himself than Estrella.
"You like her don't you? I can tell."
"Um...no, no. I don't like her, like that, of course not...I'm...um...I'm a blacksmith and she's...well...wow...I mean..."
"See?" She raised an eyebrow at him.
"Oh so what. I like her. Ok? Who are you anyway? Why are you here?"
"As you may know there is a dance on in the town hall saturday."
"Yeah, so?"
"You're going."
"What?"
"Elizabeth will be there. And You're going. Good day." Estrella said, and promptly left the room. Leaving Will totally confused. "Wow" was all he could utter, before returning to his chair and rubbing his hand. Out of habit more than because it was sore. He had completely forgotten the bruise now. The chance to dance with her...one last time...sounded amazing beyond amazing. But should he go?
Read on...
Chapter 2
It had been a few weeks since the Ball. Will was in the workshop. He was fighting with himself not to think about her, but it was impossible.
"Ooww!" He hit his hand with the hammer he was using. He'd been doing that alot recently, he couldn't seem to hold his concentration, he knew why. Sighing, he stopped and sat down, clutching his hand. He wouldn't get any decent work done at this rate. He started daydreaming. Everything was about her. He kept thinking back to that night...that look in her eyes...seemed so...so real. Maybe, just maybe, it could be like all those fairytales. Maybe she would just fall for him. But there was her father, a nice enough man, but he'll expect her to marry someone with wealth...with a bit more social status than a blacksmith. He winced at the thought of her marrying the Commodore.
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Meanwhile, Elizabeth was sitting in her room by the window. She couldn't stop thinking about Will Turner. She knew some people may disaprove, because he is a blacksmith, but she couldn't help it she was...dare she say it...in Love. But she hadn't seen him since the ball. Perhaps he wasn't interested in her at all. Maybe that look he gave her was just a friendship thing...maybe he was surprised that this was the little girl he had met. Elizabeth started. For, out the window, she could have sworn she saw him walking by. "Will". She breathed, putting her hand on the window. But...alas, no. The man she had been watching turned and she saw it was clearly not him. This was getting bad. All she could think about was Will. She hadn't been able to concentrate at all because of it. Feeling a bit depressed, she flopped down on her bed. Enter Estrella who had come to tidy up.
"Whats up, Elizabeth?" She asked.
"Oh, Estrella...oh, nothing."
"Come on. I know that look. Its that Will Turner, isn't it? I heard you two found eachother again at the Ball. You've been wandering around like a love-struck puppy ever since".
"How do you know Everything?" Elizabeth asked, shaking her head.
Estrella smiled and straightened the curtains. "You really like him don't you? Well...I've got the perfect chance to see him again. There's a dance in the town hall on Satruday. Everyone's going to be there. I know for a fact that Will Turner is going. Go....meet him...."
"Oh Estrella. Theres no point!"
"Well, he'll be there. That's all I'm saying."
And with that she left the room. Leaving Elizabeth deep in thought.
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Will's hand was a bit better now, a bruise had appeared. He was still sat in the chair. Saving himself from any more danger if he tried to work. There was a knock at the door, so he stood up and made to answer it. A maid stood at the door.
"Will Turner?"
"Yeah."
"Hello. I'm Estrella. Can I come in?"
"Um..I guess it's..." Will started, but Estrella had already pushed herself in.
"So. Will. I'm a maid in the Governor's household. Where, correct me If I'm wrong...a certain Miss Swann lives..."
"Elizabeth." Will said, more to himself than Estrella.
"You like her don't you? I can tell."
"Um...no, no. I don't like her, like that, of course not...I'm...um...I'm a blacksmith and she's...well...wow...I mean..."
"See?" She raised an eyebrow at him.
"Oh so what. I like her. Ok? Who are you anyway? Why are you here?"
"As you may know there is a dance on in the town hall saturday."
"Yeah, so?"
"You're going."
"What?"
"Elizabeth will be there. And You're going. Good day." Estrella said, and promptly left the room. Leaving Will totally confused. "Wow" was all he could utter, before returning to his chair and rubbing his hand. Out of habit more than because it was sore. He had completely forgotten the bruise now. The chance to dance with her...one last time...sounded amazing beyond amazing. But should he go?
Read on...