A Ball In Port Royal.
Chapter 4.
Will woke the next morning with a pounding headache. So many things were already running through his head. He left the house, he had to get out. He walked through the town and down to the shore, where he sat on a rock, and threw a few little stones into the water.
At the same time, Elizabeth was walking along the shore. She, too, had to clear her head. She stopped. Could that be? She walked a little closer. It was! Will was sitting on a rock, 100 yards away from her, she was certain it was him. Elizabeth considered talking to him...apologising even, but she couldn't face this, not yet, so she quickly turned away.
In the next few days, there were many chance meetings like this, which neither chose to accept. Will came very close to talking to her one day, but chickened out at the last minute. He was now to be found sitting in the blacksmiths shop, once again, not working as he had battered his hand to death with the hammer, absentmindedly. Quite unexpectedly, he stood up. "I'VE HAD ENOUGH!" He shouted to the empty workshop, and marched out. He marched all the way up to the Governors house and knocked. "I'd like to see Elizabeth...It's urgent" He said to the doormen. Thankfully, the doormen recognised that Governor Swann and the Commadore favoured Will Turner's work when it came to sword-making and general blacksmith-type work, and let him in. Will looked around, where he found Elizabeth reading in a small library-type room to the left.
"Elizabeth..." He tailed off. How could he shout at such a beautiful face? He shook his head. He had to say what he had to say.
"Will!" Elizabeth was surprised.
"I...I..." He took a deep breath. "I'm sick of this. I have to speak my mind...Elizabeth, I'm sorry, and I don't care what you do now, but I have to tell you now...I love you."
There was a lengthy pause between them, which was shattered by a man running into the room.
"Elizabeth, excuse me, you must come quickly, your father is ill...he's asking for you."
"Oh, I, Um..I'm sorry Will...I, Um...I have to go. I'll speak to you....later."
And with that, Elizabeth dashed off, to see her father. Her head was absolutely swimming. He loved her! He loved her! She could have sworn her heart had jumped out of her mouth, flew round the room and dived back in again when he said that. She couldn't help grinning as she followed the butler to where her father was, but her face fell when she saw him, except it wasn't her father. This pale, grey man lying in bed was not her father, who was always so full of life.
"Elizabeth!"
"Father"
Elizabeth ran to his bedside and took his hand, while the butler explained that he had had chest pains, and fainted earlier. She didn't leave his side for the rest of the evening, until he had to sleep, and she left for her own room. The memory of the meeting with Will that afternoon had found it's way back to her foremost thoughts, and she walked into her room, in a daze, grinning like mad.
"What's with you?" Estrella, who had been sitting on Elizabeth's bed, asked.
"He loves me, Estrella, he loves me. I had to go, but he loves me, he really does, I worried all this time for nothing. He loves me." She muttered on, floating about the room. She really felt as if her feet were a few feet off the ground.
Estrella hugged her tightly. "So...what now? When's the big day?" She cheekily asked.
Then something dawned on her. "I didn't say it back, Estrella, I didn't say it back. I love him too...but then I had to go and see father and...and...oh dear...I just left him...."
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After Elizabeth had left him, Will's heart sunk. What awful, terrible timing. Worse still, she hadn't given him any hint as to her feelings now. He had no idea if she now hated him, was uncomfortable with the fact, or, dare he think it....loved him too.
Read on...
Chapter 4.
Will woke the next morning with a pounding headache. So many things were already running through his head. He left the house, he had to get out. He walked through the town and down to the shore, where he sat on a rock, and threw a few little stones into the water.
At the same time, Elizabeth was walking along the shore. She, too, had to clear her head. She stopped. Could that be? She walked a little closer. It was! Will was sitting on a rock, 100 yards away from her, she was certain it was him. Elizabeth considered talking to him...apologising even, but she couldn't face this, not yet, so she quickly turned away.
In the next few days, there were many chance meetings like this, which neither chose to accept. Will came very close to talking to her one day, but chickened out at the last minute. He was now to be found sitting in the blacksmiths shop, once again, not working as he had battered his hand to death with the hammer, absentmindedly. Quite unexpectedly, he stood up. "I'VE HAD ENOUGH!" He shouted to the empty workshop, and marched out. He marched all the way up to the Governors house and knocked. "I'd like to see Elizabeth...It's urgent" He said to the doormen. Thankfully, the doormen recognised that Governor Swann and the Commadore favoured Will Turner's work when it came to sword-making and general blacksmith-type work, and let him in. Will looked around, where he found Elizabeth reading in a small library-type room to the left.
"Elizabeth..." He tailed off. How could he shout at such a beautiful face? He shook his head. He had to say what he had to say.
"Will!" Elizabeth was surprised.
"I...I..." He took a deep breath. "I'm sick of this. I have to speak my mind...Elizabeth, I'm sorry, and I don't care what you do now, but I have to tell you now...I love you."
There was a lengthy pause between them, which was shattered by a man running into the room.
"Elizabeth, excuse me, you must come quickly, your father is ill...he's asking for you."
"Oh, I, Um..I'm sorry Will...I, Um...I have to go. I'll speak to you....later."
And with that, Elizabeth dashed off, to see her father. Her head was absolutely swimming. He loved her! He loved her! She could have sworn her heart had jumped out of her mouth, flew round the room and dived back in again when he said that. She couldn't help grinning as she followed the butler to where her father was, but her face fell when she saw him, except it wasn't her father. This pale, grey man lying in bed was not her father, who was always so full of life.
"Elizabeth!"
"Father"
Elizabeth ran to his bedside and took his hand, while the butler explained that he had had chest pains, and fainted earlier. She didn't leave his side for the rest of the evening, until he had to sleep, and she left for her own room. The memory of the meeting with Will that afternoon had found it's way back to her foremost thoughts, and she walked into her room, in a daze, grinning like mad.
"What's with you?" Estrella, who had been sitting on Elizabeth's bed, asked.
"He loves me, Estrella, he loves me. I had to go, but he loves me, he really does, I worried all this time for nothing. He loves me." She muttered on, floating about the room. She really felt as if her feet were a few feet off the ground.
Estrella hugged her tightly. "So...what now? When's the big day?" She cheekily asked.
Then something dawned on her. "I didn't say it back, Estrella, I didn't say it back. I love him too...but then I had to go and see father and...and...oh dear...I just left him...."
---------------
After Elizabeth had left him, Will's heart sunk. What awful, terrible timing. Worse still, she hadn't given him any hint as to her feelings now. He had no idea if she now hated him, was uncomfortable with the fact, or, dare he think it....loved him too.
Read on...