A Ball In Port Royal.
Chapter 5.
It had been two days since Will had confessed his love to Elizabeth, and neither had stopped thinking about the moment since. Elizabeth hoped it wasn't too late, and that Will hadn't been offended or put off in any way by her sudden exit. Will was in a frantic confusion, as it had taken alot to tell her that, and she had to go. Perfect timing. He felt bad about Governor Swann being ill, but just disliked the timing of it all. (Governor Swann had made a quick recovery, and was not back on his feet.)
Elizabeth was sitting alone in the dining room, thinking, when the Commadore walked in.
"I've noticed you're becoming exceedingly friendly with that Will Turner."
"We're friends. Theres nothing wrong with that."
"Yes. Well. That is how it shall remain. He is a BLACKSMITH, Elizabeth. You are the Governor's daughter. It is a mis-match. What will your father think, if you go off and marry him, and don't look at me like that, I've seen the way you look at him. What will he think? Of your future? Mr Turner offers no financial security for you. Your father really can't afford to be worrying about his only daughter's silly choices. You must accept that different classes of people exist in this world Elizabeth."
"But...Commadore, I..." Elizabeth was stunned by this outburst.
"Now, if you excuse me, what's done is done, I must go and speak with the captain of the ship due to leave this afternoon. Good day Elizabeth." He said, and walked out of the room.
Elizabeth was shocked, of course, but what the Commadore said had left an impact. "He's right", she said to the floor. "I can't let father endanger his health by unneccecary worrying about me. I shall go and speak to Will. I must."
Elizabeth found herself outside the blacksmith's. Lifting her skirts up from the mucky ground, she slowly walked in through the open doorway. Will was to be found, sitting on a chair, rubbing a bandaged hand absent-mindedly as he stared into space.
"Will."
"Elizabeth..."
"Look. About what you said the other day...I, um...I'm flattered, of course, but...we must end it. You are a blacksmith...."
"But....after the dance..."
"It was a moment, I got lost in the moment." She replied, struggling to avoid sinking into his eyes. "I'm sorry". She added, and solemnly, but quickly, walked out.
Will's heart sank. He looked at his bandaged hand. All for her. All this pain, caused by her. He had got little work done in weeks, his hand was sore...and he still loved her. "AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGH", he let out a manly yell of rage, and hit his bandaged hand with the hammer, purposefuly for once, and sat back. He could have stayed there all day. He was numb, and he couldnt stop a solitary tear roll from his cheek and drop onto the hay on the floor.
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"Oh Elizabeth." Estrella hugged her.
"It was a lie. It was a lie, Estrella. A LIE!" Elizabeth wailed. She was sobbing wildly into Estrella's shoulder.
"Shh, there there" Was all a helpless Estrella could say, and she patted her back, as she hugged her.
To clear her head, Elizabeth walked out to the docks. It was late afternoon. She sat on a rock on the small beach by the dock, and ran her hand through the sand. Sighing, she tossed her head up and stared at the sky, and a few tears fell, once more. She stayed like that for a while, then watched the ship which the Commadore had been talking about earlier set sail. She saw the Commadore standing at the dock, not far from where she was, but she didn't want to speak to him, he had polluted her brain and made her lie to Will, thinking it was a good idea. She perched behind the rock and ducked down until he was gone, and resumed her position. She didn't feel like going home and facing the kind words of Estrella...she didn't want sympathy, this was her fault and she had to live with the concequences. She moved to the grassy bank behind the rock, and lay down, looking up at the stars.
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Will couldn't sleep, and had decided to go for a walk. It was dark now, and he walked along the moonlit beach by the dock. He saw a figure lying in the grass, apparently asleep...as he got closer, he couldn't believe his eyes, it couldn't be....
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Elizabeth woke with a start as she heard a twig snap under the weight of someone who was now standing over her. She must have fallen asleep. Any thoughts Will had of leaving vanished as he was frozen to the spot where he was stood.
"Will."
"Elizabeth."
"Oh Will. I'm so sorry for what I said. I was wrong. It was a lie. I don't know why I said it...it was the stupid Commadore. Will, I...I love you too." She rushed.
Will's stomach done a backflip as she said that. Combined with her beauty in the semi-darkness, he was almost speechless at the sight of her, his breath caught in is throat at least twice. He flung his arms around her, grinning like an idiot into the darkness behind her, and began sporadically kissing her face and hair. They pulled their faces apart for a second, and just looked at eachother, smiling like they were crazy. Elizabeth looked into Will's eyes, and, finally, allowed herself to drown in them, as he took his hands to her cheeks and kissed her again....even more amazingly than the first time. And that's how they stayed, for quite a long time, it must be said, in the moonlight, by the dock.
Chapter 5.
It had been two days since Will had confessed his love to Elizabeth, and neither had stopped thinking about the moment since. Elizabeth hoped it wasn't too late, and that Will hadn't been offended or put off in any way by her sudden exit. Will was in a frantic confusion, as it had taken alot to tell her that, and she had to go. Perfect timing. He felt bad about Governor Swann being ill, but just disliked the timing of it all. (Governor Swann had made a quick recovery, and was not back on his feet.)
Elizabeth was sitting alone in the dining room, thinking, when the Commadore walked in.
"I've noticed you're becoming exceedingly friendly with that Will Turner."
"We're friends. Theres nothing wrong with that."
"Yes. Well. That is how it shall remain. He is a BLACKSMITH, Elizabeth. You are the Governor's daughter. It is a mis-match. What will your father think, if you go off and marry him, and don't look at me like that, I've seen the way you look at him. What will he think? Of your future? Mr Turner offers no financial security for you. Your father really can't afford to be worrying about his only daughter's silly choices. You must accept that different classes of people exist in this world Elizabeth."
"But...Commadore, I..." Elizabeth was stunned by this outburst.
"Now, if you excuse me, what's done is done, I must go and speak with the captain of the ship due to leave this afternoon. Good day Elizabeth." He said, and walked out of the room.
Elizabeth was shocked, of course, but what the Commadore said had left an impact. "He's right", she said to the floor. "I can't let father endanger his health by unneccecary worrying about me. I shall go and speak to Will. I must."
Elizabeth found herself outside the blacksmith's. Lifting her skirts up from the mucky ground, she slowly walked in through the open doorway. Will was to be found, sitting on a chair, rubbing a bandaged hand absent-mindedly as he stared into space.
"Will."
"Elizabeth..."
"Look. About what you said the other day...I, um...I'm flattered, of course, but...we must end it. You are a blacksmith...."
"But....after the dance..."
"It was a moment, I got lost in the moment." She replied, struggling to avoid sinking into his eyes. "I'm sorry". She added, and solemnly, but quickly, walked out.
Will's heart sank. He looked at his bandaged hand. All for her. All this pain, caused by her. He had got little work done in weeks, his hand was sore...and he still loved her. "AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGH", he let out a manly yell of rage, and hit his bandaged hand with the hammer, purposefuly for once, and sat back. He could have stayed there all day. He was numb, and he couldnt stop a solitary tear roll from his cheek and drop onto the hay on the floor.
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"Oh Elizabeth." Estrella hugged her.
"It was a lie. It was a lie, Estrella. A LIE!" Elizabeth wailed. She was sobbing wildly into Estrella's shoulder.
"Shh, there there" Was all a helpless Estrella could say, and she patted her back, as she hugged her.
To clear her head, Elizabeth walked out to the docks. It was late afternoon. She sat on a rock on the small beach by the dock, and ran her hand through the sand. Sighing, she tossed her head up and stared at the sky, and a few tears fell, once more. She stayed like that for a while, then watched the ship which the Commadore had been talking about earlier set sail. She saw the Commadore standing at the dock, not far from where she was, but she didn't want to speak to him, he had polluted her brain and made her lie to Will, thinking it was a good idea. She perched behind the rock and ducked down until he was gone, and resumed her position. She didn't feel like going home and facing the kind words of Estrella...she didn't want sympathy, this was her fault and she had to live with the concequences. She moved to the grassy bank behind the rock, and lay down, looking up at the stars.
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Will couldn't sleep, and had decided to go for a walk. It was dark now, and he walked along the moonlit beach by the dock. He saw a figure lying in the grass, apparently asleep...as he got closer, he couldn't believe his eyes, it couldn't be....
----------
Elizabeth woke with a start as she heard a twig snap under the weight of someone who was now standing over her. She must have fallen asleep. Any thoughts Will had of leaving vanished as he was frozen to the spot where he was stood.
"Will."
"Elizabeth."
"Oh Will. I'm so sorry for what I said. I was wrong. It was a lie. I don't know why I said it...it was the stupid Commadore. Will, I...I love you too." She rushed.
Will's stomach done a backflip as she said that. Combined with her beauty in the semi-darkness, he was almost speechless at the sight of her, his breath caught in is throat at least twice. He flung his arms around her, grinning like an idiot into the darkness behind her, and began sporadically kissing her face and hair. They pulled their faces apart for a second, and just looked at eachother, smiling like they were crazy. Elizabeth looked into Will's eyes, and, finally, allowed herself to drown in them, as he took his hands to her cheeks and kissed her again....even more amazingly than the first time. And that's how they stayed, for quite a long time, it must be said, in the moonlight, by the dock.