At the blacksmith's shop, Will sought a chair for Elizabeth to sit on. She had only been down here a few times as was not accustomed to it yet. "Here," Will set down a chair, "Sorry it's such a mess in here. I've been moving a few things around since Mr. Brown turned the business over to me."
Elizabeth looked around. It seemed cleaner than it had before. Will took great pride in his work and tried to keep everything orderly. "It looks better, actually," she told him.
Will hid a grateful smile. "You wanted to tell me something?"
Almost as a reflexive, he picked up a sword and began turning it over in his hands. Elizabeth watched how delicately he treated it. He loved his swords almost as much as he loved her but now she wished he would just give her his full attention. "Will, can you listen to me instead of working with your sword?" she asked.
"What?" he looked up at her and then realized he was holding it. "Oh yes, of course." He quickly placed it back where it belonged and turned to look at Elizabeth.
She took a deep breath. "Will, I'm not a virgin. Jack and I made love on the island....." a lump formed in her throat. She fought to speak without crying, "I love you. I never meant for it to happen but I had too much rum. I..... I hate Jack. Please understand, Will. I know this may not do any good but..... I am sorry."
There was silence for a few moments. Elizabeth couldn't look at Will and then curiosity drove her to take a slight glance out of the corner of her eye. He wasn't looking at her. He was studying the hearth where a fire would often be roaring. "Will?" she asked timidly.
He still didn't turn to face her. "Elizabeth, I'm sorry but could you please leave? I have to think."
"Will, I......," she started.
"Please!"
"I'm sorry," she whispered and picked up her skirts and left.
Once outside, she fled, tears forming in her eyes. She wasn't sure what Will had made of it but by the fact that he wouldn't look at her, she expected that he'd taken it badly. Oh god, Will. I love you so much, she thought, Please understand.
The tears in her eyes were blurring her vision so much that she tripped and fell on the hard dirt road. Sobbing uncontrollable, Elizabeth got up. Her dress was ripped and dirty. She was going to have to slip into the house without anyone seeing her.
Will was in shock. He stared into the fireplace, trying to calm himself. His love, his one true love, had made love with a man he trusted: a pirate. One who he had believed was a good man. He had been able to believe that his pirate hertiage was not a bad thing if he used Jack to look up to. But now....
"They're all the same!" Will cried out, throwing his hammer down as hard as he could, "They are all the same bloody ruffians with no honor!"
The hammer fell on one of his beloved swords, breaking it to pieces. Will knelt beside it, staring at the parts. He had been sure that this sword would withstand almost anything. It appeared that his own strength was too much to match it. He let his head fall into his hand, wishing that this was all just a bad dream and he would wake up in the next moment.
He sat there for the next hour, letting the day go on without him. Finally, he got up, took out a piece of paper, and started to write. After finishing and sealing it an in envelope, Will put on his hat, strapped his best sword to his belt, and left his shop.
Captain Jack Sparrow of the Black Pearl came sailing into Port Royal's harbor in a small rowboat. Commodore Norrington spotted him from the battlements. "Sparrow appears to have lost his ship again," he said to himself, in his slow drawling voice.
He met Captain Jack Sparrow right at the dock, with the pretext of going to talk to the money collector. Jack recognized him immediately, and visibly flinched, ready to turn around and head back to his boat. "You aren't going anywhere..... yet," Commodore Norrington informed him, lowered his gun slightly so the Jack could feel the bayonet point at his back but no one else could see that the Commodore was threatening the man in any way.
"Can't we sort this out nicely?" Jack asked, eyeing the bayonet with dislike.
"Indeed. Just listen to me for one moment. Ms. Swann choose to protect young Mr. Turner at your hanging and so doing so, protected you. I will not harm you... unless you give me reason to. You are not to draw any attention to yourself. Do I make myself clear?"
"Invariably."
"Good. So if you're looking for a ship to... er.... 'commandeer' as you so nicely like to put it, you can just take your... boat," the Commodore smirked, "and sail out of this harbor, immediately."
"I assure ya, Commodore, my intentions are legal. Mostly, anyway."
Norrington brought his bayonet point up to Jack Sparrow's neck. "Mostly is not good enough. One wrong move, Sparrow, and it's straight to the gallows with you. Your lucky that you're not there already."
"Luck does tend ta favor me," Jack smiled, "Now if ya wouldn't mind..."
He motioned to the bayonet. The Commodore slowly moved it away from Jack. "That's your first and only warning, Sparrow."
"I'll be sure ta keep that in mind."
Jack left the docks, making sure that the Norrington was not following him. "Bloody Commodore," he muttered.
Elizabeth looked around. It seemed cleaner than it had before. Will took great pride in his work and tried to keep everything orderly. "It looks better, actually," she told him.
Will hid a grateful smile. "You wanted to tell me something?"
Almost as a reflexive, he picked up a sword and began turning it over in his hands. Elizabeth watched how delicately he treated it. He loved his swords almost as much as he loved her but now she wished he would just give her his full attention. "Will, can you listen to me instead of working with your sword?" she asked.
"What?" he looked up at her and then realized he was holding it. "Oh yes, of course." He quickly placed it back where it belonged and turned to look at Elizabeth.
She took a deep breath. "Will, I'm not a virgin. Jack and I made love on the island....." a lump formed in her throat. She fought to speak without crying, "I love you. I never meant for it to happen but I had too much rum. I..... I hate Jack. Please understand, Will. I know this may not do any good but..... I am sorry."
There was silence for a few moments. Elizabeth couldn't look at Will and then curiosity drove her to take a slight glance out of the corner of her eye. He wasn't looking at her. He was studying the hearth where a fire would often be roaring. "Will?" she asked timidly.
He still didn't turn to face her. "Elizabeth, I'm sorry but could you please leave? I have to think."
"Will, I......," she started.
"Please!"
"I'm sorry," she whispered and picked up her skirts and left.
Once outside, she fled, tears forming in her eyes. She wasn't sure what Will had made of it but by the fact that he wouldn't look at her, she expected that he'd taken it badly. Oh god, Will. I love you so much, she thought, Please understand.
The tears in her eyes were blurring her vision so much that she tripped and fell on the hard dirt road. Sobbing uncontrollable, Elizabeth got up. Her dress was ripped and dirty. She was going to have to slip into the house without anyone seeing her.
Will was in shock. He stared into the fireplace, trying to calm himself. His love, his one true love, had made love with a man he trusted: a pirate. One who he had believed was a good man. He had been able to believe that his pirate hertiage was not a bad thing if he used Jack to look up to. But now....
"They're all the same!" Will cried out, throwing his hammer down as hard as he could, "They are all the same bloody ruffians with no honor!"
The hammer fell on one of his beloved swords, breaking it to pieces. Will knelt beside it, staring at the parts. He had been sure that this sword would withstand almost anything. It appeared that his own strength was too much to match it. He let his head fall into his hand, wishing that this was all just a bad dream and he would wake up in the next moment.
He sat there for the next hour, letting the day go on without him. Finally, he got up, took out a piece of paper, and started to write. After finishing and sealing it an in envelope, Will put on his hat, strapped his best sword to his belt, and left his shop.
Captain Jack Sparrow of the Black Pearl came sailing into Port Royal's harbor in a small rowboat. Commodore Norrington spotted him from the battlements. "Sparrow appears to have lost his ship again," he said to himself, in his slow drawling voice.
He met Captain Jack Sparrow right at the dock, with the pretext of going to talk to the money collector. Jack recognized him immediately, and visibly flinched, ready to turn around and head back to his boat. "You aren't going anywhere..... yet," Commodore Norrington informed him, lowered his gun slightly so the Jack could feel the bayonet point at his back but no one else could see that the Commodore was threatening the man in any way.
"Can't we sort this out nicely?" Jack asked, eyeing the bayonet with dislike.
"Indeed. Just listen to me for one moment. Ms. Swann choose to protect young Mr. Turner at your hanging and so doing so, protected you. I will not harm you... unless you give me reason to. You are not to draw any attention to yourself. Do I make myself clear?"
"Invariably."
"Good. So if you're looking for a ship to... er.... 'commandeer' as you so nicely like to put it, you can just take your... boat," the Commodore smirked, "and sail out of this harbor, immediately."
"I assure ya, Commodore, my intentions are legal. Mostly, anyway."
Norrington brought his bayonet point up to Jack Sparrow's neck. "Mostly is not good enough. One wrong move, Sparrow, and it's straight to the gallows with you. Your lucky that you're not there already."
"Luck does tend ta favor me," Jack smiled, "Now if ya wouldn't mind..."
He motioned to the bayonet. The Commodore slowly moved it away from Jack. "That's your first and only warning, Sparrow."
"I'll be sure ta keep that in mind."
Jack left the docks, making sure that the Norrington was not following him. "Bloody Commodore," he muttered.