Disclaimer/Claimer: I own everything but Will and the blacksmith's shop.
The girls both sighed simultaneously as they watched their belongings being packed in crated and loaded onto the ship. Their mother was linked, arm in arm, with her fiance, John Cutler. They were at the loading deck, watching as everything was carried onto the ship.
Ana's eyes roamed over to John's sword, and she immediately gasped. "He owe's me a sword!" she shouted, running to the stairs and jumping all seven. However, seeing as how she wore buckle shoes, she didn't land as smoothly as she does with boots.
She fell in a clump to her knees and winced. However, she quickly recovered and sped off the boat. Rachel soon followed suit.
Their mother watched as both sped past her. "Ana! Rachel! Where do you think you're going?!" she exclaimed, her French accent coming into play. Her hand reached out towards the direction her girls had left in.
Ana, being too far away to hear, continued running. Rachel simply stuck her hand in the air and shook it, symbolizing that she'd get her sister.
Ana raced through the streets of Port Royal for the 200th-some time in the 2 months they had been there. She had eventually untied the ribbons to her hat and kept running as it flew into the crowd behind her.
The dress she was wearing soon got on her nerves as it kept swishing about her feet. Soon, deciding it was getting pointless, she quickly stopped and tore off the white material from her body and threw it against a building's wall. Now she was only clad in her cream colored underdress and her shoes. She then kicked off her shoes and continued to run down the streets.
Rachel ran behind her sister at a safe distance, having been hit in the face with her twin's hat. Once she passed the building where Ana's dress sat in a crumpled heap, she sighed and slightly shook her head.
"Only Ana," she said as she picked up speed and followed her sister.
Ana reached the blacksmith's shop and flung open the door. She blinked out the dust as the door blew shut. She called to Will, causing him to turn around.
"Hello?" he asked, obviously not recognizing the girl.
And no one could blame him. Ana was now dressed her in underdress and not her usual pants, shirt, and boots, and her hair was down instead of in her usual ponytail. She actually looked much prettier.
"You owe me a sword!" she shouted, jumping off the main entrance platform and onto the dirt-covered floor.
He looked closer, and his eyes widened in surprise as he recognized her. "You! What're you doing here again?"
Ana walked to him and began poking his chest repeatedly with each word she said. "I'm leaving now, and I WANT MY SWORD!"
Will winced and pushed away her hand. "Alright, here," he said, going to a rack and grabbing a sword. He tossed it to her, and it fell just short of her hand.
She stared at the sword laying at her feet, then she directed her gaze up at him. She quirked an eyebrow. "You practice three hours a day, make all these," she used the arm that wasn't extended, not holding a sword to motion at the racks of swords, "can fight off pirates with one, and yet you couldn't toss the sword to me?"
Will glared at her just as the door to the blacksmith's shop opened again. Will turned his gaze to the person at the doorway. However, Ana didn't need to see who it was.
"Hi Rach, give me a sec?"
Rachel looked around. "Sure," and thus she began to walk around the area, staring in awe at the magnificent swords.
Will allowed his eye to linger on the girl he'd never seen nor heard of before returning his gaze upon Ana. "If you so desire to make fun of one simple mistake I've made, then so be it. However, if you do not take that sword, I will gladly and most appreciatively take it back."
Ana lowered her hand and bent down to pick up the sword. She examined it carefully before smiling, then looked once more, and for the last time, at Will Turner.
"I believe thanks are in order, Mr. Turner, so I'll be giving them. " And thus, Ana took hold of her sister's hand and dragged her out of the shop.
The girls had no sooner left the blacksmith's shop then run into the man they despised most.
The girls both sighed simultaneously as they watched their belongings being packed in crated and loaded onto the ship. Their mother was linked, arm in arm, with her fiance, John Cutler. They were at the loading deck, watching as everything was carried onto the ship.
Ana's eyes roamed over to John's sword, and she immediately gasped. "He owe's me a sword!" she shouted, running to the stairs and jumping all seven. However, seeing as how she wore buckle shoes, she didn't land as smoothly as she does with boots.
She fell in a clump to her knees and winced. However, she quickly recovered and sped off the boat. Rachel soon followed suit.
Their mother watched as both sped past her. "Ana! Rachel! Where do you think you're going?!" she exclaimed, her French accent coming into play. Her hand reached out towards the direction her girls had left in.
Ana, being too far away to hear, continued running. Rachel simply stuck her hand in the air and shook it, symbolizing that she'd get her sister.
Ana raced through the streets of Port Royal for the 200th-some time in the 2 months they had been there. She had eventually untied the ribbons to her hat and kept running as it flew into the crowd behind her.
The dress she was wearing soon got on her nerves as it kept swishing about her feet. Soon, deciding it was getting pointless, she quickly stopped and tore off the white material from her body and threw it against a building's wall. Now she was only clad in her cream colored underdress and her shoes. She then kicked off her shoes and continued to run down the streets.
Rachel ran behind her sister at a safe distance, having been hit in the face with her twin's hat. Once she passed the building where Ana's dress sat in a crumpled heap, she sighed and slightly shook her head.
"Only Ana," she said as she picked up speed and followed her sister.
Ana reached the blacksmith's shop and flung open the door. She blinked out the dust as the door blew shut. She called to Will, causing him to turn around.
"Hello?" he asked, obviously not recognizing the girl.
And no one could blame him. Ana was now dressed her in underdress and not her usual pants, shirt, and boots, and her hair was down instead of in her usual ponytail. She actually looked much prettier.
"You owe me a sword!" she shouted, jumping off the main entrance platform and onto the dirt-covered floor.
He looked closer, and his eyes widened in surprise as he recognized her. "You! What're you doing here again?"
Ana walked to him and began poking his chest repeatedly with each word she said. "I'm leaving now, and I WANT MY SWORD!"
Will winced and pushed away her hand. "Alright, here," he said, going to a rack and grabbing a sword. He tossed it to her, and it fell just short of her hand.
She stared at the sword laying at her feet, then she directed her gaze up at him. She quirked an eyebrow. "You practice three hours a day, make all these," she used the arm that wasn't extended, not holding a sword to motion at the racks of swords, "can fight off pirates with one, and yet you couldn't toss the sword to me?"
Will glared at her just as the door to the blacksmith's shop opened again. Will turned his gaze to the person at the doorway. However, Ana didn't need to see who it was.
"Hi Rach, give me a sec?"
Rachel looked around. "Sure," and thus she began to walk around the area, staring in awe at the magnificent swords.
Will allowed his eye to linger on the girl he'd never seen nor heard of before returning his gaze upon Ana. "If you so desire to make fun of one simple mistake I've made, then so be it. However, if you do not take that sword, I will gladly and most appreciatively take it back."
Ana lowered her hand and bent down to pick up the sword. She examined it carefully before smiling, then looked once more, and for the last time, at Will Turner.
"I believe thanks are in order, Mr. Turner, so I'll be giving them. " And thus, Ana took hold of her sister's hand and dragged her out of the shop.
The girls had no sooner left the blacksmith's shop then run into the man they despised most.