Hey chums! LOL! A little idea just popped into my head… and once I get one, I gotta run with it while it's still there. So I'm running a marathon, basically with Here we go Again and this one. So if updates are a little slow on this one or the other, you'll know why!

Oh yeah, before I forget, here's a song to listen to while reading this lovely story…LOL… I Miss You by S Club 7!!!

Anxious to read it? Then WHY AM I KEEPIN' YA FROM IT?!?! Holy moley… well, ladies, I present you with… The Blood of a Pirate

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Chapter One: It's Over

Will Turner was in his blacksmith shop, hammering on yet another sword. Norrington's compliment on it made practically the whole town go crazy; everybody wanted one. Finally having enough of it, he put down his hammer and put on his overcoat, deciding to go see Elizabeth.

Five minutes later, he was knocking on her door. A servant let him in.

"I'll let Miss Swann know you're here," he said before Will could even open his mouth. Will watched him walk up the stairs, waiting anxiously for Elizabeth to come down. She did after about a minute, but there was no smile on her face, no gleam in her eyes, in fact, it was almost as if she didn't want to see him.

"Let's go for a walk, shall we?" she said.

"Sure," said Will as he took her hand.

They walked around Port Royale in silence. Finally, Will asked, "Is there something wrong?"

Elizabeth looked at him. Instantly, Will knew there was.

"What is it?"

"Will…" her eyes began to fill up with tears. "My father and I got into a fight last night."

Will moved to hug her, but she stopped him. He suddenly got confused.

"No, you don't understand. Norrington just got really rich, and father… father thinks he's a good match for me." The tears began to fall. Will suddenly understood…

"He wants me to marry him."

"But… but what about us?"

"That's just it. Will… I can't see you anymore."

Will just stood there, shocked.

"We… we can't even be friends?"

Elizabeth shook her head. "I'm so sorry," she whispered. She then moved forward and kissed him one last time, running her fingers through his sweaty hair. Not able to take it anymore, she ran off, sobbing.

Will stood there. He wanted to run after her, to stop her and tell her that he'd talk to her father. He wanted to take her away, take her somewhere so that they could get married. But he knew that it was no use. He just watched her run off until he couldn't see her anymore. Then, in a state of shock, he walked back to his shop and closed it for the day.

He couldn't believe it. He just couldn't. What had he done to deserve this? He walked up the stairs to the loft where he lived. Looking out the window, the sun was beginning to set, reflecting on the water. He put his face in his hands, remembering their last kiss, still unable to believe it. Turning around, he saw a tiny black box on his bed stand. It held Elizabeth's engagement ring, the ring he never would be able to give her. He picked it up, looked at it for a second, then chucked it as hard as he could into the wall. It bounced off the wall and rolled under his armchair.

Will sank down onto the bed, thinking about what could have been.