Chapter Two: I'm Watching Over You

One week later, Will was walking down the streets by the docks. He still couldn't get Elizabeth off his mind. He sat down on their own dock, the secluded area that only the two of them went to.

He thought. And thought.

Could there ever be another person to come into my life? The perfect woman… one who will be with me forever?

Will blinked, then got up instantly, for he just realized what he'd been staring at. The patch of water was now covered by a plank of wood… and that wasn't all.

There was a woman unconscious.

Will jumped into the water and pulled her out, dragging her to shore. He laid her down and put his ear up to her mouth, listening for a breath.

Well, at least she's alive, he thought. He looked her over. Her long brown hair was tangled and wet, her face was extremely fair, not to mention kind of beautiful. Her body looked pretty slim, for it looked like she wasn't wearing a corset, and she looked to be about his age. His eyes fell on her arm, and he gasped.

Her sleeve was torn open, and so was the skin underneath it. A huge gash was made, by a sword, probably. The girl had been through a lot. Picking her up, he began to walk off, but before he could get out of seclusion, she woke up and groaned.

"Where am I?" she asked.

"Ssh," Will replied. "You're in Port Royale, and I'm Will Turner. I'm—"

"Please, please don't hurt me," she begged. "I don't have any money, but—"

"Why would I want to hurt you?" he asked. "I'm… going to look after you. I'm…" he paused, remembering her words. "I'm watching over you."

The girl groaned again, and just as Will had done nine years ago, fell limp in his arms, unconscious again. Will carried her back to his home, getting some odd looks from passersby. Norrington even came up and asked if she was all right, even offering to care for her at the clinic, but Will insisted on having her at his house.

Once he finally reached it, he set her gently down on the bed, pulled out a rag, wet it,, and began to dab the blood from her wound. He tied another cloth tightly around it, hoping it would stem the flow. The woman stirred, then woke up. She spotted her arm. "Thank you," she said.

"You're welcome…er…"

"Juliet. Juliet Blackstone, but don't call me 'Miss Blackstone', it's too formal."

"Okay then, Juliet."

She smiled. "I'm sorry, but I seem to have forgotten your name…"

"Will. Will Turner."

Juliet knew the name… of two people. "So you're Bootstrap Bill's son? You lifted the curse?"

"Yes," replied Will.

"And you traveled with that drunk pirate…Jack Sparrow?"

Will laughed, she described Jack incredibly well. "Yes…" he said again slowly. "Why? Do you know him from somewhere?"

"Oh… yes… we were… friends for a time."

There was a silence for a few moments.

"You don't have a place to stay, do you?" Will asked.

Juliet shook her head.

Will smiled. "I know you don't know me very well… but… you can stay with me if you'd like."

"With a blacksmith?" she asked.

"Well… I know I don't have the best living arrangements, but—"

Juliet just laughed. "Of course I would!"

Will laughed too.

This is the beginning of a beautiful friendship… thought Juliet.