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AND-There are some minor spelling errors that the spellchecker and myself have missed im very sorry 4 these they wont happen again promise;)
Chapter 2 - Another side to Will
As soon as will heard the door close he walked over to the other side of the room and pulled back the rug. Then he slowly pried up a loose floorboard and took out a bag of white powder. He smiled to himself as he stroked the bag "Ah" he sighed dreamily "where would I be without my darling cocaine"
Meanwhile.......
Elizabeth walked through the streets with a piece of cloth covering her face. The townspeople looked at her weirdly, but Elizabeth knew it was better than them running away screaming.
She walked into the barber's shop and was greeted by a short, frail man who got up of his stool and approached her.
"Excuse me; I was hoping you would be able to help me" Said Elizabeth
"What could I do for you?" The barber replied
"Could you cut something for me?" (Author- any1 thinking anything rude shame on u!)
"Well I usually only serve men and your hair looks neat to me"
"Believe me it's not my hair that's need cutting" Said Elizabeth getting more embarrassed by the minute.
"Well... er, what do you want then?" asked the barber abruptly "I'm kinda busy today, but I could help you tomorrow"
"PLEASE!" begged Elizabeth "I can't go another day looking like this"
"Like what?"
Elizabeth ripped the cloth off her face in desperation and screamed "THIS!"
The old mans eyes widened with fear and he just stood in front of Elizabeth staring. He began to slowly back away not taking his eyes off her face.
"Please don't go I need your help!" pleaded Elizabeth
The old man grabbed something off the wall and held it in front of Elizabeth's face, it was a crucifix "DEMON BE GONE!" he screamed. Elizabeth just stood in the shop speechless. Then the barber grabbed a bottle of holy water and threw it at Elizabeth "ow!" she cried as she threw her hands up to her eyes "it burns!". Yet the old barber wasn't done yet he picked up his bible and took a well-aimed shot at Elizabeth's head hitting her right between the eyes. "ow! that hurt what the hell are you trying to do? you crazy man!"
"GET OUT DEMON!!"
Elizabeth ran out of the barbers quickly replacing the cloth back on her face
Back at the house.....................................................
Will was completely high and currently arguing with his reflection in the mirror. The house was a mess.
"Sir stop copying me! I know you look like me but that doesn't give you the right to mimic me!"
He stared hard at the mirror for a while before becoming annoyed
"Right! You asked for it!" He shouted as he punched the mirror shattering it into thousands of tiny pieces.
"Wow I had no idea people could shatter like that" Will mused as he walked onto the landing. Then an idea struck him. Will hopped onto the banister and began to slide down not thinking about the fact it had been polished the day before so was EXTREMELY slippery. Halfway down he began to realise that he was going to fast, but it was too late. Will desperately tried to stop but to no avail as he reached the end of the banister he flew through the air and landed headfirst into the door knocked out.
Five minutes later Elizabeth ran into the house wanting to go hide in her room but instead she tripped over Will and fell flat on her face causing the cloth to fall off.
She slowly got up and dusted herself off, she looked around and then at Will "Oh! My god!" She exclaimed "We've been robbed!"
(Authors-well you'd think that too if you came home to find your house trashed and your husband lying unconscious on the floor)
Meanwhile.......................
Commodore Norrington smiled at his reflection as he applied the last of his make-up
"You look divine darling" he said as he stood up and smoothed out the creases in his dress and straightened his wig.
This would be the commodores first outing as a woman little did the people of the port know their commodore had given up on women all together after being rejected by Elizabeth and now sought fun in his cross dressing and numerous male crushes.
"Well its now or never" he declared as he opened his front door and stepped out into the sunshine.
Elizabeth ran out of the house to look for help but she wasn't looking where she was going and ran into a heavily made up woman.
"I'm so sorry" Elizabeth said blushing "Can you please help me?"
The woman just looked at Elizabeth as if she was mad but then the woman spoke.
"Why miss Elizabeth its good to see you. How are things with Will?
Elizabeth stared at the woman, then it hit her. This was no woman it was the commodore! But why was he wearing a dress? and why the make up? AND what the hell had he done to his wig? it was permed!
"Commodore" said Elizabeth shakily "may I ask why you are dressed like a woman?" The commodore frowned at Elizabeth the replied "I could ask you the same question"
Elizabeth was insulted "I'm dressed like this because I'm a woman!"
"Liar!" Shouted the commodore
"What are you talking about?" Asked Elizabeth who was now very confused
"Well SIR in case you didn't notice your moustache is clearly a giveaway" replied the commodore smugly
"It is I Elizabeth! Don't you recognize me?" She asked pleading with her eyes
"Clever very clever but I'm not falling for that, so for trying but failing miserably to impersonate the governors daughter I shall have to accompany you to the jail"
And with that the commodore took Elizabeth's arm and lad her to the jail.
Yet the commodore knew that this was Elizabeth but this arrest was perfectly explainable and gave the commodore the perfect chance to make his move on will whom he had loved since he first saw him?
When they reached the jail the commodore pushed Elizabeth inside roughly and locked the door.
He walked away ignoring Elizabeth's pleas and laughed evilly to himself
