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Chapter 5

Liz looked down the few steps at the door Will had gone through minutes ago. She didn't know what it was, but something foreign happened inside when she was around him. She wasn't quite sure. And one thing Liz Waters did not like was the unknown. She looked at the wood a few more minutes, then gathered all her courage and opened the door.

When she stepped into the room Will was standing by the bunk beds, switching the linens from the bottom to the top.

"What are you doing?" Liz asked. Will looked at her briefly and answered.

"This is the bed I usually sleep in," he said pointing to the bottom bed, "I'm switching everything around so you can sleep on the bottom. It will be easier for you."

"You don't have to do that. I can sleep on the top bed."

"It's no problem. I've already switched the blankets and sheets." With that, he grabbed a hammer from off his new bed and started nailing a sheet from the top bed's frame so there was a curtain over the bottom bunk. Liz watched him carefully.

"Now what are you doing?"

"I thought you'd like some privacy when you sleep." Will turned to her then and looked at her, from her auburn curls piled on top of her head all the way to the torn ruffle at the bottom of her pale pink dress. "You can't wear that on the Pearl, Liz." She looked down at herself.

"Why not?"

"Woman, is that all you do, ask questions?" Liz looked shocked at his outburst. She couldn't think of one thing that she did to make him act so curt to her.

"I'm sor…"

"No, I'm sorry. Well, Princess, the reason you can't wear that dress on the Pearl is because you have to work for your stay here, remember? You do know how to work don't you, Princess?" Liz just stared at him wide eyed. She wasn't sure how to respond to that.

"I…umm…" Liz was tongue tied for a second.

"Well?" he asked. She decided this had gone far enough. She had done nothing that she knew of to make him like this. Liz stood a little taller and straightened her shoulders.

"Of course I know how to work Mr. Turner."

"Princess, we're talking about hard work. Can you handle that?"

"I can handle anything you can dish out to me." He stepped a little closer to her.

"Very well, I'll believe it when I see it. Anyway, back to the point, you can't work in that dress. Wouldn't want to ruin all that finery." He said with mockery in his voice.

"Mr. Turner, I don't have anything else to wear."

"You can have some of my old clothes then. They'll be a little big, but I'm sure you can find a way to make them fit." He walked to the dresser and pulled out two pairs of black trousers, and two shirts, one white and one a reddish color, and handed them to her. "Here you go. I'll find another sheet to hang from the ceiling over there in the corner, so you can have a changing space." He started to walk out the door then stopped. "Liz…that's short for Elizabeth, is it not?"

"It is." She nodded.

"It figures." Then he walked out the door.

Liz didn't know what was wrong. She thought when they first saw each other that they could have been good friends. He seemed like a good fellow. Now she wasn't so sure. It was ok that he was acting so…well not exactly mean…after all he did try to make it more comfortable for her. But it didn't matter either way; she needn't get involved with anyone. Guys were just trouble. She learned that the hard way last year.

She then made the decision to just ignore William Turner and try her best to be civil towards him when they had to talk. After all, it wasn't her fault he didn't even want to try to be friends.

She picked the clothes that Will had given her up off the bed where she sat them down. Hmm she thought, what can I do with these. Liz then unzipped the back of her dress and stepped out of it. She stepped into the pants. They were big, but luckily there was a drawstring so she could make them fit her waist. But the length was a problem. Liz then got an idea. She sat down on the bed and rolled them up to mid calf.

"Capri's." Liz said with a smile. Next, she grabbed the red shirt and put it over her white camisole. Then, she tied it in a knot in the back to make it a little tighter. Finally, Liz unpinned her hair. Glorious curls came tumbling down her back. Perfect, she thought, now I'm ready to be a pirate. "Sort of." She said through giggles thinking of herself sailing the ocean.

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Will didn't know where he was going, but he knew he had to get out, get away from her. Something about her rubbed his insides. The right or the wrong way, Will wasn't sure yet. He went to the galley to try to figure out what had just came over him. He was usually a nice guy. He had no reason to be so rude to the girl. He just couldn't explain it.

One thing he did know: she was beautiful. Too beautiful. He would have to watch himself around her. She was already making him feel things he hadn't ever wanted to feel again. But he knew her type all to well: rich, beautiful, spoiled, and liars. She hadn't shown any signs of this yet, but he knew they would come.

It did surprise him how compromising she was trying to be though. Most rich girls want it their way or no other, but she actually looked like she felt bad making him leave his bed. It had to be an act. But what if it wasn't. What if she was beautiful and kind? Will laughed to himself, a girl like that doesn't exist.

He remembered her face when he told her she couldn't wear the dress on the Pearl. Will hadn't meant to say it out loud. Why, she asked. Once he said it he had to tell her something. What did he tell her, something about not being able to work in it? He could tell he hurt her feelings, by implying she was spoiled. He'd have to remember to apologize. He made the comment with nothing to back him up. Just a dress made very finely. If only she knew the real reason why he told her not to wear that dress. It was quite selfish actually, he just didn't want the members of the crew to see her so gorgeous. He smiled at his wit to bury all those curves in his baggy clothes.

Will snapped himself out of his thoughts. What was he thinking? He didn't care how the crew saw her. Did he? He would definitely have to watch where his mind wandered from now on. Never again, he reminded himself.

He would just try his best to be kind to her and not judge her with out cause. Plus, not let her get under his skin. He wouldn't submit to her charms. Besides, she wouldn't be on the Pearl too long. Would she? Princess, this will be an adventure Will thought.

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Liz sat down on the bed. She didn't know what to do next. Captain Sparrow didn't say anything about having to start today. But she had better go make sure.

Liz went up the stairs and up on deck. She noticed it was a little chilly, so she went back down to her room to see if she could find something to keep warm while outside. Aha, Will's cape, sitting on the chair to the small desk by the door. He wouldn't mind, would he? Liz decided she didn't care, she was cold, and it was there. So she picked it up and put it over her shoulders making her way back on deck.

It was night already. Liz looked all around but she didn't see anybody. Now she really didn't know what to do. Allie was in Jack's room and she didn't know where that was and Liz really didn't feel like knocking on doors to find out which one it was.

She saw a crate next to the side of the ship and leaned up against it. Thoughts of everything that happened today ran through her mind. Why were they here? How did they get here? So many questions. She wished she had the answers to. A breeze was blowing all around her and through her hair. Liz shivered, then she wrapped Will's cape even tighter around her.