A/N: I got sort of inspired when someone mentioned a fight between Will and James Kensington, from Wednesday if none of you remember who he is. And I thought…well…Will wouldn't exactly be one to just start a fight. Though, he may be the one to finish it. So, here's my take on the idea, I hope whoever put out the suggestion is content with how I wrote it out.

Friday

"Will, come now, this is not the first tie you've had to wear." Elizabeth mumbled to her husband as she once again looped the tie the correct way, securing it underneath the collar of his shirt. "There. You look very handsome."

"I feel like a peacock."

"Well, they are beautiful creatures, and so are you. Besides, you promised me you would go to this dinner party." Elizabeth countered, moving away from his side as she double checked herself in the mirror and stood, straightening her gown about her waist.

"And I would not take back what I have said, but that did not entitle you to making me dress like something I am not. My black vest and dress pants suited for our wedding, why do they not fit for this social activity?" He groused, flopping down on the bed as she turned to look at him.

"Sometimes, William Turner, I ask myself if I have married a man or a boy." She commented, tossing him a look of disapproval as she waltzed from their room and down the steps.

"My, Mrs. Turner, you look absolutely stunning." The manservant announced as he opened the door after helping her into her shawl. "Is Mr. Turner not joining you this evening? You really should not go without an escort."

"No, Godfried, he will be coming. William Johnathan Turner…." She called out, hearing him trudge down the steps and into view.

"Well, Master Turner, you look right dapper if I do say so myself. Clear away the bit of dirt and charcoal and you almost fit in with society." The servant laughed as the master of the household merely glared at him with fire in his russet eyes.

"Not a word from you, Godfried…" he warned, sliding into the black overcoat as he met the laughing eyes of his wife. ""You either, Elizabeth Ellen Turner. Come, we'll be late." He took her arm, leading her toward the waiting carriage.

Will was content to keep his silence through the short ten minute trip, though his wife chattered along side him unnoticing his sudden spur of interest in the common streets of Port Royal.

"…I mean…how could she have known? Right Will? Will?" She asked lightly, finally turning her attention to the man beside her. "William have you heard a single thing I have said?"

"I'm sorry?" He asked, whipping his head about and giving her a sheepish look. "I apologize, Elizabeth, I had not meant to make this night so hard on you." He smiled lightly and took her hand in his.

"Just promise me you won't be too rash. You know how some of these men speak, and I am quite sure Mr. Kensington will be there. If at all possible, avoid contact with his circle for he will undoubtedly draw you into an argument."

"Of course, love. I'll stay by your side all evening, for tonight my darling…you are my anchor." He leaned forward and pressed a quick but strong kiss to her lips as the carriage stopped and the servants waiting out front opened the doors and they were greeted by the cool rush of the night air.

The evening crawled on at a snails pace for Will, though seeing the light in his wife's face as she spotted an old friend, or the shine she had while introducing him as her husband washed away all ill feelings from his heart. If he could give an ounce of pleasure back to his Elizabeth after all the sacrifices she made for him, he would do it ten fold. He spoke briefly with a few of his customers, talking only of business, though he did get a chance to see the Governor.

"Well, my lad, you look handsome tonight. I see Elizabeth managed to fit you for a suit." Jamison Swann regarded his son-in-law with a wry smile, though his eyes held nothing but love for the boy.

"Yes, though I could not willingly deny her anything. That woman has a way with words, coupled with an extremely fiery attitude and a death glare that would rival the coldest pirate. I had no choice but to accept my fate."

Jamison chuckled at the blacksmith, seeing a change in the young man since he had married his daughter. Though he would keep his opinions to himself as he eyed the crowed with reserved interest.

"Mr. Turner, come, I wish to introduce you to my colleague. He's looking for a smith to repair the hinges on his door. Seems like his last was quite a disappointment. What with everything Miss. Elizabeth has said of your skill, you're the first man I could think of for the job." James Kensington spoke quickly, taking hold of Will's arm before the young man could protest.

"Oh nonsense James, I only mentioned it; you needn't grab the young man immediately. Let him enjoy a drink."

"Please, Mr. Kensington, I did not come her to discuss business. I am merely here for social interaction and to appease my wife." Will tossed a small smile to the circle of men as they laughed loudly and a couple "Here here's" were tossed out.

"Aren't we all. my lad, aren't we all? Though come now, I am a bit interested in learning about how you came across the talent of being so gifted at working metal. It's not an easy trade to live off of." An elderly man asked, though Will did not recognize him.

"Well, sir, it is a gift honed over a lifetime of learning. That is all. It requires no special knowledge on my part, merely the patience and care that you may give a child." He smiled, turning his eyes to his wife as she stood with a group of young women and babies, her laughter ringing clearly through the large crowded room. "Or a wife for that matter."

"Indeed, I would agree with you there. From the stories Elizabeth has shared, it almost makes middle class living seem appealing." Kensington sniggered as the men around his laughed. "Oh, no offence meant Turner."

'Oh, I'll bet not.' Will thought, though he kept his thoughts in his mind only. "None taken, of course. A gentleman such as yourself wouldn't seek to belittle at such a grand affair; no offense was made sir." He tossed him a challenging smile, taking a sip from his glass of wine as he met his eyes from across the rim.

"Good. Now, Mr. Turner, tell me of your marriage with Elizabeth. Is everything…as grand as it should be?" One of the men asked as he tilted his head in curiosity toward the frowning young man.

"I am not….not entirely sure I know what you mean, sir."

"My dear boy, we've all watched the young girl grow into a well…rounded…young woman. Are there no stories you have of her fierce determination and unrestrained ways?"

"Well, those matters are my own business. And Elizabeth's of course. I do not believe you have any reason at all to ask. In fact, I find it it incredibly shallow for gentlemen of your stature." Will countered, meeting their gazes with a burning anger, though his face was calm, almost serene.

"Come Turner, since this is your first function with Miss. Elizabeth, let me explain the ways of the sexes. The women gather and talk about us, and so the men gather and talk over the women. It is nothing new, nothing new at all, my lad. We have all shared secrets of our wives, it's what makes us who we are, and shows those around us the trust we have in one another. It's a fairly simple thing." James Kensington explained, meeting Will's gaze.

"Gentlemen, if those topics are exactly as you say they are, secrets, then secrets they shall remain. I have no desire or want to share intimate details of my marriage with you swine." He spat, turning on his heel as Kensington grabbed his arm.

"Careful boy, your frozen wife may not be able to talk you out of an insult of that magnitude to a Captain of Her Majesties Royal Navy."

A loud hit rang through the room as James hit the floor, blood beginning to dribble from the corner of his lip and his left nostril. The silence was nearly deafening as all eyes fixed on the young blacksmith standing at the Captain's feet.

"Insult me all you wish, for I have grown up with men like you my entire life. But perhaps now you will think twice before voicing such discourteous comments concerning my wife." He warned, his eyes and voice shards of ice as several of the other men helped their comrade to his feet.

"So it's a fight you want, Turner?" Kensington asked as he held up his fists to the young man after wiping the blood from his chin with the back of his hand.

"I have no desire to make more of a spectacle than has already been caused." Moving away, he barely caught the eyes of his wife as the crowed monitored his movement with wide eyes and gaping mouths. "Sir, I apologize for ruining the evening, and I meant no disrespect to you as a host or your wife as the hostess; you were both far tooo kind for extending the invitations, but I must take my leave." Lifting his jacket from the hands or a smirking manservant he stepped out into the air, sucking a heaving breath into his lungs.

Humiliation burned through him as he recalled the look on Elizabeth's face as he left through the entryway. The anger shining in her eyes and the way she averted her gaze to her twining hands rather than meet his apologetic stare.

"My lord? May I fetch your carriage, sir?" A young boy asked, tugging on Will's arm.

"No thank you, I would rather walk."

"You aren't much like the other men in suits."

"Well lad, I shall take that as a compliment. What is your name?"

"Joshua William James Wilkerson."

"Ah, I thought you looked familiar. Your father is a good man." Will smiled as he looked down at the young, bright eyed boy standing merely up to his waist.

"You know my father?"

"Indeed. He's a man worthy of respect. He was always good to me when business was low, inviting me to dinner with he and your mother before you were even born."

"You're William Turner. The blacksmith who fought a million pirates to win Governor Swann's daughter." The boy looked up at the taller man with awe shining in his bright green eyes.

Will laughed, setting a hand to the young man's head, ruffling his hair before seating himself on the top step with a sigh, sensing movement as the child fidgeted about from one foot to the other. "Will you not sit?"

"Oh no, sir. If I am caught sittin' I get a mighty fierce belt across the back of my knees. Last time I couldn't sit for a week. Wouldn't want to go through it again, since mum is sick and had to stop working. That's why I'm here."

"And your father?"

"Workin' night and day sir. Barely home at all. Though I suppose we're lucky it's just me and him and mum at home."

"Sit. I will not tell a soul, I swear. Besides. I asked you to did I not?" Will countered, seeing the child weigh the pros and cons before hesitantly taking a seat next to the blacksmith. "How old are you Joshua?"

"Ten, sir."

"You needn't call me sir. Will is fine."

"But that's not befittin' of your title. And Papa says I should always call a man by what he is."

"Well, your father is right, but I am no sir. Merely a boy like you." He growled, loosening his tie and pulling it off as he tossed it onto the pile beside him that made up his jacket.

"Sir? I mean….Will…did you really fight a million pirates?"

Will laughed, setting an arm around the child's shoulders.

"No little one, I wouldn't say a million."

"A thousand?

"Not even close."

"Hundreds?"

"More like twenty."

"Oh. Beggin' your pardon, sir, but I think a million sounds better. Makes you seem more of a hero than you let yourself be."

Will stared down at the miniature Wilkerson. His arms and legs were scrawny, his hair was greasy and his clothing somewhat tattered. He assumed this was the lad's best outfit, used only for work. A smudge of dirt covered his left cheek and moved across the bridge of his nose, reminding Will of the first few days he spent in Port Royal's smithy at the teachings of Master Brown, before he became addicted to the bottle.

A shadow passed the doorway as Elizabeth mentally scolded her husband, wishing every pox upon him, despite the love she felt for the man. She stopped as she heard voices, one clearly belonging to the person who should have been preparing himself for an intense night of sleeping in the guest quarters, and the other belonging to what obviously sounded like a boy. Leaning against the doorframe, she listened as the two talked.

"So, Sir…..Will….why are you sittin' out here on the steps when you could be enjoying the warmth of the party?" Joshua asked as he wrapped his arms around himself to ward off the chill. Without a thought Will lifted the jacket that went along with his suit and set it over the little boy's shoulders.

"Oh no, I can't wear this…." He stopped at the look given by the older man as he slipped into it, grateful for the cover it gave his against the cold night air.

"Well…I was very foolish."

"Heroes can be foolish?"

"I am no hero. Merely a man whom a lot of people talk of. Though there was only ever one person I wanted to impress, and now I've let her down as well."

"Miss. Elizabeth?"

At Will's nod Joshua looked out before him as the moon rose higher in the night sky.

"Well, she married you didn't she? That has to count for somethin'."

"Sometimes I ask myself if it really does. Just like you….I mean….am I worth it?"

"She must think you are. I mean…if you weren't she coulda gone with that soldier."

"True. But….that still doesn't change the fact that I embarrassed her before everyone inside."

"Is that why your fingers are all blue?" The child asked, lightly sticking a hand out from underneath the jacket to poke it into the swelling knuckles on Will's right hand.

With a wince he laughed and nodded, propping his elbow on his knees.

"Don't worry, she'll forgive you."

"How can you tell?" Will asked with a smirk, this child's company shining over any of the people he had talked to that evening.

"Well, she loves you. And my Papa always says that if you live by love then nothing is out of reach."

"Once again, Joshua, your father is a very wise man." Will contemplated the boy's words as he noticed movement behind him. The youngster shot up as he backed away.

"Miss. Elizabeth, I…I'm sorry I wasn't doing my work, please. I was just talking; I didn't mean to get caught." He stuttered as Elizabeth smiled with a wink.

"You have nothing to fear from me, I won't tell a soul." Her words echoed Will's in Joshua's mind as he bid a brief farewell to the couple and took off toward the stables to ready the horses and carriages.

Will stayed where he was; seated on the bottom step as he reclined back, propping his elbow on the step above. His wife moved to his side, the large dress looking cumbersome, though with the grace she possessed she made it seem like nothing at all as she sat next to him, her fingers lightly grazing the swollen hand.

"I'm sorry, Will. I had no right to be angry with you."

"You had every right. I humiliated myself in front of everyone, and worst of all, you."

"Will…I wasn't humiliated. At first, I was a little embarrassed, but that passed. Though….I am still incredibly angry with you."

"I'm sorry, love. I should have listened to what you said, I should have just let well enough alone and walked away, but his words just spurred me and I couldn't contain my anger."

"What did he say?"

"Nothing that needs to be repeated, I assure you." He growled, and both turned when they saw the young boy leading their carriage to the steps.

"Thank you Joshua." He smiled as the rider nodded in greeting to the Turner's. Will helped his wife into the carriage before tuning and looking down at the young man.

"Come by the smithy tomorrow with your father, I have something I'd like to ask you." He smiled with a wink, ruffling the boy's hair once more as he jumped up next to Elizabeth as the wheels turned, taking them home.

"It's not too bad." Elizabeth stated as she held Will's hand in her lap, the cool cloth lying over the bruised skin.

They sat on the edge of their large bed, the moonlight streaming in through the open windows as a slight breeze spurred the drapes to dance about inches above the floor.

"I still can't believe it's not broken. The man has an iron jaw."

Will commented as he sat next to his wife, her long yet fitted sleeping gown and her legs serving to be a pillow as she tended his hand.

"Yes well, I hope you have learned your lesson."

"Indeed, my love. No more fighting Her Majesties Royal Navy Captains, I swear." He joked as she tossed him a glittering glare.

"Keep jesting, William Turner, and we'll see just how much time I've allotted for you in the guest quarters."

Will grinned, scooting closer to her side as she attempted to slide farther away from him. Removing his hand from her lap he wrapped it about her waist before placing his lips against her nearly exposed shoulder.

"I don't entirely believe you would actually send me to the guest room tonight. You've grown far too accustomed to having me next to you as you sleep." He stated as his voice deepened, his breath fanning her throat as his mouth moved up along the column to nibble at the juncture between neck and jaw.

All she could muster was a sigh as she tilted her head to grant him better access, her hands tightening into fists over her legs. He made his way slowly down her jaw to her chin before moving up to claim her lips, his tongue delving in immediately as she met him stroke for stroke. He memorized her mouth like he did with each passionate kiss they shared, committing her taste back to memory as he turned her toward him, lifting her up onto his lap cradling her against his bare chest.

As his hungry lips plundered her own, breaking occasionally for oxygen; his deft fingers found the lacings and untied them, letting the garment slowly slide from her shoulders and to pool around her waist. She stood, pulling him with her as she connected their mouths once again, slipping out of the dress and letting it stay on the floor as she worked on the ties of his sleeping trousers. Once they too joined her nightdress he pulled her body into full contact with his own, keeping in mind not to crush her lithe frame too roughly. She pushed him backwards to the bed until, finally, they keeled over with Elizabeth landing above him and Will's face hidden beneath a veil of her light brown hair.

She kept him in place with her body as she set loving kisses to his face and neck, moving to his shoulders and chest until he was panting beneath her. His hands maintained their grip on her waist as he pulled her back up to his mouth, claiming her pouted and swollen cherry lips with his own, his lower body pressing up against hers as he pushed gently, rolling her beneath him.

Her moan of desire was caught with lips and tongue as he loved her gently, yet fervently, until their bodies trembled with release and they lay shaking in each others arms, unwilling to break any form of contact they shared.

"Well….perhaps I will rethink sending you to the guest quarters…..just for tonight." She sighed as she drifted off with her head pillowed against his chest. She dimly recalled his low chuckle as well as a gingerly placed kiss to the top of her head before sleep claimed her.

A/N: Huzzah! Yet another chapter completed! Only two more to go guys! If you have an idea you'd like to see, you need to ask or else you might not see it! If it's an idea for a longer story, feel free to submit that as well. I'm not sure if Jack will come in, but if I do a sequel to this week, you never can tell. Read and Review please!

-Liz-