Author's note: I know I said four new chapters, but I juggled my story a
bit so now it's three more, slightly shorter chapters. I want to know if my
characters are still believable, does Will still seem like Will? Does
Elizabeth still seem like Elizabeth? I don't know I think I'm in a bit of a
funk. At any rate here's chapter 14.
The crowd of enthralled fans was almost to much for Elizabeth, who had lost Bradford but at that point hadn't cared. She'd just left with Will eager to get back to the quiet of her apartment. The drive home had been silent, both parties reliving the events of the past twenty minutes, and now that they were back and Elizabeth could relax. She took time to realise the comedy in the situation, she had just stolen Orlando away from a group of adoring fans, and they must have been so disappointed. Oh well, there was nothing she could do, nothing she wanted to do. Seeing all those girls fawning over Will had just re-affirmed her need to send him back into the screen. It made her tired and cross, she just wanted to sleep.
Will on the other hand was still shocked and it seemed as though he wanted to discuss his problems before turning in.
"Are they always like that?" he asked as he came in behind Elizabeth and shut the door.
"Who? Fans or girls in general," Elizabeth snorted warily.
Will looked slightly confused. "Umm. both I think."
"Fans yes, girls. most of the time," Elizabeth answered pondering and recalling her own teenage years.
There was always someone, some poster boy, or rebel without a cause that she seemed to be fawning over, it had been fun. It still was, especially when you could fawn in the comfort of your own living room. Elizabeth chuckled slightly and then snapped back to reality as Will asked another question.
"Would that happen wherever I went?" Will asked again.
"Most likely," came Elizabeth's tired response.
"That's terrifying," came Will's solemn response.
Elizabeth's interest was suddenly piqued. "Really?" she asked.
"Yes." Came Will's response a little hesitantly after seeing Elizabeth's reaction. "I am sure you would to, if you had strange people chasing you and offering you stuffed toys, or strange food, or lifting up their shirts at you," he said rather sheepishly.
"What!?" came Elizabeth's immediate shocked response.
"Just before you came, one of the girls, I think it was the tall one, lifted her shirt and asked me to sign her stomach, I was shocked! I moved away as quickly as possible but they just kept pursuing, it was maddening," he said with the utmost of seriousness.
Elizabeth chuckled a little louder, and Will looked at her strangely. "I suppose this is supposed to be funny?" he scolded.
"No it's just that you're not like your counterpart in that respect at all." Elizabeth answered back. "He loves that kind of stuff."
"Really, how could you it's terrifying!" came Will's shocked response.
Elizabeth smiled and chuckled a little, her tiredness abating. "He revels in it, plays along all the time, I'm surprised the fans didn't realise you weren't him just because you didn't insist that you lift up your shirt have them sign your belly too."
If Will thought he was shocked before, he was blown away at that. "He does that!" he said bewildered.
"I wouldn't put it past him, he is kind of a crazy guy, very much his own person, that's one of the reasons the girls go crazy for him, he's so different from your typical twentieth century heartthrob. I mean while yes he's "hot" you know gorgeous eyes and body and handsome features and stuff he's really." Elizabeth suddenly caught herself, did she really want to be describing to Will all of the things she loved about Orlando Bloom? It didn't seem terribly tactful.
Will noticed the sudden stop. "No, continue," he said.
Elizabeth was a little taken aback; she didn't think Will was the shameless self-flattery type.
"You really want to know why I like this guy?" she asked, puzzled.
"It's interesting, to note differences and similarities between us," Will said sheepishly.
Elizabeth got a devilish idea and decided it was time to exercise Will's sense of humour a little further.
"Oh, like since you both look exactly the same, me thinking he has gorgeous eyes and body and handsome features, automatically means that I think you have gorgeous eyes and body and handsome features as well?" Elizabeth teased.
"Among other things I hope," Will answered back still a little sheepish.
"Oh, now it comes out!" Elizabeth really started to put herself into her game, mocking shock as she looked at Will. "See the dashing, charming, and chivalrous Will they all show us in the movie is none other than a vain believer in shameless self-promotion! I should have known, no one who looks that good can't be in love with himself, you're more like Orlando than I thought." Elizabeth laughed, as she jumped up and pointed a finger accusingly at him.
She was releasing her stress at Will's expense but she didn't care. Elizabeth was getting tired of pining over him all the time. It could be exhausting, exerting that kind self-control. Besides, Will seemed to be enjoying it. She caught his eye briefly, seeing a bright and mischievous twinkle there.
"How dare ye impune me honour! I am not sick of such self-love as ye say!" Will retorted as he rose and stood toe-to-toe with Elizabeth, puffing out his chest indignantly.
Elizabeth was surprised he'd taken the bait, and quickly came up with a comeback. "Oh, Mr. Pirate, quoting a malicious tyrant of the ocean now are we, well two can play that game, savvy?" Elizabeth said while pulling a Jackish grin. "Now, do we have an accord?" she added for a final touch.
At that Will burst in a peal of giggles, which shocked Elizabeth even more, sending her into a fit of laughter on the floor.
"You're mad!" Will cried between giggle fits.
"Actually I'm in quite a good mood now," Elizabeth retorted quickly, sending Will into deeper fits of laughter.
"By George, I think I've done it!" Elizabeth said softly as she stopped and looked at the crippled Will on the floor.
"Done what?" Will said as his laughter subsided slightly.
"Cured Will Turner of his infamous melancholy," Elizabeth smiled.
Will was instantly serious "Who says I have melancholy." Will pondered the grammar there. "I mean, that I'm melancholic?" he asked sternly.
"That's one of the main differences between you and Orlando I think," Elizabeth started seriously.
"What?" Will prodded.
"He loves himself, and you hate yourself," she said quietly.
"I don't hate myself," Will said seriously.
"Oh, so you practise sword fighting three hours a day, and spend the rest of your day working on swords for you to practise with because it's fun," Elizabeth retorted.
"Well. yes!" Will stumbled indignantly.
"Please, don't try to fool me Will Turner, I know what goes on in that head of yours, you never feel worthy enough so you just keep practising hoping someday, you'll be able to prove yourself. And then, when you finally do manage to prove yourself, you hide your feelings and go on brooding like some sort of woe betide," Elizabeth had lost all of her joking manor and was now just annoyed.
"I'm hiding my feelings," Will said as he raised his voice sharply, startling Elizabeth somewhat. "What about you? You never let anyone in! You are too busy demeaning yourself to realise that you are a worthwhile person who people are actually attracted to!" Elizabeth was jarred by Will's comment, but wouldn't let him see it.
"We're not talking about me, we're talking about you." She said sharply, in an attempt to change the subject. "You are so ashamed of your past, when it should be something you embrace, a part of your heritage that gives you the potential to move above the set boundaries around and actually rise above them." Elizabeth explained harshly.
"How does being the orphaned son of a pirate help me in any way?" Will asked, loathing the sentence as it escaped his lips.
"Your father was a pirate, a good man who had a passion in him which couldn't be controlled by the harsh aristocracy he found himself in. So he saw what he didn't like and he changed it, he refused to conform, and he became his own person. He loved and lost like any other person, but unlike so many people at that time, he did it on his own terms." Elizabeth could hardly believe the words pouring out of her mouth, she didn't readily speak her mind, what was in her heart, but she couldn't help herself.
"How do you know about my father?" Will asked accusingly. "Is this some part of the movie?"
"No," Elizabeth said sternly. "I know what your father is like because I see him struggling to break free in you. You carry the passion he has, you have the desires he has, to effect change in your life, to follow your dreams, to take what you want without looking back. You are just too blinded by shame of him to realise it!"
Elizabeth sat down on the bed, tired and sad that the day, which had been so fun, had been a breakthrough in their relationship, in the end of the day had turned into another bickering match.
"So I don't take what I want, I don't allow myself to change the world around me and I hide all my passion," Will said scathingly as he lay down on his bed, at the foot of Elizabeth's. "Hmm, that's interesting, considering I have been doing nothing but hold back my feelings for you for the past three days, in an attempt to be a gentleman, because you told me to! Now that's what you call ironic." Will said as Elizabeth saw him turn away from her.
Elizabeth was slightly confused as to what had just taken place, and the meaning behind it. "What?" she called out to Will, hoping for some sort of explanation.
"I'm tired Elizabeth, good night," Will said sharply, his back still turned to her.
Elizabeth couldn't believe it, she'd been stupid enough to get the most wonderful man she'd ever met, not talking to her. She'd never felt more idiotic in her entire life.
The crowd of enthralled fans was almost to much for Elizabeth, who had lost Bradford but at that point hadn't cared. She'd just left with Will eager to get back to the quiet of her apartment. The drive home had been silent, both parties reliving the events of the past twenty minutes, and now that they were back and Elizabeth could relax. She took time to realise the comedy in the situation, she had just stolen Orlando away from a group of adoring fans, and they must have been so disappointed. Oh well, there was nothing she could do, nothing she wanted to do. Seeing all those girls fawning over Will had just re-affirmed her need to send him back into the screen. It made her tired and cross, she just wanted to sleep.
Will on the other hand was still shocked and it seemed as though he wanted to discuss his problems before turning in.
"Are they always like that?" he asked as he came in behind Elizabeth and shut the door.
"Who? Fans or girls in general," Elizabeth snorted warily.
Will looked slightly confused. "Umm. both I think."
"Fans yes, girls. most of the time," Elizabeth answered pondering and recalling her own teenage years.
There was always someone, some poster boy, or rebel without a cause that she seemed to be fawning over, it had been fun. It still was, especially when you could fawn in the comfort of your own living room. Elizabeth chuckled slightly and then snapped back to reality as Will asked another question.
"Would that happen wherever I went?" Will asked again.
"Most likely," came Elizabeth's tired response.
"That's terrifying," came Will's solemn response.
Elizabeth's interest was suddenly piqued. "Really?" she asked.
"Yes." Came Will's response a little hesitantly after seeing Elizabeth's reaction. "I am sure you would to, if you had strange people chasing you and offering you stuffed toys, or strange food, or lifting up their shirts at you," he said rather sheepishly.
"What!?" came Elizabeth's immediate shocked response.
"Just before you came, one of the girls, I think it was the tall one, lifted her shirt and asked me to sign her stomach, I was shocked! I moved away as quickly as possible but they just kept pursuing, it was maddening," he said with the utmost of seriousness.
Elizabeth chuckled a little louder, and Will looked at her strangely. "I suppose this is supposed to be funny?" he scolded.
"No it's just that you're not like your counterpart in that respect at all." Elizabeth answered back. "He loves that kind of stuff."
"Really, how could you it's terrifying!" came Will's shocked response.
Elizabeth smiled and chuckled a little, her tiredness abating. "He revels in it, plays along all the time, I'm surprised the fans didn't realise you weren't him just because you didn't insist that you lift up your shirt have them sign your belly too."
If Will thought he was shocked before, he was blown away at that. "He does that!" he said bewildered.
"I wouldn't put it past him, he is kind of a crazy guy, very much his own person, that's one of the reasons the girls go crazy for him, he's so different from your typical twentieth century heartthrob. I mean while yes he's "hot" you know gorgeous eyes and body and handsome features and stuff he's really." Elizabeth suddenly caught herself, did she really want to be describing to Will all of the things she loved about Orlando Bloom? It didn't seem terribly tactful.
Will noticed the sudden stop. "No, continue," he said.
Elizabeth was a little taken aback; she didn't think Will was the shameless self-flattery type.
"You really want to know why I like this guy?" she asked, puzzled.
"It's interesting, to note differences and similarities between us," Will said sheepishly.
Elizabeth got a devilish idea and decided it was time to exercise Will's sense of humour a little further.
"Oh, like since you both look exactly the same, me thinking he has gorgeous eyes and body and handsome features, automatically means that I think you have gorgeous eyes and body and handsome features as well?" Elizabeth teased.
"Among other things I hope," Will answered back still a little sheepish.
"Oh, now it comes out!" Elizabeth really started to put herself into her game, mocking shock as she looked at Will. "See the dashing, charming, and chivalrous Will they all show us in the movie is none other than a vain believer in shameless self-promotion! I should have known, no one who looks that good can't be in love with himself, you're more like Orlando than I thought." Elizabeth laughed, as she jumped up and pointed a finger accusingly at him.
She was releasing her stress at Will's expense but she didn't care. Elizabeth was getting tired of pining over him all the time. It could be exhausting, exerting that kind self-control. Besides, Will seemed to be enjoying it. She caught his eye briefly, seeing a bright and mischievous twinkle there.
"How dare ye impune me honour! I am not sick of such self-love as ye say!" Will retorted as he rose and stood toe-to-toe with Elizabeth, puffing out his chest indignantly.
Elizabeth was surprised he'd taken the bait, and quickly came up with a comeback. "Oh, Mr. Pirate, quoting a malicious tyrant of the ocean now are we, well two can play that game, savvy?" Elizabeth said while pulling a Jackish grin. "Now, do we have an accord?" she added for a final touch.
At that Will burst in a peal of giggles, which shocked Elizabeth even more, sending her into a fit of laughter on the floor.
"You're mad!" Will cried between giggle fits.
"Actually I'm in quite a good mood now," Elizabeth retorted quickly, sending Will into deeper fits of laughter.
"By George, I think I've done it!" Elizabeth said softly as she stopped and looked at the crippled Will on the floor.
"Done what?" Will said as his laughter subsided slightly.
"Cured Will Turner of his infamous melancholy," Elizabeth smiled.
Will was instantly serious "Who says I have melancholy." Will pondered the grammar there. "I mean, that I'm melancholic?" he asked sternly.
"That's one of the main differences between you and Orlando I think," Elizabeth started seriously.
"What?" Will prodded.
"He loves himself, and you hate yourself," she said quietly.
"I don't hate myself," Will said seriously.
"Oh, so you practise sword fighting three hours a day, and spend the rest of your day working on swords for you to practise with because it's fun," Elizabeth retorted.
"Well. yes!" Will stumbled indignantly.
"Please, don't try to fool me Will Turner, I know what goes on in that head of yours, you never feel worthy enough so you just keep practising hoping someday, you'll be able to prove yourself. And then, when you finally do manage to prove yourself, you hide your feelings and go on brooding like some sort of woe betide," Elizabeth had lost all of her joking manor and was now just annoyed.
"I'm hiding my feelings," Will said as he raised his voice sharply, startling Elizabeth somewhat. "What about you? You never let anyone in! You are too busy demeaning yourself to realise that you are a worthwhile person who people are actually attracted to!" Elizabeth was jarred by Will's comment, but wouldn't let him see it.
"We're not talking about me, we're talking about you." She said sharply, in an attempt to change the subject. "You are so ashamed of your past, when it should be something you embrace, a part of your heritage that gives you the potential to move above the set boundaries around and actually rise above them." Elizabeth explained harshly.
"How does being the orphaned son of a pirate help me in any way?" Will asked, loathing the sentence as it escaped his lips.
"Your father was a pirate, a good man who had a passion in him which couldn't be controlled by the harsh aristocracy he found himself in. So he saw what he didn't like and he changed it, he refused to conform, and he became his own person. He loved and lost like any other person, but unlike so many people at that time, he did it on his own terms." Elizabeth could hardly believe the words pouring out of her mouth, she didn't readily speak her mind, what was in her heart, but she couldn't help herself.
"How do you know about my father?" Will asked accusingly. "Is this some part of the movie?"
"No," Elizabeth said sternly. "I know what your father is like because I see him struggling to break free in you. You carry the passion he has, you have the desires he has, to effect change in your life, to follow your dreams, to take what you want without looking back. You are just too blinded by shame of him to realise it!"
Elizabeth sat down on the bed, tired and sad that the day, which had been so fun, had been a breakthrough in their relationship, in the end of the day had turned into another bickering match.
"So I don't take what I want, I don't allow myself to change the world around me and I hide all my passion," Will said scathingly as he lay down on his bed, at the foot of Elizabeth's. "Hmm, that's interesting, considering I have been doing nothing but hold back my feelings for you for the past three days, in an attempt to be a gentleman, because you told me to! Now that's what you call ironic." Will said as Elizabeth saw him turn away from her.
Elizabeth was slightly confused as to what had just taken place, and the meaning behind it. "What?" she called out to Will, hoping for some sort of explanation.
"I'm tired Elizabeth, good night," Will said sharply, his back still turned to her.
Elizabeth couldn't believe it, she'd been stupid enough to get the most wonderful man she'd ever met, not talking to her. She'd never felt more idiotic in her entire life.