A/N- Yep, it's me, back with another chapter. Please tell me how I'm doing
each time, alright? I can't improve if you don't give me any feedback!
Thanks for all the lovely reviews! A little romance in this chapter,
nothing much. Can't say I agree with Will/Elizabeth, though. *Coughs*
Fang knows what I mean.
-_^
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"You go and ask her, don't worry about me, I'll make myself at home."
And that was how Will was shoved out of his own shop by Jack, who had wasted no time in giving him a "push in the right direction," as he had named it. He stared at the closed wooden door, and sighed, annoyed. If there was one thing that bothered him most about the flamboyant captain, it was his tendency to think mostly about others. Almost yelling, he said, "Yes, the thing that matters to me most is if you'll make yourself comfortable." When no one responded, he gave up, and walked down the stone roadway.
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Will paused just outside of the gate to Governor Swann's house, his attention caught by the beauty of the late morning. Sunlight filled every part of Port Royal its tendrils could touch, reflecting in the lucid water of the Caribbean. The docks were busy, traders and others scurrying around to unload their goods, or set sail. A soft breeze was blowing, rustling the plants in the area. He would miss this, he realized.
"Will!"
His thoughts were interrupted by a woman's voice. He turned back to the manor to see Elizabeth grinning at him. Her brown hair was falling in curls past her shoulders, having not been tied back. She was wearing a soft blue dress, and judging by the fact she was still breathing, no corset. Will's face broke into a smile, and he half ran up to meet her. He paused before giving her a quick hug and kiss.
"My father's still a little upset," she whispered into his ear. "Come on, let's take a walk." Will nodded, and noted that she seemed a little upset herself. Jack had made this prediction. Elizabeth's father was concerned about factors like social status. To put it bluntly, Will was on the lower end of the scale. He was also, as Jack kept reminding him, a pirate.
So maybe that was why he seemed keen of the idea of leaving. It wasn't because he disliked Port Royal. After all, he had spent almost his entire life here. It was because he was trapped. It didn't matter what he did- if he married Elizabeth or not- he'd still be thought of as a blacksmith to all those in a higher social status. He wasn't sure why, but that thought had always bothered him. But when you were on sailing as a pirate, it didn't matter. Everyone was the same.
So that was why he wanted to leave. He had been hesitant to ask, for fear of what Elizabeth would say. He had, after all, loved her since he had known her, and the thought of losing her didn't settle well.
Elizabeth stopped walking when they were far enough away. "Will, what's the matter?" She was looking up at him with concern. "Anything wrong?"
When Will didn't respond, she took his hand. "Will?" He looked at her, smiling.
"Elizabeth, Jack came back last night." He said it quickly, as if it would help take away the awkwardness.
"He did?" She spoke in a neutral tone.
"Yes, and. . ." He paused. There wasn't really a way to beat around the bush. "He'd like us to come along with him."
Elizabeth gave him a steady look. "You'd like to go?"
"Yes, I would." Will spoke softly, and brushed a lock of hair off her cheek. "Would you follow me?"
"Will. . ." Her voice trailed off.
"Please, Elizabeth. I want to spend my life with you; I just don't want to live it out here. There are so many things out there. We have the opportunity to see it."
"My father granted you clemency, and if he found out we were planning to go with Jack, he'd be hung, and you might be in prison."
"We don't have to tell anyone." Elizabeth was silent for a while. She turned to face the water.
"You want to see this?"
"I do. But I'm not going if I know you won't be beside me."
She smiled. "How much time do we have?"
Will's eyes widened with a little surprise.
"You mean that?"
She turned around, and embraced him, laughing.
"I'd follow you to the ends of the World, Will. But promise me that it won't be anything involving curses, alright?"
Will hugged her back, grinning as well.
"I'll try, Elizabeth. I'll definitely try." He took her hand, and pulled her gently in the direction of the smithy.
"Come on, let's go tell Jack."
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A/N-Yes, short. So sue me. It gets better, but only if you review~!
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"You go and ask her, don't worry about me, I'll make myself at home."
And that was how Will was shoved out of his own shop by Jack, who had wasted no time in giving him a "push in the right direction," as he had named it. He stared at the closed wooden door, and sighed, annoyed. If there was one thing that bothered him most about the flamboyant captain, it was his tendency to think mostly about others. Almost yelling, he said, "Yes, the thing that matters to me most is if you'll make yourself comfortable." When no one responded, he gave up, and walked down the stone roadway.
*~*~
Will paused just outside of the gate to Governor Swann's house, his attention caught by the beauty of the late morning. Sunlight filled every part of Port Royal its tendrils could touch, reflecting in the lucid water of the Caribbean. The docks were busy, traders and others scurrying around to unload their goods, or set sail. A soft breeze was blowing, rustling the plants in the area. He would miss this, he realized.
"Will!"
His thoughts were interrupted by a woman's voice. He turned back to the manor to see Elizabeth grinning at him. Her brown hair was falling in curls past her shoulders, having not been tied back. She was wearing a soft blue dress, and judging by the fact she was still breathing, no corset. Will's face broke into a smile, and he half ran up to meet her. He paused before giving her a quick hug and kiss.
"My father's still a little upset," she whispered into his ear. "Come on, let's take a walk." Will nodded, and noted that she seemed a little upset herself. Jack had made this prediction. Elizabeth's father was concerned about factors like social status. To put it bluntly, Will was on the lower end of the scale. He was also, as Jack kept reminding him, a pirate.
So maybe that was why he seemed keen of the idea of leaving. It wasn't because he disliked Port Royal. After all, he had spent almost his entire life here. It was because he was trapped. It didn't matter what he did- if he married Elizabeth or not- he'd still be thought of as a blacksmith to all those in a higher social status. He wasn't sure why, but that thought had always bothered him. But when you were on sailing as a pirate, it didn't matter. Everyone was the same.
So that was why he wanted to leave. He had been hesitant to ask, for fear of what Elizabeth would say. He had, after all, loved her since he had known her, and the thought of losing her didn't settle well.
Elizabeth stopped walking when they were far enough away. "Will, what's the matter?" She was looking up at him with concern. "Anything wrong?"
When Will didn't respond, she took his hand. "Will?" He looked at her, smiling.
"Elizabeth, Jack came back last night." He said it quickly, as if it would help take away the awkwardness.
"He did?" She spoke in a neutral tone.
"Yes, and. . ." He paused. There wasn't really a way to beat around the bush. "He'd like us to come along with him."
Elizabeth gave him a steady look. "You'd like to go?"
"Yes, I would." Will spoke softly, and brushed a lock of hair off her cheek. "Would you follow me?"
"Will. . ." Her voice trailed off.
"Please, Elizabeth. I want to spend my life with you; I just don't want to live it out here. There are so many things out there. We have the opportunity to see it."
"My father granted you clemency, and if he found out we were planning to go with Jack, he'd be hung, and you might be in prison."
"We don't have to tell anyone." Elizabeth was silent for a while. She turned to face the water.
"You want to see this?"
"I do. But I'm not going if I know you won't be beside me."
She smiled. "How much time do we have?"
Will's eyes widened with a little surprise.
"You mean that?"
She turned around, and embraced him, laughing.
"I'd follow you to the ends of the World, Will. But promise me that it won't be anything involving curses, alright?"
Will hugged her back, grinning as well.
"I'll try, Elizabeth. I'll definitely try." He took her hand, and pulled her gently in the direction of the smithy.
"Come on, let's go tell Jack."
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A/N-Yes, short. So sue me. It gets better, but only if you review~!