The story I was considering to post, obviously I have chosen to :P The plot is unclear at this point, but it will pick up at about ch. 5.
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Disclaimer: The characters protrayed in this story are property of Jerry Bruckheimer(SP), except for Jennifer the maid.
Nightmares
Chapter 1: A Hard Days Work
At exactly five minutes past the hour of six, Will Turner set down his tools. His whole body ached and was sweaty from working so hard in the Smithy. He ran a damp cloth over his face and chest, attempting to rid the sweat that was accumulating. He tied his hair back up neatly before picking up his belongings and retreating to the door. He locked up and started walking home.
Will was content with the days work, save for the late start. He also couldn't deny that his thoughts did wander throughout the day to Elizabeth. He always thought about her when working, it was just too hard not to.
He greeted many passers on the way home, some whom he knew, and some not. He finally reached the front gate. By this stage of the day, the sun was faint in the sky, darkening the road, blocking out many tricky obstacles, many of which Will struggled to overcome without a candle.
Will unlatched the front gate and walked inside, clearly exhausted. He opened the front door of their two-story house, by far not as elegant as the Swann mansion, but just as homely.
He was greeted by one of the maids. "Ah Mr Turner, welcome back, I trust your day was productive?"
Will nodded and smiled. "Indeed it was Jennifer, and if so would be so kind as to run a bath, I would like to wash up before supper." He looked down at his dirty pants and shirt. "Where is my wife?" He looked around the hall and living room to find no traces of Elizabeth.
"Sleeping sir, felt a bit ill this morning." Replied the maid. Will raised a brow, concerned.
"Not too serious, you needn't worry." She added, seeing his face. "Go up and see her, if she's awake, she'll be wanting to know you've returned."
The maid walked away after bowing, leaving Will standing in the hall. He made for the stairs, taking two steps at a time. When he reached their bedroom, he knocked before entering.
"Elizabeth, are you alright?" He walked in and saw she was fast asleep. Cursing himself for almost waking her, he came and sat down on the bed. Being as tired as he was, the prospect of snuggling up to his wife in their warm bed was very inviting.
Will removed his over jacket and boots and climbed into the bed next to her. She was on her back, and he leaned on his side, facing her. He closed his tired and sore eyes and wrapped an arm around her waist, cuddling up to her. He fell into a light doze straight away, head next to hers on the pillow.
Neither heard the maid, who walked past without noticing the couple were sleeping. She shouted to Will. "Mr Turner, your bath is...oh." She stopped at the doorway, realising that he hadn't heard a word she just said. She smiled and left him to rest, closing the door quietly.
She went downstairs to prepare supper, but stopped for a moment to have a word with the butler. "That William Turner works so hard these days, wouldn't be surprised if one day he works himself sick." The butler nodded, and she resumed walking to the kitchen.
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