Disclaimer: Unfortunately, I still don't own any of the characters in this story. -grabs Elizabeth and ties her up in my closet- Hmm...nobody saw that, now did they? -shifty eyes-

Sorry this chappy is so short...

:: Chapter Three ::

Elizabeth and Norrington hurried into the Governor's mansion just as the angry sky opened, sending torrents of water that hissed as it fell upon the parched soil. Elizabeth took a deep breath as she entered the warm house, an excited yet scared expression on her face. Had she made the wrong decision there on the cliff?

She turned to stare out the large window next to the large oak doors, watching the rain paint blurry lines onto the glass. Her mind felt the same way, all blurred togeterh as thought she weren't really there. It seemed as if she was another person, watching herself walk through life making fateful decisions.

"Elizabeth, darling..." Norrington tapped her on the shoulder, smiling softly, "Shall we?"

"No...go on without me. I'll face my father later...I need to think." Elizabeth replied indifferently, still watching the world outside swirl into sogginess. Maybe that was another wrong decision, to not go with him, but Elizabeth didn't care. She didn't care about anything right now...

Feeling like she was full of cotton, Elizabeth flopped onto the couch in the parlor, tears threatening to escape out of the corner of her dark amber eyes. She wanted to far away and never return. How could she have done such a stupid thing. It was impossible to take it back now though. Elizabeth stared up at the small picture of her mother over the fireplace, then turned away, ashamed. Her mother would have never done such a thing as Elizabeth had just done. But it seemed the only way, the only way that she would ever hope of staying in Port Royale, to stay with Will. With a wavering sigh, Elizabeth collapsed, both mentally and physically, and she sobbed into the red pushiness of the couch's thick fabric.

Meanwhile, Will traced the rim of the small mug, idly wondering when the last time it was washed. The soiled pewter mug dully reflected the light from the lantern swinging above his head. His dark eyes scanned the smoky, dank room, looking for something, anything to take his mind off of her. He looked back towards the mug at hand, and took a large drag of whiskey, letting the burning liquid slide gently over his tongue and slowly overcome his troubled mind.

It could never work, could it? No...it couldn't. Will answered his own question, and frowned slightly, staring into the shiny amber liquid. Elizabeth had been everything he ever wanted, yet she wasn't anymore...or was she? Will sighed softly, thinking to himself. He was so confused, his mind in turmoil. He would just have to follow out with his plan. There was really no other way...

"Elizabeth?" A friendly female voice inquired, obviously worried, "What's the matter sweets?"

Elizabeth swallowed back her tears, and smiled sadly up at Megan, her servant and best friend. "Everything." She murmured, and patted the couch next to her invitingly. "My life is ruined..."

"Oh, I'm sure it's not that bad," Megan reassured Elizabeth, sitting next to her. "I know you're worried about moving back to England. We're working as fast as we can to pack all your things...the voyage will be fine, and you'll fit right into society in London. We'll miss you dearly though."

"As I will," Elizabeth replied, "But I'm sure we'll be able to see each other often," Elizabeth smiled softly at Megan's confused expression, "I'm not moving." She said simply. Elizabeth wished it would be that simple. All she wanted was to carry on her life here, just the way it was. Why did everything have to change so fast? And so drastically?

"Oh, I know you don't want to move...it's hard." Megan patted Elizabeth on the back sympathetically, "I remember when I had to move here from London with my family. I was only four..."

"No." Elizabeth interrupted, "That's not what I mean. I'm not moving back to England. I can't. I've made a commitment now that I can't break." Elizabeth's voice cracked, and she stifled another sob.

"A commitment?" Megan asked, alarmed. "Whatever do you mean?" She reached over and gave Elizabeth a quick hug, "You can tell me what's troubling you...I will not breathe a word."

Elizabeth tried to regain her composure and sat up, "It's alright, mostly everyone will know by this evening anyway," Elizabeth took a deep breath and murmured almost inaudibly, "I...I agreed to marry Commodore Norrington."

AN: Yay! I love reviews!! But don't start thinking I'm going to update so often...'tis hard thinking up all this...and the next chapter is going to be really tough to write.

catgirlutah: Stupid old Norrington...always gets in the way. Now look what he has done...-punches him in the nose- You'll learn more about his evil ways in the next chapter. Elizabeth wouldn't have made such a stupid decision without a better reason... And thanks for the spelling tip on Weatherby's name. :)

Eva: Thanks so much for reviewing!! I'm glad you like it!!! -hugs-