(Sorry... Catherine will be posted tomorrow (I hope)
Elizabeth's POV
The lack of space between our bodies was enough to break my heart. The Commodore was a fine man. Along with his years had come the wisdom he gained. He could manage a sword and manage his money. He had dreams of a better England and the determination to make all of his dreams come true. And one day he hoped to be a father, and to instill in his children the values that were so dear to his heart. He knew far more than a girl of nineteen, and yet he knew so little.
I'm confident to say that the Commodore had never been in love. True, he had the occasional companion at my father's parties. But never had he seemed really... in love with her. And I suppose that's where his feelings for me had come about. He had seen me grow from an akwards child, to what I still see as an akward young lady. He saw my fascination with the blacksmith boy, and he saw it grow, passing up admiration and eventually becoming far more than he could ever imagine. And this made him feel empty. I knew that Charles Norrington did not love me, but I also knew that he wanted to. More badly than he had ever wanted anything. And when I accepted his proposal I suppose he thought that I loved him. And I suppose that I thought that I one day could. But it was apparent as he held me in his arms, that day would not be today.
I had been taking ballroom dancing lessons since I began to walk. Mother and Father thought it was best for me to build grace at such a young age. The Commodore too was very swift on his feet, and on the dance floor we made to be quite the couple. The room was adorned with candles and white roses, and I noted silently that my father had outdone himself.
Norrington suddenly broke the silence when he leaned in and whispered into my ear. "Tell me you love me."
I wanted to pull away and run out the door. I wanted to fly across the dock and collide with Will. Iwanted to be in his arms to tell him that everything I was about to say was a lie. But I suppose... he wouldn't listen anyway. "I love you." I love you like I love hurricanes, and almost as much as I love smallpox. I didn't have the heart to tell the man that the words "I love you" mean nothing to me. You can love a person with every ounce of your being. If you aren't in love with them it's nothing but rubbish.
"Yes. You know what I like to hear my dear. Now I have something that I think you will enjoy." His eyes scanned the room, intently searching for the subject of our conversation.
"Yes my darling, and what would that be?"
His eyes stopped searching and grew smaller to go along with the evil grin he was now showing. "The blacksmith is here."
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