This is the first chapter of my story 'Two Loves, One Choice' re-written and revised for reasons all of you would know. I would like to thank one of my reviewers for pestering me lately to re-write it and get it up here, and my others will soon follow. I'm definitely not complaining, you're an inspiration.
Anyways, I hope to get each and every one of my reviewer's back and reviewing, I loved the input for the last version and would love to hear their feedback on my new version.
Disclaimer: I will only be doing one of these and it will go for the whole story... I don't own POTC or the characters and I've never been to the ride in Disney world or whatever, what I do own is the ideas and characters I have written into this and my previous version, that weren't already devised by the lovely writers of the genius that is Pirates of the Caribbean.
Chapter One: To Say Goodbye
Morgan covered her eyes with her hands as she sat upon her own bed, her mind befuddled with the happenings of the last week or so, everything had made her realize the fact that fate was just not on her side when it came to Will. Removing her hands she took a deep breath and looked to her side, a small piece of luggage hanging open, atop the things inside was an old picture of her mother and father.
Morgan's father was dressed in a naval uniform, only able to be deciphered by the small details you would find in navy attire, while her mother was dressed in a long flowing dress the colour of the sky with lace trimmings that were made to contrast the beautiful colour, or at least that's what Lauren had imagined. Morgan had never known her parents and had been living with her grandmother since she was five, which's when she met Elizabeth.
Again she sighed deeply, more occupied with the thoughts of her Journey ahead, she was leaving Port Royale for good, only to leave her best friend, Elizabeth Swann happy with the man of both their dreams.
William Turner was the epitome of all Morgan had ever wanted in a man, all any woman could want in a man, and at the age of twenty-two, he was just coming into his own self, like he was finding his own true person. Morgan hated the idea of leaving before the wedding, obviously both will and Elizabeth would be upset with her, but she just had to get away, for all three of them, but more for the sake of her breaking heart.
Morgan had loved Will since the day he was brought home with Elizabeth and her father after one of their many trips to England, the three of them had grown up together and Morgan's feelings for him didn't cease only grew until she couldn't watch him smile at her without the skipping of her heartbeat.
"Will loves Elizabeth, he always has." She muttered to herself, more to calm her nerves than anything. As she reached out towards the suitcase she stopped to watched her hand quiver in the sunlight from the window. She pulled her hand to her chest and her breathing deepened as her eyes became wet with tears that threatened to fall.
Morgan resented the fact that Elizabeth had lied to her, telling her that will and her were just friends and claiming it would stay that way, but Morgan, being as vulnerable as she was, allowed herself to believe that. When Will went after Elizabeth, even though she wished for Elizabeth to be safe as well, a part of her heart went with him and was lost to the depths of the ocean, never to be found again.
Devastated with the news of the engagement, Morgan nearly broke down, and then making the decision that the only way she would ever be able to get over him would be to get away from him.
Morgan stood abruptly and straightened out her dress, moving to the closet, where she pulled out the last of her belongings, going back to the bed and stuffing them inside as neatly as possible. A single tear trickled down her cheek, but she caught it before it passed the edge of her nose, wiping it away with the side of her finger and sniffling but once.
Upon closing the suitcase, she noticed Elizabeth's carriage arriving at the governor's mansion out of her window, watching Elizabeth hop out of it jovially, a large white dress draped over the arm of but one of her servants. Morgan closed her eyes and pushed her thoughts away, pulling all of her luggage into her grasp as sturdily as she could and making her way out of the doorway, down into the kitchen and out onto the cobblestone street.
Morgan didn't really care where she was headed to, just as long as she was safely out of Port Royale. She strode through town with quite the ease with the load bundled in her arms, she could see the docks as she passed through the Market and headed straight for them, here eyes fixed on seeing only them and ignoring all of the stares.
Will came out of one of the shops just as she passed and a puzzled look crossed his face with the sight of her and all of that luggage. He almost decided it wasn't her before she tripped over a protruded stone in the pathway and let out a familiar yelp, dropping the luggage with a thump and grasping at her slippered toe. He ran to her side and she looked up from her lowered post in surprise.
"Will, what are you doing here?" she questioned softly, dreading him asking her where she was headed. She grasped the luggage in her petite arms and began on her way again.
"Just thought I'd ask what all of this was about, can I help you with some of it?" she questioned, a small grin pulling at the corners of his lips that she couldn't return, but saw it coming and purposefully kept her eyes off of him. He knew well better than to ask Morgan that question, he knew she wouldn't let him help her with any of it, she was a proud independent woman.
"No thanks Will, I've got them." She replied harshly, though still in her softest voice she started across the docks, wanting to get there before he could attempt the question and proceed to change her mind. Will's confusion was more like a hurt, he knew she was keeping something from him, but his curiosity got the best of him.
"What are all the bags for?" he asked, still following her along the docks. "Are you going somewhere?" The Question, the one she dreaded had surfaced on his beautiful lips. As much as he hesitated in asking, he was intent at knowing her own agenda. He cold see that she wasn't in the mood for talking, but didn't take back the question, jus let it lay out on the table, bared for all to see, even though it was just hi and Morgan. She stopped by a ship named the Blue Horizon and he thought he recognized the ship's name, but she dropped her luggage there and turned to face him.
"Yes Will, I'm going...I'm going, away." Was all she could muster to say as her eyes met his in a distant embrace and she longed to be in his arms. It was also the only answer she could give him, but the look in his soft brown eyes, almost made her change her plans in that instant. A wave of regret for her departure spread through her like a shot of liquor, warming her like a hot bath, but it hit her, this was the reason she wanted to get away.
"Is there some reason you won't tell me where you're going, is it a trip?" he questioned, and then pausing for an instance, his face distorting as her furrowed his brow. "Is this because of Elizabeth and me?...Because-" Morgan cut him off; she didn't want him to scold her for missing the wedding.
"I can't tell you where because I don't even know myself, and yes Will..." she said reluctantly. "This is because of you and Elizabeth, partially-"this time he was the one to cut in.
"Ok, but-"she cut him off again, not able to hear his words as her heart had skipped several beats with only those few sentences.
"Will..."s he said softly. "You knew I had feelings for you, I've told you many times but you continue to deny them. Your too occupied with Elizabeth to even see who I am and what I was telling you, no matter if I said it to your face or wrote it to you in words." Her voice was slightly raised as she went on, tears filling the creases of her bottom lids and he looked at her with such guilt that she began to regret raising her voice and scolding him for his blindness.
"I'm sorry." He said in a light and airy apologizing tone, softly grabbing her upper arms in his strong hands and running his hands down to her elbows, where he released them and grasped her hands in his own. "There's something I need to tell you Morgan, before you go, and it's important, something you need to know." He said it in a soft, loving tone and she could note the excitement in his voice as a smile once again began to pull at his lips. He reached his left hand out and wiped a tear from her cheek. Morgan could just imagine what he was about to say.
'I may love Elizabeth but you and I will always be the best of friends, I promise.' She didn't' want to be his friend if it meant that he was going to be married to Elizabeth, while she was left to watch their happiness grow and develop until they had a family of their own, or it led to her untimely death. She was sure he was going to try and make her stay, but she didn't want to hear any of it from the strong, Beautiful lips she'd longed to kiss for so long. Just then, as she stared across at him, a man interrupted by coming down the ramp off of the ship.
"Miss," both Morgan and Will turned to see a short bald man in a navy uniform standing beside them. "I'm sorry, but we have to be heading on our way if we want to make it to our destination before nightfall tomorrow." He pointed high into the sky and Morgan noticed how fast the sun was closing in on noon, the morning sky slowly seeping away into the afternoon.
"Yes, I'm coming." She answered quickly, reaching down for her bags, but Will grasped her arm lightly, so as to get his point across, but not hurt her. Satisfied with her answer, the bald man stooped over and piled all but a couple of the bags into his arms. His hand slipped from her arm and she again tried to reach down for the rest of her bags.
"Morgan!" Will said in a very agitated tone, grasping her arm again to stop her. She turned to face him.
"Will, whatever you have to say is just going to make this situation even worse." She paused and he took the opportunity to cut in.
"But-" but before he could finish, she cut him off a final time.
"Please..." she pleaded with tears beginning to streak down her cheeks. "Just let me go and don't come after me." in a fleeting motion she cupped her hands around his face and pulled herself into him, kissing him very passionately and allowing all of her feelings to go into that kiss, the hurt, the anger, the love and most of all, the feeling of desperation.
When she pulled away, he stood as though stunned and glued to the spot, she grabbed her bags quickly, putting her fingers to her lips with her free hand and carried herself gracefully onto the ship. She didn't dare look back at him as the ship quickly pulled out of port.
"Morgan!!!"He yelled out as he realized his fault, following the ship along the docks and looking up at her, she dared now to turn, but didn't speak, just let her tears do the talking. He couldn't believe himself, that he could let her go that easily. "Shit!!!" he muttered, running his fingers through his hair as he watched the sails move farther into the horizon. "How stupid can I be? He asked himself under his breath, placing his hands upon his forehead in disbelief. "How could I just let her go like that?" he shook his head. "Why didn't I tell her, why did I let her go without telling her sooner? I've got to do something." He spun around quickly and headed back towards the blacksmiths shop at a run
Morgan watched Will from the side of the ship with tears again, the only emotion surfaced on her mind, everything that had just happened was whirling through her mind. Then remembering his words, Morgan wondered what he might've wanted to tell her, it seemed urgent.
'There's something I need to tell you...something you really need to know.' The vividness of the words captivated in her thoughts scared her, thinking about the possibilities. Her heart started to beat faster as the thought that he could've been trying to tell her he loved her and not Elizabeth, but all was lost as she watched him run up along the street towards the blacksmith shop, or farther up the same road, his beloved Elizabeth's house.
Morgan too spun around, but on different pretences, what could possibly have made her think he loved her?
She rushed quickly into the captain's quarters and found herself enveloped with resentment for young William Turner.
Likey? I hope you did, like the changes I mean, if you have a problem with the name I chose, let me know and I'll change it to something else, somehow it just doesn't fit.
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MorganS.