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A/N: I don't get a lot of reviews for this story... should I take it down? Thanks to those who have reviewed... let me know what you think!
'What is HE doing here?' she thought desperately. 'Oh wait...' she sighed remembering the gossip. 'Dumb ass.'
She watched as the two men fought for several tense minutes. At one point they ended up in the old, wooden rafters, and then Will cornered Jack near the forge. 'He looks scared,' Brigid thought without moving to help him. She could practically see the wheels turning in Jack's head. 'Don't do anything stupid,' she begged silently. Too late.
Jack grabbed a bag near the fire, and it blew dirt and dust into Will's face. He made to escape, but Will managed to get in his way again. The redcoats were coming.
"Move," the pirate demanded.
"No!" Will replied with a shake of his head.
"Please move!" Jack pleaded
"I cannot just stand aside and let you escape."
Jack cocked the gun in his hand and pointed it at Will. Brigid moved to help him, panic fluttering in her breast. She stopped when she noticed Brown was awake and moving towards Jack.
"This shot is not meant for you," Jack warned. Will looked confused and Brigid froze at those words. Brown took his chance and smashed the whisky bottle he was holding down onto Jack's head.
Norrigton, and all his pompous, stupid men, came bursting into the smithy. Brigid snuck from her hiding place to stand slightly behind Will. She watched as they dragged the unconscious pirate out the door. Will was standing frozen, still confused by what the pirate had said. Brown noticed Brigid then, and quietly withdrew after the soldiers.
"You're a mess Will," she laughed quietly. "Come with me. I'll help you get cleaned up."
He followed her obediently to the back room. She dipped a cloth into a pail full of water, and started to wipe off his face. Her hair had come loose when she had climbed up onto the roof. Wisps of black silk were drifting around her face, and her violet eyes were filled with laughter, but underneath that, Will could sense his friend was worried. He brushed the hair from her face, and for a moment forgot everything. Everything faded except her face, which he noticed, was more beautiful than even Elizabeth's. She kept cleaning away the dirt while Will stared at her. She was trying really hard not to blush at the constant feeling of his hand against her face. 'Why doesn't he just lower his hand already?' she thought, inwardly happy that he was touching her, but confused as to why.
"Well, your face is as clean as I can get it," she whispered, unsure and uncomfortable under Will's steady gaze. "Give me your clothes and I'll wash them while you get cleaned up."
Her voice, and the discomfort in it, broke Will out of his little trance. He nodded and stripped down to his loincloth. He handed his clothes to Brigid. He wasn't really embarrassed because she'd seen everything before when they'd gone swimming as kids. She took his clothes, turned her back to him, and walked out the door, blushing from hairline to chin. "Sure I've seen everything, but not for a long time... My god he's grown quite a bit... I'm very confused..." she mumbled miserably under her breath.
She took his clothes out to the wash bin in the smithy yard, and started diligently scrubbing the dust out of them. She had just finished cleaning the last of the garments when she noticed the wind's direction had changed. It was the kind of wind Bootstrap had called the curse wind; it meant one of the coins had been found. For it to be blowing like that meant the ship was heading west. 'Oh no,' Brigid paled. 'Please, no. Not here, don't come here.' The wind didn't listen to her silent prayer.
She ran into the smithy, hung up Will's clothes near the fire, and ran out the front door. She grabbed her parcels and shoes, and then headed at top speed for the Governor's mansion. She had many things to do before the wind would stop blowing. She didn't have much time. The Pearl was coming.
A/N: I don't get a lot of reviews for this story... should I take it down? Thanks to those who have reviewed... let me know what you think!
'What is HE doing here?' she thought desperately. 'Oh wait...' she sighed remembering the gossip. 'Dumb ass.'
She watched as the two men fought for several tense minutes. At one point they ended up in the old, wooden rafters, and then Will cornered Jack near the forge. 'He looks scared,' Brigid thought without moving to help him. She could practically see the wheels turning in Jack's head. 'Don't do anything stupid,' she begged silently. Too late.
Jack grabbed a bag near the fire, and it blew dirt and dust into Will's face. He made to escape, but Will managed to get in his way again. The redcoats were coming.
"Move," the pirate demanded.
"No!" Will replied with a shake of his head.
"Please move!" Jack pleaded
"I cannot just stand aside and let you escape."
Jack cocked the gun in his hand and pointed it at Will. Brigid moved to help him, panic fluttering in her breast. She stopped when she noticed Brown was awake and moving towards Jack.
"This shot is not meant for you," Jack warned. Will looked confused and Brigid froze at those words. Brown took his chance and smashed the whisky bottle he was holding down onto Jack's head.
Norrigton, and all his pompous, stupid men, came bursting into the smithy. Brigid snuck from her hiding place to stand slightly behind Will. She watched as they dragged the unconscious pirate out the door. Will was standing frozen, still confused by what the pirate had said. Brown noticed Brigid then, and quietly withdrew after the soldiers.
"You're a mess Will," she laughed quietly. "Come with me. I'll help you get cleaned up."
He followed her obediently to the back room. She dipped a cloth into a pail full of water, and started to wipe off his face. Her hair had come loose when she had climbed up onto the roof. Wisps of black silk were drifting around her face, and her violet eyes were filled with laughter, but underneath that, Will could sense his friend was worried. He brushed the hair from her face, and for a moment forgot everything. Everything faded except her face, which he noticed, was more beautiful than even Elizabeth's. She kept cleaning away the dirt while Will stared at her. She was trying really hard not to blush at the constant feeling of his hand against her face. 'Why doesn't he just lower his hand already?' she thought, inwardly happy that he was touching her, but confused as to why.
"Well, your face is as clean as I can get it," she whispered, unsure and uncomfortable under Will's steady gaze. "Give me your clothes and I'll wash them while you get cleaned up."
Her voice, and the discomfort in it, broke Will out of his little trance. He nodded and stripped down to his loincloth. He handed his clothes to Brigid. He wasn't really embarrassed because she'd seen everything before when they'd gone swimming as kids. She took his clothes, turned her back to him, and walked out the door, blushing from hairline to chin. "Sure I've seen everything, but not for a long time... My god he's grown quite a bit... I'm very confused..." she mumbled miserably under her breath.
She took his clothes out to the wash bin in the smithy yard, and started diligently scrubbing the dust out of them. She had just finished cleaning the last of the garments when she noticed the wind's direction had changed. It was the kind of wind Bootstrap had called the curse wind; it meant one of the coins had been found. For it to be blowing like that meant the ship was heading west. 'Oh no,' Brigid paled. 'Please, no. Not here, don't come here.' The wind didn't listen to her silent prayer.
She ran into the smithy, hung up Will's clothes near the fire, and ran out the front door. She grabbed her parcels and shoes, and then headed at top speed for the Governor's mansion. She had many things to do before the wind would stop blowing. She didn't have much time. The Pearl was coming.