A/N- Still need a beta reader. Um, yes this has not been read over by a beta reader. Please forgive me for any spelling/grammar mistakes. If you want to be my beta reader please email me.
"Damn pirate. Get away from here!" Marcs yelled but neither of the two seemed to be listening to him.
'A real pirate?' Anna stared him over. He was quite handsome as he boldly smiled. He hadn't seemed to be shy on any account.
"If I could be so bold, what is your name?" He slyly smiled as he kissed her soft hand.
"You could be so bold, but I will not tell you." She gave a smile back as she began to fill her basket with what she needed.
"Good." Marcs smiled.
"Well," He smirked, "If I guess it will ya tell me?"
She sweetly smiled, "If you wish." She paid Marcs then began to walk home, followed like a love sick puppy by Will.
"Elizabeth?" She shook her head "no."
"Mmm…Maria!" No again. He put his hand his chin and thought.
"Rose?" She laughed at him then shook her head "no."
He guessed over and over again, but still not right. He had to know her name. He had to get to know this woman. He had never felt this way before. Was he in love? No, he could fall in love, he thought. He is a pirate. He laughed at himself for agreeing with the old man at the market.
"I'm sorry, but I must go now for I am almost home." She smartly flirted with him.
"Please," He stopped her, taking her hands in his, "Lass, tell me ya name." He looked at her eye to eye.
Her face turned slightly pink as his brown eyes stared deep into her innocent eyes, "A-Anna." She barely stammered to get the words out.
"Ah, Anna…What a beautiful name…Would you please delight me with your company?" He bowed to her, taking off his hat as he did.
"I'm sorry, Will, but I cannot today." She smiled flirty like.
"Then tomorrow it is!" He smirked then walked off before she could stop him.
'Will, you devil…' She smiled as she watched him drunkenly walk off, shaking her head in amazement.
She opened the door sullenly to her England home, smelling the food in the kitchen. She smiled then ran up the stairs to her room. She threw herself in her room, shutting and locking the door quickly.
"William Turner…" She sighed as she sat on her bed and dinner dress. She then looked out the window, wondering what he was doing at this very moment.
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He staggered to the left as he walked down the stone street, 'Anna…' He smiled to himself as he thought about her. She was perfect in everyway to him. Perfect.
He lazily opened the door to the tavern, clumsily sitting down at the bar, "Whiskey." He barked out to the bartender, whom slid a tall glass of alcohol to him. He took a big gulp then sat it back down. He smiled as an overly make-uped woman flung herself beside him. He laughed as he began his night of plunder. All the while he could only think of Anna.
'Anna…'
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Anna sullenly walked the stairs to meet the man that would ask for her hand tonight. She smiled more brightly as she took each step. She had to at least pretend she was interested in the snobbish, rich, skinny man. Her eyes slowly wondered the room below until she saw the man stand beside her aunt. She waited for him to turn, to see his skinny face. She laughed to herself. What was he going to look like?
"Oh, Anna!" He aunt smiled flakily, as if she were glad to see her, "finally…" She mumbled to herself.
The young man turned to her, smiling, flashing his perfect white teeth. She stopped for a moment looking at him. He was quite handsome. His hair was brown, setting of his blue eyes. The muscles under his short flexed as he reached to help her down the stairs. She smiled as they looked at each other in the eyes.
"Nice to meet you, Anna." He smiled then introduced himself, "Thomas Jekins."
"Nice to meet you…" She slowly whispered out as she looked at him.
Her aunt looked greedily at them both. She then walked off, but you could hear her grunt. She walked into the large dinner room where her husband sat, thinking. She sighed for a moment.
"What are you thinking about, love?" Her shrill voice awoke him from his thought.
He hadn't even noticed her come in the room, but that was often the case when she came to him. He wasn't in love with her. They had married for family reason. He sighed then stood to his feet, "Nothing. Now, let was retrieve the two and begin our feast." He walked past her without showing as much as a hint of love.
Her uncle entered the room, watching the two for moment, "Hello, Thomas!" His voice boomed as he shook his hand.
"Thank you for inviting me, Ronald. You have a lovely," He paused and looked at Anna, causing her to giggle, "Home!" He saved himself then smiled.
"You have met my wife, Priscilla." Ronald glanced at his wife as she attached to his side. Her slimy smile appeared across her face.
"Shall we begin eating?" Anna quickly interrupted them all. She smiled as her uncle nodded.
They all walked into the dining room to begin their fancy dinner.
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"How could I, a pirate, be in love!" Will sat up against the back of the bed. He smirked as he looked over to the whore lying next to him, but some how it felt wrong.
He wanted, hell, he needed her. How could he need a woman?
He grunt as her began to put his clothes on, "I shoul' go visit her!" He smiled as he thought of her. He then stopped and thought about her, "No, I will have to wait for tomorrow…" He sighed as he got back in bed.
"Hello…" The whore slowly stirred, as if she were ready for another go.
"Get out…" Will coldly stared at her.
Her face became bitter. She moved across him, her naked body rubbed against him. He pushed her off of him. She rolled on the ground from his push then slowly picked herself up. She quickly dressed then left.
"Stupid whore…" Will added as he fell asleep.
A/N- Still need a beta reader.