(A/N) ENJOY!
DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN POTC!
Elizabeth walked up an alley, keeping her face from the distinguished faces of the street she and her parents used to live on when she was younger. Elizabeth looked upon a house she knew quite well, and hoped he still lived there.
She looked at herself, hardly acceptable in most societies standards. Elizabeth reached in her pockets, and saw she could afford a well made dress.
She backtracked her steps and found a dress shop and walked in. The woman that looked to be in charge looked at Elizabeth warily.
"Can I help you?" The woman said with an upturned nose.
"Please, I need a dress…"
"Well, we are a fine establishment miss…you need money…"
"I realize that. I have appropriate funds, so please, show me some dresses." The woman reluctantly took Elizabeth to the back of the shop.
"If you don't mind me asking, why are you dressed like that?" The woman asked as she started to pull dresses off the racks.
"I work for a trading company. Fine dresses do not make much sense on the seas."
"How did you come upon the funds?"
"A wealthy aunt of mine died, she always wanted me to have a beautiful dress. She gave me her life savings so I could do just that." Elizabeth said, even letting a tear fall, though it wasn't hard, she was thinking about her father, and what Will had done to him.
"Oh I am sorry. I think I can help you." The woman then flashed Elizabeth a smile. "How about this one?"
Red. The dress was a dark red…like the one on Barbossa's ship. "No. How about something a bit brighter?" The woman nodded and showed Elizabeth a lovely golden dress. "Perfect." Elizabeth smiled.
"Can I help you dress? I mean clean you up a bit." Elizabeth looked down at herself.
"I have only the money I have." Elizabeth shrugged.
"I lost a dear aunt of mine a few months ago…she was very supportive of me. You may pay for the dress, but I would love to help with your hair an such. I live just upstairs." The woman pointed to the ceiling.
"Thank you." Elizabeth said with a nod.
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When Elizabeth emerged from the shop, she looked entirely different. Her hair was cleaned and curled, her hair so long now, fell to her waist. The woman had dressed her in a chemise, garters, and the beautiful dress she wore. Elizabeth felt like the Governor's daughter, not the pirate she had become.
Elizabeth took a deep breath and began walking up the privileged street. She remembered all of the privileged homes, and their occupants, mostly politicians, the occasional opera singer, who could afford a home in this part of London. She was going to see an old friend of hers, one she kept in close contact with even when she moved to Port Royal. Timothy, was a man now, but the last time she heard from him, was almost two years ago, surely he would have heard of her death, and nearly faint at the sight of her, but she was hoping he wouldn't recognize her, that it would give her a chance to tell him how she lived.
She walked up to the enormous building, knowing every square inch of it, because her and Tim used to play hide and seek all throughout the house. She knocked on the door.
"Can I help you Miss?" A butler asked.
"Yes is there a Timothy Daulton here."
"Yes. May I ask who you are?"
"I'm an old friend, we haven't seen each other in years." Elizabeth then smiled. "Tell him Lizzy is here." The butler nodded and lead her into the foyer, while she waited.
A young man strode down the stairs. He was tall, muscular, and handsome, with blonde hair, and green eyes. "Who are you?" He asked as he walked up to her…studying her.
"I told you."
"Lizzy died a year ago. Now tell me the truth. Who the hell are you, and why are you bothering me? Her death was difficult to take, why?"
"Tim, it's me Elizabeth. I didn't die."
"Please."
"No, it's Elizabeth. I could tell you your favorite hiding spot in the house…I could show you." Elizabeth grabbed his hand and started leading him to the kitchen. She walked to the trapped door in the wall. The servant would use it to bring things that were too heavy to carry, the slot would open and they would pull a cord, and the levy would pull it up. "You used to hide in here from me. I wasn't tall enough to reach you, so you would pull yourself up…I never made it up the stairs fast enough to catch you climbing out." Elizabeth then looked at his stunned expression.
"You died…it was news all over the Caribbean…all over London."
"No. I am here." Elizabeth took his hand.
"Lizzy, I thought…we should talk in my study…the walls have ears…" Tim then took her hand and walked her to the study, his father's old study.
"Now, tell me everything." Tim said as he took a seat. Elizabeth took a deep breath and told him every single detail of what had happened…even about Will.
"Elizabeth I had no idea…I am so sorry. I mean I heard of your father's death, but for him to die by the blade of the man you love…" He then paused for several seconds. "What are you going to do?"
"I don't know. I love Will…but he killed my father! There is just no forgiving it!" Elizabeth was frustrated and frightened. "That's why I came to you…you're a friend, a friend I can trust."
"Elizabeth, I don't know what to tell you." He then looked in her eyes. "This is up to you, but I would hear this Will out." He then smiled at her. "I am glad you still consider me a friend."
"You have always been." Elizabeth then glanced out the window. "It's already dark…I should be going back…"
"You don't have too. I could have a room made up for you." He then held out his hand. "It will give you time to think, time for him to think…"
Elizabeth thought for a while, she truly wasn't interested in seeing or speaking to Will at this moment. "Alright, thank you."
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"It's nearly three o'clock in the bloody morning! Where is she?" Will said as he paced Jack's cabin.
"Did you honestly think she would come back tonight?" Jack said with a raised brow.
"No…but I'm still worried."
"Of course, but still, did you ever think that maybe she would never come back?" Jack asked with a curious look upon his face.
"No, she'll come back…right?" Jack just shrugged his shoulders. Jack knew Elizabeth was incredibly sad and angry, and if she didn't come back, it wouldn't surprise him…nor would he blame her. It would take a strong woman to forgive Will, and Elizabeth was that woman, however, Will killed her father, and usually that would mean certain death for Mister Turner if it were anyone else but Elizabeth.
"Will, I suggest you get some rest, I'll stay up the rest of the night in case she returns." Will nodded and walked out of Jack's cabin.
Will hated himself, he hated the fact that Elizabeth hated him…they were so close to getting back to their lives, the way they should have been. Will cursed himself as he sat down on his bed…slowly he drifted off into a deep sleep, dreaming of Elizabeth.
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Elizabeth woke with a pounding headache. It was still dark outside, and she knew that sooner or later she would have to return to the Pearl to check in.
Her eyes hurt from the crying, her body ached from the tremendous blow she took yesterday. How could Will do it? She didn't think him a cold hearted killer…but then again was she any better? No, she wasn't, but she hadn't murdered one of Will's parents.
Elizabeth tossed the covers over her and stepped onto the terrace. She inhaled the cool air and closed her eyes. What Will had done…was it even forgivable? Had she had the strong feelings for her father…did she even love her father? She knew she cared…no…her father controlled her, tried to marry her off to Louis, her father didn't love her, she was a possession, a bargaining chip, nothing more.
Elizabeth shoulder's slumped, had her reaction been too harsh? No, she was sure of that, but the reasons she had behind it were too much, perhaps she was more angry that her father never truly cared about her. And there was Will, he loved her no matter what…he always cared about her. She had to get back to the Pearl.
(A/N) Well…you put the pieces together…one more chapter!
