Disclaimer: I MAY NOT OWN IT NOW, But one day I'll seduce a really old rich guy, marry him, steal all his money and buy POTC from Disney.MUAHAHAHAHA (glares malevolently)

Chapter 2: It All Falls Down

It was now late into the night and Will abandoned the idea of visiting Elizabeth. His arms still pummeling away at the sword, the mallet however became heavier with each strike. A few minutes later Will polished the sword and handed it over to Stella, he knew it was not his best work but he was too exhausted to put his best into anything at this point.

"Thank you so much, it's very important to me that this sword was fixed immediately," She flashed him a marvelous smile, a smile that reminded Will of Elizabeth's, when she herself was up to no good.

Stella paused a moment to acknowledge the now beautified sword, as she did so Will's fatigue was distracted by her stunning features that looked flawless upon her face. She was quiet a sight. Her striking white teeth were perfectly symmetrical, producing a breathtaking smile. Her hair was slightly untidy due to the evening's breeze. Nevertheless she had gorgeous auburn tresses that sat beautifully on her shoulder in curls. Her skin was slightly tanned, giving her a look of mystery and edge. Her eyes were mesmerizing. One would think she was the daughter of Aphrodite. As he was still tentative to her magnificent features, her words snapped him out of his trance.

"I didn't catch your name," she said.

"My…name… uhh" he stuttered, he could almost feel the color rising in his cheeks. For the life of him he couldn't figure out what it was about this lady that made him so nervous at a loss of words.

Stella giggled lightly and smiled comfortingly at him. "Everyone's got a name, even you I'm sure".

Embarrassed, the flushing in his skin grew stronger with each moments pass.

"Right, how terribly rude of me, my name's William Turner, Will for short".

She turned around to face the window. "You've done a wonderful job on this sword," she said while holding it up and looking at it with admiration.

Now he was sure she was lying, for he hadn't really put his best effort in it at all.

As Stella further studied the sword a figure passing by the window and caught her attention from the corner of her eye. They seemed to be heading for the blacksmith shop. She wasn't sure of whom it was, but from the appearance and the description that she had received from others, her assumption about the identity became undeniable. It was time she got started on the preparations.

Turning around quickly Stella stepped and tripped over her dress thus falling directly on top of Will.

Stella let out a shriek and finally a "thump".

"Oh my goodness are you alright?" a look of concerned overtook her slender face. She continued to stay on top of him until he proceeded to answer her question.

Will felt like the wind had been knocked out of him. Stella may have looked like a fragile lady, but as she lay atop of him, he soon discovered that looks really could be deceiving.

"I think I will be, given the opportunity to recover," he said, as his sore body lay motionless beneath hers

"Oh, how foolish of me, here you are in pain and I'm still on top of you" she replied while giggling.

Stella, flushing with humiliation slowly began to pry her body off Will's when the screeching of the dilapidated door rang scarcely in his ears; he sincerely hoped that this unfortunate situation would not be misread.

Will's prayers went unanswered when there standing at the door was none other than Elizabeth Swann. A mortified and betrayed expression set into her features. These very same features soon morphed into an expression displaying anger and fury, one Will had never seen before.

"William Turner, what is the meaning of this"?

(A/N: Ohhh, CLIFFY… Chappy 3 is dedicated to fluff fans. So if you like fluff, chapter 3 is soo dedicated to you. Keep reading and the plot will soon be revealed. PLZ R&R, it would mean a lot to me and Hali…thanks a million)