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Chapter Four – Calculations
The sun rose early in Port Royal. The glorious light streamed through the windows of Stella's compartment. The room looked less tedious in the morning. However not everyone appreciated the suns warmth.
Stella slowly opened her eyes groggily. Upon noticing the light that shined in her room, her eyes snapped opened. Hastily getting out of bed she cursed.
"Stupid sunlight" she muttered under her breath. She walked towards the window.
"Why are you so bloody sunny today?" she shouted. Sometime during her ranting and raving about the sunlight, someone had entered her room.
"Talking to yourself is a sure sign of madness you know," said the mysterious figure. Stella turned around to look at him.
He was leaning unconcernedly against her door with a smirk plastered to his face. His golden hair was neat. He looked quite attractive when he cleaned up. Although some times he could really anger her with his uncaring manner, because they often had plenty to worry about.
"Shut up you insufferable pig" she stated with annoyance.
He put his hand on his chest right above his heart. "I'm hurt Stella, really I am. How could you address me like that, your own brother." He said in mock hurt. Stella smiled despite herself.
He looked around the room and asked, "Where is that delightful little frock I gave you." Thinking back to the dress, Stella's lip curled up in disgust.
"That horrible thing, I burned it" She loved to annoy Allen, and that's exactly what she did.
Allen shook his head. "Really Stella, do try and blend in, women here are far more graceful than you are. Do you think you can manage to be like them until the plan is completed" Allen asked her while tossing her a new gown to wear and turned to make his exit.
"Where are you going?" she asked him. A wicked smile appeared on his face. "I'm going to see my fair lady". Though he spoke very vaguely, Stella knew just exactly whom it was that he was referring to.
"Do me a favor and drown her in a river will you?" she said with malice dripping from every syllable she uttered. Allen chuckled and exposed his malevolent smile. Allen had fun with the very idea in his head, while even the thought of her sickened Stella.
"Patience Stella, it's what you lack, the plan will come together perfectly, all we need is patience," he told her. And with that he made his exit.
"At least trip her for me" she called loudly in hopes that her brother would hear her, and indeed he did. He smiled at the thought and continued on his way.
Else where, Elizabeth rose from a pleasant dream in her massively large bedchamber. Estrella a maid who tended to her every need had already begun preparing Elizabeth's garbs for the day.
"Good Morning Miss Swann" Estrella said as Elizabeth emerge from under the covers and made her way towards the window, it had a great view of the entire Port, and as she bent to open the window she was bombarded with a spray of the fresh ocean breeze that she had grown to love.
"Good Morning, Estrella" she turned to the maid and returned a polite gesture.
" So what is it that you planed for today?" Estrella said laying out a beautiful blue dress with a huge skirt, Elizabeth twitched at the idea of wearing such a dress, but as not to offend the kind maid she just smiled.
"Nothing in particular" she said, especially if I have to wear that hideous thing, she thought to herself. The fake smile she wore slowly faded as Elizabeth exited for the lavatory.
After breakfast with the Commodore and Governor Swann, Elizabeth was eager to leave the extravagant mansion and her home. With a satisfied appetite and an extensive and luminous blue gown, she made her way to the stables situated beautifully near the back of the mansion.
When the coast was clear she cautiously untied a magnificent stallion, threw her body along with her unusually heavy gown onto the horse's back, and swiftly rode off. Avidly she watched from the corner of her eye as the mansion became smaller until it was no longer in her sight.
As riding a horse bare back was far from a lady like thing to do, she was careful about being recognized as she rode to the outskirts of town. At last she reached her destination, the home of blacksmith William Turner. It was a modest home and just in Will's humble price range, mostly because of its location. Located just outside of the Port, Elizabeth soon found Will's home to be a safe haven, she loved it there because she knew she was respected and wanted, not for her last name, but for who she was as a person.
After her fairly long and tedious ride, Elizabeth was fervent to get off the horse and into the arms of the man she loved. Once she tied the stallion to a near by post that stood just outside Young William Tuner's home, Elizabeth knocked softly upon the noticeably ageing wooden door. She waited patiently but her knocking went unanswered, so she tap against the door louder this time, as she mumbled beneath her breath.
"Wake up you bloody fool, Elizabeth Swann waits for no one." yelled joking in hopes that he would hear. As she was speaking, a brilliant but somewhat outrageous idea struck her.
The tall oak tree standing a few meters to her right caught her eye. Slowly she found herself moving towards it, she noticed it was situated almost directly in front of Will's bedroom. With a sudden breath she pulled up her massive skirt and began to climb the tree. Elizabeth couldn't believe what she was doing, she couldn't remember the last time she climbed a tree, it must have been as a child back in England, and yet it seemed so natural to her. She was half way to the top when she looked down at the grass some meters below her.
"I can't…I could never…I really shouldn't be doing this." She thought allowed hoping that the imprudent idea would pass, that she would come to her senses and climb back down the tree. But then again, the thought of her, a woman climbing a tree in a dress was so farfetched, she was rather proud of herself, the rebellious feeling encouraged her to climb further up the tree. Finally she was able to position herself comfortably upon a sturdy branch.
Elizabeth could see right into Will's second story bedroom window. Her eyes were fixed on the handsome blacksmith, as he lay motionless in bed, the summer breeze entered his room from the open window and gently rustled against his dark hair, he was truly a peaceful sleeper. But this wouldn't be for long, not if Elizabeth had her way, and that she did!
"Ouch…bloody 'ell!" Will thought to himself as a sharp object fierily hit his lethargic body. He was barely able to open his groggy eyes when he noticed a pinecone lying in the middle of his surprisingly neat bedroom.
"What the…" he mumbled to himself but was interrupted mid-sentence, as another pinecone battered him harder and this time in the head. "Why does this keep happening today?" he yelled vulgarly, Will looked around his room in a wearily dazed state, when suddenly something at the window caught his attention.
His bare chested body moved closer to the object. He reached the window, rested his arms against the windowpane and winced his eyes, for a better view. A large mass of cloth was positioned between the nook of two branches. For the life of him, he couldn't figure out why a large piece of cloth was on the tree. And why was he being hit with sharp object…even more bizarre was that just maybe that massive piece of blue material had something to do with him being hit.
As his eyes began to adjust to the daylight, he realized that something was coming out of that that thing on the branch, and it looked like a head. If he was able to scream he would have, but at the moment his voice seemed to have magically disappeared. Will looked a bit harder when he realized who sat beneath the garbs. Elizabeth sat upon the branches of the oak tree, malevolently glaring her pearly white teeth.
"Why Elizabeth? Why?" Will asked annoyed.
"William Turner, it's a bright and sunny day, get out of bed and open the door! A real gentleman would never keep a lady waiting. " She said quirking and eyebrow.
"Than clearly I'm no gentleman!" Will announced just before he made his way back to bed, but before he could plop his clearly defined body down as he had intended, he was struck in the back with yet another pinecone.
"Grrr…Elizabeth." he muttered gritting his teeth in an infuriated stated, then exiting the room and made his way down the steps.
Will opened the door to Elizabeth's genuinely warm smile, how Elizabeth beat him to the door? God only knows, but Will was already aware that she was capable of many things, and never really bothered to question that.
"Good morning, sleepy head" Elizabeth said entering the neatly kept home.
"Morning Love", Will replied charmingly, as he could never stay mad at her for long, well at leased not as long as she looked like that.
"So what's on the agenda for today, Mr. Turner" Elizabeth asked mockingly while plopping herself down on Will's diminutive living room sofa.
"Well, I'm thinking I'll start by commandeering a ship, than pick up a crew in Tortuga, raid, pillage, plunder and otherwise pilfer my weasely black guts out, you know the usual." Elizabeth smiled at Will's absurdity.
Will smiled triumphantly. He knew he got Elizabeth this time; she wouldn't be able to come back at him with a witty comment. Elizabeth however started moving closer to Will. He looked up at her suspiciously.
"What are you doing?" he asked. She had an odd gleam in her eyes. He didn't like it at all. Usually when she got that look in her eyes it meant that trouble laid ahead. Once she had suggested that they go out on a boat and just relax, and unfortunately the boat happened to tip over. Causing them both to be wet and soaking. Elizabeth thought the situation was funny, Will however did not. Having wet clothing stuck on to you was not one of his favorite pastimes.
"I think it's a wonderful idea" stated Elizabeth.
Will looked at her in confusion. "What's a wonderful idea?"
"Commandeering a ship, than picking up a crew in Tortuga, raid, pillage, plunder and otherwise pilfer my weasely black guts out" said Elizabeth.
The look of horror grew on Will's face with each word Elizabeth uttered.
"Or maybe we could just let tired and extremely sleepy Will go back to bed" he looked at her with hope written all over his face. How could she refuse him?
"Alright, alright go to sleep" Elizabeth looked at Will and felt sorry for him. Plus she was quite tired from that long ride here.
Both of them looked around hesitantly. It was an awkward moment. "Uhh…why don't you take the bed Elizabeth, I'll sleep on the floor". Elizabeth thought it over, but really it seemed unnecessary.
"Nonsense Will, we're both mature adults, I'm sure we're both capable to handle ourselves" she wasn't sure how Will was going to take it, but she hoped he wouldn't think she was to forward.
They both hesitantly climbed into the bed. Elizabeth blushed like ripe tomato. Will was looking frantically around the room for some sort of barrier. Ah ha. He found a spare pillow and placed it between their bodies, so she wouldn't think he was getting to touchy. Soon they began to drift of into a peaceful sleep.
He woke up with limbs entangled with his own. OH NO! he thought. There's a thief in my room and their sleeping beside me. He decided to make a surprise attack on them. So he shouted. "AHHHHH" and jumped on them.
Elizabeth, taken by complete surprise screamed in horror. "Will, what the devil are you doing." She shrieked
"Elizabeth, I'm sorry I completely forgot that you were here with me, I told you not to wake me up early, it causes me to do strange things," he cried frantically.
Giggling in amusement, Elizabeth got up and began to make the bed.
"That's alright Mr. Turner, I shall forgive you this time, but don't think I'll be so forgiving the next".
"Thank you my lady" he took an exaggerated bow and kissed her hand.
They decided to go and get some lunch since it was already too late to get breakfast. They chose a nice little restaurant. Well they really had no choice but to go there because it was the only place to get food. The town was extremely small and it was the only restaurant. But the food was good, so no one really complained, expect the occasional mad drunkard.
They were seated next to an open window, as Will put down his menu, he thought he saw a shadow pass by. Briefly he focused his attention out the window but dismissed it as his imagination, and concentrated back on the menu.
(A/N: Many mysterious thing seem to be happening in the lives of Will and Elizabeth, when will they realize it? When will the secrets reveal themselves? WHEN? Wait and see, but in the mean time please review. Reviews make us happy. Thanks from B-Gail and Hali….oh and by the way chapter 5 is coming really quick this time. )