Preface: First off, I am a huge "Highway to Heaven" fan and strive on double entendre. Secondly, I've tried as hard as I could to incorporate the idea the challenger have given me but it is not exact without being too verbose. I wanted emphasis on 1) Will's name and different definitions of it. 2) To signify his three most prominent traits that are often ignored, intermingled, or simplified into him just being an "earnest" simpleton. Basically I took the line that most inspired me "My pirate, my blacksmith, my Will" and went with that. Your reviews fuel my passion for writing so please, keep them coming.

My Will

Drabble Inspiration: Shy Pirate Lass

Elizabeth's POV

There is meaning beyond what we see in some words. Some words reflect in the mirror of our objective. It is true what they say, 'you only see what you want to see.'

The man

Its so easy to love someone and promise them love for all your life. Death, on the other hand is a matter all its own. Perhaps thats why they say "till death do us part." The perishing thought disgruntled me. What of the stories of undying love? Is it all so futile? Conciousness of grim disdain awakened my need to see Will. The only man that can keep me astute to daily routines and sanity. I pondered opening the door to the blacksmith's somberly without making a noise, not wanting to disturb the engrossed blacksmith slouched over a piece of metal.

The blacksmith

The smithy was dark as ever much appeasing the bleakness of my mood. The fire reinventing itself in a peaceful pyre like a phoenix. A distinct smell of precipitation, fire, and earth weaving in the gloom of realism. Then there was the sight of him resolute in his artistry.

I observed his determined form that would stop at nothing that his will-power won't forsake. Who better to know will-power than a certain blacksmith. Keeping tactfully the feelings he knew his status wouldn't allow. Earnest, wasn't the word for him you see, he was just afraid he'd never be able to provide to me what I desire. Unbeknowest to my desire that was him.

However improper it was to desire him it had never failed to retrieve a smile but today, it wouldn't grace my lips. Today my father had made me sign his last testament giving me rights to all his fortunes. A testament or will so simple a word with such high stakes of commitment, bringing comfort to my father for ensuring us financially all it had brought me was questions of mortality. Though my father, politician personified had reminded me that if it wasn't for death time and consequences would lose meaning.

Clang.

The pirate

The noise brought me back to the passionate pirate, striking away for all he was worth. "I should have told you from the moment I met you, I love you," he had said. His proclamation of love coming at the realization of death. Uncertainty of life as it seemingly hung a balance between the ultimate price for his loyalties to Sparrow and guilt. At that moment, he had proved himself to be the rebel I romantically fantasized about. A man who wasn't afraid to voice his conscience heedless to cost. A man who was not afraid to be rejected at the price of leaving a love, unrequited. A man who's name I now shall acquire.

Perhaps the ultimate of death warranted life, granting courage for the moments that live beyond us. Maybe thats life. Maybe thats love. The smile had found its way back to me as I slowly crossed the room to cover my lover's eyes teasingly. His lips curved amusedly.

"Hmm," his rough hands touched mine and he inquired in mock thoughtfulness, "is this the beautiful young lady that has been watching me work for the past ten minutes?"

"Will," I exclaimed, cheeks flushing as I swatted his arm in a very unladylike manner.

"Its alright, my love. I knew you'd come to me in due time," he cupped my cheek lovingly, lips lingering on mine as he breathed in my scent. I closed my eyes and let his lips caress mine with a fervor ambitious to our first kiss. Resounding my testament of love, accepting his every form. For life and yonder. My pirate. My blacksmith. My Will.

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Shy Pirate Lass: You've have made my day. That is the best compliment I've ever received! You know, I am on a mission to convert awesome writers like you into W/E shippers and take over the world and such. grins It is really unfortunate that people think they can write anything. I despise people covering up their jealousy/disdain for a "movie character" by killing them or making them out to seem like a whacko just because they can. Fan fiction is a realm of fantasy but when fragile egos refuse to comprehend their loss of credibility is when I feel sad for the desperate creatures.

I really don't mind challenges, I could write a J/A if you'd like. It might even be fun to venture into some variety for my singular track of mind. (I mostly write Orlando/Keira, Will/Liz) but people like you are fast changing my mind. :p Now please do not maroon me on rum island... on second thought...DO!

Zoey: Affirmative. It was a two tier drabble. Other than the second last line (which is pretty much Will identifying a possibility of it being a sword and him comparing his two passions -art and -liz) its either sword's or Elizabeth's POV. Depends on how you want to look at it. Of course every little tidbit gets followed by a scene to set the mood of what the young lovers would've felt in that particular instance. Thanks for your kind words and I wont! ;)

Williz: Genius? me? Nah, just learning. ;)

Mz-Turner: It is kind of confusing I suppose but I am glad you liked it. Thanks for reviewing.