"Will that was wonderful." Elizabeth said taking the last bite of her food.

"I guess it was alright." He said taking a sip of wine

"No really, you're a great cook." She said, sincerely impressed with is abilities.

They were sitting on a small dock near the outskirts of town where Will lived. They were eating on a small round table with candles around them and on the tabletop, not just for romance but lighting as well, because they were so far from 'downtown' Port Royale. The dock, which they were on, was small; Will had built it when he moved there about five years ago from the old tavern near the main dock. Will lived in a small shack/ house. It's not what you think of as a shack, but it wasn't what you would consider a house either. It had a quaint living room with a large fireplace. A small kitchen area and a bedroom the same size as the living room. All of the floors were hard wood, beaten smooth. He laid rugs down to keep the wood from being too cold. The walls were plaster with reinforced wood in the middle. The ceiling was plastered as well but on the roof, thatch was laid. Will also had a small barn with an old horse that he rarely rode except for when he needed to make a delivery.

Elizabeth shuddered against the cold wind that blew in form across the water.

"Do you want to come inside? It's getting colder out here." Will asked, leaning over the table to rubber her arm. Attempting to warm her up.

"Yes, I guess I could go in for a bit." She said not thinking of the time.

Liz stood up and Will stood with her. He took his jacket off and wrapped it around her shoulders. She smiled and wrapped her arms around herself to keep it on. As they walked up the brick path Will thought he should tell her a bout his low class home.

"I must warn you Elizabeth, my home is…poor, to put it mildly."

She softened even more and lightly touched the stubble on his chin.

"Will, I don't care what your house is like. I love you for you, and your heart."

He kissed her gently, his hand wandering back behind the jacket he had put on her moments before. Her hands caressed his chest, up to his neck and back behind his head. Running her fingers through his soft brown hair.

He pulled out of the kiss laughing.

"What is sooo funny, Mr. Turner?" she smiled and punched in playfully on his arm.

"We haven't even made it inside yet." He said, his laughs dying down.

He opened the front door to his living room.

The fireplace had a fire going and a blanket-like rug on the floor in front of it. A wicker chair next to a table sat to the right of the fireplace. An old warn sofa was near the front door- on the opposite side of the mantel. His house was by no means lavish but it was nice enough for him.

Elizabeth smiled warmly at the quaint scene before her. Warming to see how happy someone could be without all of the nicer things. Will followed behind her, hands in his pockets, trying to see her reaction to the house and furnature. She walked from the door to the mantel above the fireplace. She touched the trinkets lightly with her slender fingers.

"What are these things?" she asked never taking her eyes off of the objects.

Picking up a simple gold ring, he held it in his hand with such care one would think it was the most precious thing in the world.

"This was my mothers. It was her wedding band." He said smoothing his finger around the edges.

"She always told me that I should let go of the things that I loved the most." He said looking at her, his eyes shining in the firelight. Barely above a whisper he said slowly

" I never thought it would be her."

Elizabeth pulled him into her arms

"Its alright to cry, Will." She said, almost tearing up herself.

He had tried so hard in the past months to do the right thing and be the person that he thought she wanted, but all she really wanted was Will. She owed him everything, he happiness, her freedom, her life, and love. She thought she could never pay him back.

They pulled apart and Will dried his eyes then kissed her cheek.

"I love you." He said softly

"Oh Will, I love you too." She planted a sweet kiss on his lips.

They smiled, the looked back at the mantel.

"Are all these things your mothers?" she asked looking at the small picture frame, rag doll, and reading glasses.

"Yes" he said looking upon them sadly again.

"That doll was hers as a child. And that frame used to hold an oil painting of her, but it was ruined in the sinking." He smiled at her when he mentioned the wreck. Even though it was sad, that was how her met her.

"I am so sorry about your family, Will." She touched his face lightly.

"So am I. But I get a new one." He said grinning as he took her face in his rough hands as he began to kiss her slowly with growing passion.

They were stopped abruptly by thunder that shook the little house. Then the patting of rain outside

"Oh!" she said angrily.

"How am I supposed to get all the way back home in this? When I don't even have my carriage."

She walked over to the window looking outside as lightning struck the sky showing the downpour of water hitting the waterfront near Will's house.

Will stood near, looking at her beautiful figure. The water on the window cast an eerie shadow on her face and made her look like an angel.

He smiled to himself and took her hand. When he did this she turned to look at him.

"You could stay here." He said moving closer.

"Until it clears up, I mean." He looked down, embarrassed a little.

Elizabeth smiled, seeing how cute he looked when he turned red.