You Were Meant For Me
Author: Williz
Summary: Will/Elizabeth focus- It's just Will and Elizabeth in a big adventure in which they meet many times. OK...I'm bad at summaries. But my story is going to be really fun. I swear! Enjoy!
Disclaimer: I do not own Johnny Depp (or Jack Sparrow), Orlando Bloom (Will Turner), Keira Knightley (Elizabeth Swann), the commodore, the governor, and the rest of those guys in this that you recognize from the movie. Disney owns the movie, not me.
"Come back here, you whipper snapper! Thief! Thief!"
A teenage boy, age 16, sprinted as fast as he could through the clumps of people. He wore a defiant, yet soft and pleased look on his handsome face. His dark brown hair was tied back with a dirty, gray piece of cloth. A loaf of bread and two apples struck out of his vest pouch.
He turned to see if the man he stole it from was still on his trail. William Turner smiled mischievously at the absence of the store keeper behind him. Apparently, the fat old man had grown tired of the chase and aborted it.
Will regained his breath as he bit into an apple and walked nonchalantly ahead.
Tortuga was a rotten place indeed for a child, considering the many scarlet women and drunks who stumbled around looking for money. Pirates plagued these parts too. It was one of the few places in the Caribbean where a pirate could find services.
Will was used to it, though. He had lived there all his life. His mother was a scarlet woman herself, who had fallen in love with Will's father, a merchant who paid for her services one night.
flashback
"Charlotte, how 'bout a kiss for ol' Harry?" A man with a scraggly red beard was gripping the young woman around her stomach from behind.
"That's Miss Charlotte to you, ya brute!" She turned around and hit him across the face with her elbow, sending him to the floor. "Not without the money I'm sure you don't have." The pirates surrounding him laughed at the scorned man.
She stormed off to go flirt with another pirate-looking man who seemed to have funds enough for a night with her.
"Hello, handsome. How about a night with Charlotte? I don't cost but a couple shillings per hour," she cooed in his ear. The man turned to look at the young girl of twenty-two and saw that she was indeed beautiful, with light brown hair flowing down the back of her tight dress. Her eyes sparkled an emerald color and her skin was slightly tanned.
"Yes ma'am!" He grabbed her around the waist and started trying to kiss her. She grew annoyed at his persistence and hit him too, but this one had been stronger than the other. He didn't flinch.
"Leave me be! I get my money first!"
Charlotte had just started her little business of selling herself to men. She still had no idea what to do. She only sold herself about twice this week and felt horrible that she had to do it even that much. It was a horrible job, in her opinion. A disgusting, horrible job.
"Alright Jaders. Leave the lass alone. Ye've 'ad enough of that."
The man called Jaders lifted Charlotte easily off his lap and set her down roughly, causing her to fall right on her backside, emitting a grunt as she landed.
"Yes captain." He scowled in the direction of a young man with dark brown hair tied back. He was tall and looked to be about twenty or so years of age.
He was extremely handsome to Charlotte and she couldn't keep her eyes off of the lad. He bent to help her up and smiled, showing her his dark eyes and soft gaze.
"There ya are, miss..." He paused, waiting for her to tell him her name.
She was still in a state of shock as she looked into his eyes and became lost in them. She shook out of her state and smiled at him. Not a fake smile that she gave other men, and not a seductive smile that her customers received, but a genuine smile that showed her perfect dimples and teeth.
"Charlotte. My name is Charlotte." He smiled at her and was going to say something else when a boy started causing a raucous behind him.
"Hey Bill. What're you doin' with that pretty lady?" The boy stood to the young man's belt and was tugging at his shirt.
"Oh... Jack. Lad, we were just talking. I'm going to be back in awhile. Make sure the crew is kept in order. I'm giving you command for a while." With that, Bill Turner guided Charlotte up the stairs and into an empty room.
"Pardon me, sir... but what's your name?" She was still wondering what it was about this man that made her trust him more than she'd ever trusted anybody else in her life.
"William Turner. But you may call me Bill."
They sat for hours talking and getting along fine, when Bill took out some coins and shoved them at her.
"There. For your services. I thank you very much, Charlotte." She looked at him, extremely confused.
"No. That's the wrong amount of money for talking with me." He frowned at her.
"What? You need more? I haven't anymore with me..." She interrupted him by holding her hand up.
"You get more for what you pay for." She raised her eyebrow seductively and stepped up to the handsome man and kissed him. He caught what she was saying and proceeded with what he had paid for.
During their love-making, Charlotte noted that Bill was soft and caring, unlike any other man she'd been with. She wondered if she was in love with him. He was so incredibly handsome and kind and gentle and she felt like she could talk to him and he wouldn't force her into having intercourse right away. That was it... she loved him. This Bill Turner man was making her fall in love with him. More and more as time went on, her love increased.
What Charlotte didn't realize, was that Bill was in love with her too. He thought, "She's a scarlet woman. She won't remember me tomorrow. I'll just be another one of her customers."
They both reached their breaking points and withdrew from each other, still slightly overwhelmed. He touched her face and kissed her. "I love you," she said.
He was shocked that she had told him she loved him. How could a woman like her ever love him. But the shock wore off as he whispered something in her ear he could not control.
"I love you too."
end flashback
She had woken to find he had gone and couldn't find him the next day. Then she'd found she was pregnant. He came back a month later for her again and found that she was pregnant.
one month later
"Miss Charlotte, a man's here to see you," the bartender said. She wondered why he sounded so secretive and then he winked and she became worried at what he was getting at.
"Bill!" She sprinted up to him and hugged him fiercely. He was startled at first, because he hadn't expected such a greeting, but then he hugged her back, laughing at her eagerness.
"'ello Charlotte. How 'ave you been?" She grinned at him, showing him she was glad he had come back. Then she pulled back and eyed him with hurt.
"You just left me there and didn't say goodbye." He cupped her face with his hand and said in a gentle voice, "I had to, my crew was restless to get back to work and I couldn't wake you."
He looked her up and down for a moment and noticed something different about her. She noticed and smiled brightly.
"William, I'm with child." She was afraid that she'd done the wrong thing in telling him as his face took on an angry look.
"So you've been with other men since I've left, I gather," he said, trying to hide the hurt in his voice.
Charlotte recognized it immediately and put a hand to his face tenderly.
"I've been with no one since I met you, Bill." He looked at her as if saying, "Me?" and she looked back, nodding.
"I'm going to be a father?!" She nodded once more.
He whooped and pulled her into his arms and kissed her. "I'm going to be a daddy!"
She laughed at his happiness with relief but noticed with dread as he looked at her regretfully.
"What is it, William? What's the matter?" She looked into his eyes and noticed him trying to hide sadness.
"I can't be this boy's father. I can't." She was stunned. What was he saying?!
"Yes you can. You're a merchant, I understand and you'll be on voyages throughout our lives, but when you come back, we'll be a family." She looked up at him hopefully.
"It won't work. I'm not that kind of merchant." He started walking away from her. He loved her with all his heart, but that's why he was walking away. She had no idea how much trouble would follow her if they were a family.
"Marry me William! Marry me! We'll be a family!" But he kept walking, and once he reached the door of the pub, he sprinted back to his crew.
end flashback
So, eight months later, Charlotte named her newly born son William Turner, after her Bill, who ran away from her that day. She raised Will there in Tortuga until her death seven years later.
"Well," thought Will, brought out of the memory of his mother, "atleast I'll have something to eat to last me a day or two."
Will took a bite out of his apple and kept walking with his empty hand stuffed in his pocket. All of a sudden, a wave of depression overtook the boy's jolly mood that morning. He was lonely. A lonely boy who had lived nice whole years in seclusion, by himself, stealing to eat and cloth himself.
The street was empty in this small portion of Tortuga. Hardly no one went there. Why, only Will knew. There was a presence there. A presence of his mother. It scared everyone out of that alleyway except for Will. He didn't receive the goose bumps that caused the others in Tortuga to hurry past the alleyway. It was where his mother laid to rest. He'd buried her there and built his home in the niche on the side of the broken down building.
Will wished desperately for someone to talk to and to share his feelings with. He wanted his father to come back for him. But that wouldn't do. He had heard that his father was dead from some pirates who had been talking near him one night.
The boy shuffled into his alleyway and into his hide-out that no one knew was there but him. He pulled down the wooden door that granted him entry into his little home and stepped inside, closing it behind him.
He laid in the pile of hay and just drifted back off into a nap, thinking of how alone he was in the world.
Will woke up with a yawn as he realized it was late morning.
As the boy exited his home cautiously, the sun and light breeze brought a wonderful feeling to his skin. As he took a deep breath, Will thought cheerfully, "If you take away the crime, prostitutes, and drunks, Tortuga wouldn't be all that bad!"
He smiled and started jogging to the dock where the ships usually made berth when pirates and merchants on them alike needed restocking. He'd always enjoyed watching the ships and the pirates who came out of them. Sometimes he'd just lay on the clean little spot of beach he'd reserved for himself watching the hustle and bustle all day.
Nobody in Tortuga had reason to go onto that beach because there was nothing there that fit their needs. No alcohol, no prostitutes, and no beds. So he knew he was always alone when he went there.
A ship came into port that was unusually large for the regular ships and brought Will unknowingly closer to the scene where men were watching the ship idly.
"Tha's the most beautiful ship I've ever seen!" One of the men chanted, awaiting it's arrival in awe.
"The Swashbuckler, eh?" Will snorted at the name he heard the other man mention. That ship must have a hell of a time with the royal navy with a name like that.
Will shook his head as he walked away with his hands in his pockets. He figured he'd hide himself in the shadow provided by the nearby hut and wait to see who came out of the ship.
Will started to hear harsh voices and laughs and disgusting grunts.
"Surely another crew of violent pirates," he thought as he looked at the massive Swashbuckler.
A girl clad in irons was being man handled by pirates down the gangplank of the ship. She squirmed in their grips, on the verge of crying.
But Will noticed the way she tried to look menacingly at them, which made them laugh more.
With a shove, they sent her reeling to the wooden dock. She fell onto a metal piece of a hook, probably left behind by another crew. The gash on her cheek reopened, causing her eyes to water as she stood up.
"They didn't even let me out of these bloody irons," she cursed as she walked to the street.
She stumbled around and was beginning to feel weak from the loss of blood. She braced herself against the nearby post to try to stop the dizziness overtaking her.
"Hello purty lassie. How 'bout a room, hm?"
She turned around to see a drunken man covered in mud. He held out some money to her with a sniveling grin and raised eyebrows.
"Get away from me, you brute." She started to try and walk away but the man grabbed her and forced himself close to her. She screamed and that's when a soft, but still piercing voice entered her hearing.
"Stop it! Leave her alone, you scallywag!" The man looked at Will and laughed. A puny teenage couldn't stop him from doing what he wanted to this girl.
Or so he thought...
"Don't you have anythin' better to do lady? Leave us grown-ups alone!" He started trying to touch Elizabeth's face again.
"I said... leave her alone. Pick on someone your own size, ya bastard." The man let go of Elizabeth, who was incredibly in trauma right now, and stepped sloser to Will.
"Then how about you, huh? How 'bout I pick on you?"
Surely, Will didn't expect that but he knew what he was doing. The man was fat and sloppy. He could take him.
"I must say... I certainly hope I'm not your size. Honestly man, you're a beast!" Will chuckled at the anger in the fat man's eyes.
He tried to charge Will, but the boy deftly sidestepped him and kicked his arse as he fell over to hit his face and the ground with a loud grunt. He was knocked out cold.
"Sober up friend," Will said as he clapped his hands together in a satisfied way. That's when he realized that Elizabeth was staring at him.
"Hello," he said, sticking his hand out in greeting, only to find that her eyes rolled back and she fainted into his arms.
"I'll take that as a hello," he grunted as he set her down softly.
Then he bent over the drunk and stole his money, tucked it into his pocket, and lifted the unconscious girl into his arms, her wrists still bound by iron chains.
"And I'll take that as an apology." He grinned at the still not moving man lying on the street.
Thanks to Araminta Ditch once again for making the corrections on my story!!! I really appreciate it Ashley! Oh yes!!! And now for the reviewer thanks:
BlackJackSilver: Thanks for your review! Ah yes. The sister bit is a bit tricky, yes. HeeHee!! Oh...and I am being a bit harsh to Norrington, I know...but there IS a good reason she's being mean to him. You'll see why later. I made him different than in the movie.
fearlessfreak: Hahaha! Yes, I was laughing when I typed Swatter too! I thought the same thing about the fly swatter. But I couldn't think of anything that started with an "sw" so I thought... swatter sounds good. Thanks for reviewing my story!!!
Araminta Ditch: And the OH-SO-FAITHFUL Ashley! Thanks so much Ashley for reviewing AND beta-reading my story. It means a whole lot, this being my first story. THANKS SO MUCH!
And to everybody else.... hope you enjoyed my story even if you didn't review!!! Thanks guys!!!
-Williz