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.

But I do own this plot….and Barley and his crew.

No flashbacks this time. Aren't you guys all warm and fuzzy? Here is chapter 15! Enjoy!

The sea whipped Jack's hair about his face. "Ana, where are those two lil lovebirds?" He asked his first mate, as she came to stand beside him at the wheel.

"Bow," came Ana Maria's one-syllable answer as she pointed to them. He turned around to see Elizabeth walking slyly away from his first mate.

She passed him on her way to the cabin before turning around and giving Will a wink and what Will took to be a "follow me" grin. But, unfortunately for Will, Jack didn't catch that look and proceeded to stop Will from following her.

"Jack—I…" Will said, as he tried to maneuver past Jack. "No, no, no…we have te talk, me boy." Jack dismissed the young man with his hand as he stepped in front of Will, who was staring after Elizabeth, as she had already disappeared down into the galley.

"Will, you're gunna have to get the men in order. They need to get off their lazy arses and start WORKING out here!" He turned at the last phrase and directed it to the crew, who were lazily lying about the deck, catching shut-eye.

They sat up and started bustling about the deck, rubbing their eyes of sleep and yawning. Will tried to sneak past his captain as his eyes fixed on the hatch, where he knew Elizabeth was probably waiting for him.

Without even looking, Jack reached out his hand and grabbed Will's collar, bringing him back. "Where you be goin' boy?" Jack asked him.

"Erm, down…to my cabin, Jack. That's all," he stuttered. Jack narrowed his eyes and let go. "Alright then, go."

Will smiled gratefully and practically sprinted to the door leading below decks.

"Peculiar boy. So much like 'is father, it's uncanny," Jack murmured to himself as he watched Will disappear down the steps. "Very strange," he shook his head.

Jack turned around and walked back to the helm, where Ana sturdily gripped the wheel. "Thankye," he murmured as she tipped her hat and went back to work. It was a beautiful day indeed.

Will closed the hatch as quickly and calmly as he could. Rampant thoughts were bouncing around the boy's head. What if Elizabeth hadn't meant what he'd thought she meant when she looked at him. But she said…Then again, that doesn't exactly mean what he thought. She could be talking about something else she would use him for. After all, he was a man and Elizabeth's statement is bound to travel elsewhere than his brain when she puts it like that.

He stepped up to the door and took a deep breath. "Well, now's the time I'll find out," he thought as he gripped the handle that lead into the room where his lover awaited him. When Will opened the door, he peeked through to see where Elizabeth was before he entered.

Elizabeth sat on the bed, wringing her hands in the lap of her men's slacks. She seemed extremely antsy to Will, but all thoughts were lost to him once she looked up from her hands into his eyes. He smiled and shut the door, crossing over to her.

The young woman smiled back, as Will sat down next to her. "Hello, Miss Swann," he said softly, as he brought the hand he'd taken from her up to his lips for a light kiss.

"How many times must I insist you call me by my first name, Mr. Turner," she said, emphasizing his name purposely. "And what is your first name, milady?" He asked just as softly as before, a teasing smile threatening to sneak onto his face. She smacked his arm and giggled, tucking herself underneath his chin, breathing in his scent as she rubbed her nose against his throat. "I love you, William Turner," she murmured as she pulled back and looked in his eyes.

Will pulled Elizabeth back to him and kissed her head. "I love you also, my Elizabeth." She grinned at the thought of being his Elizabeth. If it had been anyone else, she wouldnever have permitted them to speak of her as if she was their possession. But this was the man she loved, the man she had always loved, the man she would never stop loving. She snuggled farther into his arms and sighed happily.

As she tilted her head back up, they accidentally brushed noses. He chuckled and she giggled, before they both dove into a breathtaking kiss. Elizabeth brought her hands up from his back to rest around his neck, as Will squeezed her closer to him. She then ran her hands up his face, holding onto his tied-back hair.

As Will started running his hands over her back, Elizabeth moaned into his mouth, pushing the tie out of his hair so that his dark brown locks fell down onto his face. She climbed up onto her knees in front of him, as their lips were still attached, pushing his face closer to hers, as he ran his hands down her hips. Both were losing their minds in the pure love and passion they felt radiating from the other.

Finally, they broke contact for a split second to breathe, before Elizabeth pounded her lips back to his. She'd never been this bold in her life, but she didn't care at the moment. A warm and willing man was opening himself to her and she was desperately in love with him. What she was doing was right, and she knew it.

Will brushed his tongue against Elizabeth's lips, at which Elizabeth hungrily opened her mouth, taking Will by surprise as her own tongue met his in the middle. He moaned as they dueled for control. But Elizabeth won, as Will had lost all control when her hands unconsciously gripped his hips. She pushed him down to lie on the bed as she laid herself atop him, both still furiously kissing each other, trying to release the pent up passion they felt for the other.

They broke apart again to breathe. Elizabeth started to maneuver her lips from his mouth down to his chin, where she kissed his stubble. From there, she started a path that went around his mouth to his nose, then to his cheek. She continued the pattern on the other side of Will's face, before she finally went all the way to his ear. Elizabeth kissed his ear and then blew on it softly, sending chills cascading down Will's body. Feeling emboldened again, Will quickly rolled over, moving Elizabeth and himself to lie properly on the bed. She squealed and giggled at her lover's sudden movement, but all thoughts went astray when he kissed her again. This one was shorter, before he stood up completely from the bed.

Elizabeth's eyes popped open, curiously. "What—What are you doing?" She asked, words barely getting out of her mouth after their recent activities. Without saying a word, Will removed his boots and stockings, before going back to the bed, and crawling to Elizabeth, who had since sat up.

When he came close enough, Elizabeth reached out a hand to brush Will's hair away from his face tenderly. "I love you, so much," she said, a lone tear rolling down her cheek. Will brought his finger to her cheek and lovingly wiped the tear with his thumb. "You know I love you," Will said softly, looking into her eyes intensely. She grinned and said, "I know," before Will grinned back.

Elizabeth pulled Will to her slowly, as their lips connected once more, though much more softly and tenderly. Love exploded from their kiss as they moved ever closer to the warmth of the other's body.

"This is it," both of them thought together, as if with the same mind.

Elizabeth brought her hands from his face and latched them to Will's shirt. Each hand took hold as she pulled the shirt out from his pants. Then she slowly started unbuttoning the white silk that covered his sinewy abdomen and chest. She could feel the strength emitting from his body as her hand brushed his abdomen while she took another button into her fingers. Once her hands had unbuttoned every button but the top button, she pulled her lips away from his mouth and latched it onto his neck, sucking sensually there.

Will moaned as she unbuttoned the last button. Reluctantly, he pulled his arms away from her so that she could push the shirt off his shoulders. Elizabeth did so, but excruciatingly slow, to make the moment last longer. Not to mention, each ripple of his muscles could be felt as she dragged her hands over his chest, shoulders, and back. The shirt came off finally, as she discarded it on the floor next to the bed. Now that Will's upper half was fully naked, Elizabeth's eyes clouded as she looked at him with anew passion.

He was a god. No man could look this good and be so perfectly wonderful at the same exact time, and not be a god. It was impossible. Yet, here he was, tanned with a bulging six-pack and firm arms that looked like they could rip the strongest metal to shreds.

Without another thought, Will wrapped his arms around Elizabeth and started kissing her again. After all, the woman he loved was like putty in his hands.

Oh, who was he kidding? He'd been under her control the whole time. Will was putty in her hands. He knew he had to face it sometime. And he figured, if she wanted it to be today, who was he to stop her?

As they kept their lips attached, Elizabeth forced her tongue into his mouth, as they wrapped themselves together in the bliss of the freedom they knew they would have on the Black Pearl. Will was surprised once more, as Elizabeth took his hands and placed them at the first button of her shirt. Knowing what her action meant, he started unbuttoning the white tunic. He stopped in the middle, when her breasts almost peeked out of the shirt, and pressed his chest closer to her. Fishing the buttons of her shirt, once and for all, without actually removing her shirt from her body, he brought his lips to her throat. Giving a wanting moan, Elizabeth reached around Will's body and grabbed his back, and tugging him to lie on top of her fully.

The feel of Elizabeth's bare skin touching his was enough to make Will growl. The need for this woman was mounting faster than ever before and he knew this was what he'd been waiting for all his life.

Elizabeth, on the other hand, was growing wildly needy of this pirate's body. She could feel his lower half pushing on her as their passion grew, and she couldn't deny her body the feelings she never wanted to be rid of. The feel of her breasts rubbing against his bare chest, and hearing him growl made Elizabeth want him even more.

The shirt on Elizabeth's back still clung to her biceps, but neither wanted to break any contact to pull it all the way off, so they left it. Will brought his lips upon Elizabeth's hungrily, as they moaned and whimpered into each other's mouths. Elizabeth's hands had developed a mind of their own as they proceeded to kiss each other. Her hands roamed farther and farther down Will's back, dipping into his lower back slightly, before moving all the way down to his backside.

When she squeezed him there, Will's eyes shot open and his lips broke away from hers. "Elizabeth…." He moaned. His mouth latched onto her jaw line as they unknowingly moved closer to the backboard of Will's bed in their passion.

When Will's lips reached her neck and she felt him sucking her in the junction of her throat and jaw, she raised her head with a moan and pushed him closer to her.

But when she brought her head back down too quickly, her head collided with the headrest behind her. The lovers had moved to close to the headrest and consequently, a candle that had been resting on it, tilted precariously, before falling and spilling extremely hot wax on Will's bare back.

"Ow! Ow! Ah!" Will catapulted off the bed, as Elizabeth's eyes snapped open in pain, a large bump forming on the back of her head. "Will, what happened?" She asked as she saw him hopping up and down. When she saw the wax dripping down his back and the candle on the floor, fire out obviously, she put two and two together and sprung out of the bed to get a wet cloth.

As she was walking back over, she grabbed at him and forcefully put him back on the bed. "Calm down, calm down. I'm so sorry Will," she soothed as she wiped his back free of the burning wax. A large red and burning gash was there. She winced and pushed his hair away from it, kissing his neck, softly. "I'm sorry."

"Not your fault," he said, turning around.

When he heard footsteps outside of the door, Will turned quickly, but painfully, and started buttoning up Elizabeth's shirt quickly, Elizabeth helping when she snapped out of her surprise.

Jack knocked on the door. "Will, ye alright? What's going on in there!" He yelled.

"NOTHING!" Will said, almost too quickly, as he heard Jack stomp away again.

Will and Elizabeth looked at each other, both feeling the loss of something that could have happened if it weren't for candles being perched precariously on Will's headrest. After an intense stare between them, Elizabeth reached up and felt the bump on her head before laughing outright. Will soon joined her as they fell together back onto the bed in each other's arms to revel in the love between them.

"So?" Jack asked as Will came up to the helm, after an hour or so.

"So what?" Will said, knowing exactly what.

"So how was she?"

Will's head whipped around with shock. "Yeah, you know what I said. I'm not stupid ye know. And I happen to be Captain Jack Sparrow. That sort of thing happens a lot in me cabin, if'n ye catch me drift," Jack answered, wiggling his eyebrows suggestively.

"Well, I catch your drift and it's none of your business," Will snapped. Jack raised his eyebrows. "Well, excuse me, but I heard what I heard. I'm a professional, me mate… so if you have any questions…"

"Jack, no. No, we didn't. Nothing happened. Just…stop it, please," Will said, an amused smile threatening to come out. "We were just talking, getting to know one another over again. That's all," Will said, before he walked away. Jack followed him with his eyes before Will started working on the rigging at the mast.

Elizabeth came out of the cabin. "Ana Maria? Can I talk with you for a moment?" Elizabeth asked as she spotted the female pirate off to the side, leaning against the railing. Ana Maria turned around and smiled at the younger woman. "F'course."

Elizabeth walked over to her and sat on the barrel next to where Ana was standing. "Where on earth is this ship going? I've tried to ask Jack and he won't tell me. I've asked Will, and…well, being Will, he hasn't told me either. Probably for my own safety as he does nothing else with his time but make sure I'm alright. It's nice, but insufferable sometimes. So I thought that you, being a woman such as myself, would tell me and be honest." Elizabeth brought a hand up to shield her face from the sun as she looked at Ana Maria.

Ana grinned. "Aye, I'll tell ye. Just be cautious about who you say told you where we be goin', right?" She asked, glancing down at Elizabeth. "Of course I won't tell anyone," Elizabeth nodded, standing up next to Ana so that she could hear her as she spoke softly.

"Alright, well…that medallion ye have 'round that neck's important," the pirate started.

"Yes, Will told me that."

"Yeah, well it's more important than even he knows. That medallion is one of the many powerful medallions that are locked away in a chest. And guess where that mighty treasure chest is, me lass." Ana looked back at Elizabeth, not really expecting an answer, but pausing for the dramatic affect to her story. The girl shrugged. "Where?"

"The Dead Sea."

"That doesn't sound too good," Elizabeth mumbled, looking down into the swirling depths of the sea.

"That's because it's not good at all. Do ye know how far we have to go to get there? It's by Egypt, lass. And not until we get to that sea, can we make sure your pretty li'l self is finally safe and Captain Barley is dead…for good."

"Egypt!" Elizabeth asked. "But…that's farther than England! And not to mention…I mean…how do we—Please explain more about why we must go there, Ana. I need to know," Elizabeth said, extremely excited.

"How much do you already know about the Dead Sea?" Ana Maria asked the young woman.

"Quite a lot, actually. I used to read all the books I could from my father's library. It was all I really had to do during the day. I picked up a book on Egyptian cultures, traditions, and geography. The Dead Sea was a big part of it. It belongs to Israel." Elizabeth paused to look at Ana, who was silenced by the sheer knowledge this girl possessed.

"Do go on, lass. You know more about it than I do."

"Well, I can tell you that this ship wont be slicing through those waters the way it goes through the Caribbean. The Dead Sea has more salt than any other sea in the world." She leaned on her arms. "It's said to be the very same sea of which Queen Cleopatra herself sought treatments for her face and skin to make herself more beautiful and beguiling to men."

"Cleopatra? Well, who's she, then?" Ana Maria asked. She blinked a couple times when Elizabeth whirled around in shock.

"Who's Cleopatra! You don't know! She's the most infamous queen to ever be recorded into history! I must show you the book I read it from someday, Ana Maria! Oh, I must! You'd love to read about her. She was a powerful woman, much like yourself."

Ana Maria blushed profusely. "Erm, well. Maybe that's not a good idea, aye?" She turned around and blinked into the sun.

"Well, whyever not?"

"I can't read." Ana Maria mumbled.

"Oh, I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to push everything on you." Elizabeth set a hand on Ana's shoulder as she was slightly taller than the pirate. "Forgive me for being so pushy," she giggled.

"No, you weren't."

"I was, and to make up for it, I will teach you. How's that?" She grinned, extremely excited at the prospect of teaching a pirate to read.

"Wha—What?" Ana Maria's head whipped about as she looked at Elizabeth. "No, you don't have to do that, really," she tried, shaking her head vigorously.

"But I want to. In exchange, you can teach me a bit about these men on Jack's ship and how to handle them, right?" She gave Ana a friendly jab in the shoulder.

"I think you've got Will down pat, Miss Elizabeth." Ana Maria let out a cheeky grin at Elizabeth's blush at the mention of Will.

"Ahem, yes. Well…what do you say?" Elizabeth changed the subject, slightly more flustered than she wanted to be. "I say, yes. We've an accord." She shook Elizabeth's hand heartily. "Oh…and…who told you about that Dead Sea business, Miss Swann?" She asked.

"No one told me about anything," Elizabeth said, innocently.

"Good," Ana winked.

"Ana! Get over 'ere! Ye've got work to do!" Jack yelled. Ana Maria rolled her eyes at Elizabeth as the younger woman giggled. "Keep your pants on, Jack!" Ana Maria yelled back. She started towards the captain as he said, "Keep your pants on, CAPTAIN Jack!"

"Yeah, yeah…"

"Oh! Ana Maria," Elizabeth started as she followed Ana quickly. Ana Maria stopped, and twirled about. "Meet me in Will's cabin tonight. We'll start lessons there." Ana Maria reached out and pulled Elizabeth back when she started away.

"Wait, what about Will?"

"What about him? He'll be there too, I suppose."

"But—But I don't want him to be there. It's embarrassin' for me…sort of…" Ana Maria looked down.

"I'm sure I can find a way to boot him out, then. If not, he'll be in there but I'm sure he wouldn't bother us." Elizabeth grinned and shrugged. "We'll see, Ana. Just come."

"Well…" she thought a moment. "Alright, then. I'll come." She smirked and walked away.

When Elizabeth turned around to go back to the barrel to just sit for awhile, she bumped into Will. "Oh! William, you surprised me!" She put a hand to her breast to clam her heart. "I'm sorry, Elizabeth." He grinned.

"No, you're not."

"I am, and just to prove it, I'm taking you over here to show you how to manipulate this here rope," Will said as he guided her gently over to the railing, where a rope was fluttering about in the wind. "What?" She asked, looking up at him, confused. "Look here," he said with a soft smile. He took the loose rope in both his hands and tied a tight knot around the loophole on the side of the ship, tightening the sail in place, in less than fifteen seconds.

"Oh my, that was quick," Elizabeth murmured in awe, still looking at Will's hands.

"I'm good with my hands," he said, unconsciously making Elizabeth blush. After all, she'd be able to attest that he was in fact, exceptional with his hands. Elizabeth's blush deepened at that thought. "Ahem…so, how do you—erm, do that?" She asked, trying to hide the blush.

"It's all in the wrist, actually," he said, noticing the blush, and knowing why, but succeeding in keeping his own blush down.

"Alright," she said, as he came around her and guided her over to the side. From behind her, he wrapped his arms around her and untied the rope really quickly, placing them gently in Elizabeth's hands. He still held on to make sure she didn't let go.

Will proceeded to show Elizabeth the sailor's knot, along with many others, as well as teaching her how to swab the decks. Of course, he'd promised her that she wouldn't be doing that anytime on Jack's ship because Will wouldn't allow it.

After two hours of lessons, Elizabeth and Will flopped down on his bed, holding hands. "How is it that you're first mate of this ship and do almost no work?" She asked him, raising her eyebrows, teasingly.

"Well, I have been doing work, milady. I've been making sure you keep out of trouble," he jested, tapping her on her nose. She giggled, before smacking his bicep. "Don't even, Mr. Turner. I'll be much more trouble if you decide to be insufferable."

Will smirked. "I don't doubt it."

After a comfortable silence, Will turned his head around to look at the beautiful girl beside him. "Can I ask you something, Elizabeth?" She turned to look in his eyes.

"Of course you can, Will," she said, softly.

"Do you think you'll ever go back to Port Royal?" He asked her, hope shining in his eyes. Hope for what, she didn't know, but hope just the same.

"I—I don't know. I'm frightened of what might happen if I do go back. What will become of the life I've known? As far as right now, I'm sure I won't be back for awhile. Extremely sure, as a matter of fact," she said, wryly.

"How so?" He asked, curious.

"Well, because we're going to the—well, yes. I don't know where we're going…ahem. Hehe…" She mentally slapped herself as Will sat up. "Elizabeth? Did Jack tell you where we were going?" He looked at her, concern in his features.

"No, no, he didn't. Actually, no one did! Not even you, William. And don't you think I should know? I mean… I am the one wearing the medallion." She said, regaining her control of the situation.

"I suppose I should just tell you then, right?" He asked, running his hand through his hair. Elizabeth's heart fluttered. He was telling her. That lovable, warm, tender man is so….wonderful! He's going to tell her. She grinned as a tear started at her eye.

"Why, what's the matter, my love?" Will asked, seeing the tear roll down her cheek.

"Nothing, just—just tell me where we're going Will. Please?"

He nodded and took a deep breath, preparing himself. "The Dead Sea. It runs on the border of Israel and Jordan. That's—pretty far away." He kept his head down, waiting for her surprise. She gasped. "Israel? But that's—that's in Middle-Eastern Asia, right in the center! How do we get a ship there, Will?"

"No ship," he mumbled. "We're tracking there on foot."

"Through Israel?" She asked, eyes wide. "Yes," he answered.

"Will, I have a confession to make to you," she said, lowering her head. Elizabeth couldn't keep it from him any longer. And he told her anyways.

"I already knew where we were going and I know more than many people about the Dead Sea itself," she lowered her head.

"What? Who told you?" He asked, not really surprised that she'd known.

"I can't say, on account it may incriminate them," she smiled at him, teasingly. "Well, alright, I wont make you tell," he said, wrapping his arms around her.

"The important thing is that Barley wont know where we're going. He thinks we're going back to London, I'm sure of it." Elizabeth leaned into his arms, comforted by his strong embrace. "It'll be fun, I'm sure."

"Are we riding the camels?" She asked looking up into his face eagerly. Will broke into a fit of laughter. "What?" She asked, sitting up and watching him roll over, still laughing. "What did I say?" She asked.

"You—said—I mean, you looked like a little girl—How you said that you wanted to ride the camels! Oh…that was perfect! You were so—like a little proper girl! I can't take it!" He said, still laughing.

She crossed her arms, narrowing her eyes with a smirk. "Neither can I." She shoved him over the side of the bed as he landed with a loud bang and an "Oof!"

She dove to the side of the bed and looked at him on the floor. He'd stopped laughing by now. "Serves you right, William Jonathon Turner," she said, wiping the hair out of her eyes. "That wasn't right," he said, sitting up and rubbing his head. "It was, and you know it." She answered, matter-of-factly. She stuck her hand out and helped him back up onto the bed. She started laughing as he tickled her. "You're evil, you know that?" He asked when he stopped the torture.

"I am, huh?" She asked, poking him in the ribs. He pulled her to him and kissed her. "Yeah, I am," she said, eyes twinkling.

(A/N:) Yes, I know. It was a bit racey... but they'rea couple oftwenty-two year lovers...who are, in fact, in love with eachother. I mean, look at me. I am Williz, right? What else would the name insinuate about my stories? Williz, people! Williz!

Alright, everybody. Chapter 15...good or no?

Review Thanks:

Johnny'shumiliatedgrapes: (keeps hands away from dial) Thanks for the advice. But I had no intention of touching the dial, my friend. And thankyou, I try to keep my characters cool, and in character. It's a toughy.

Afro Stacey: I love you! Wow, you're so cool and British. Britishcool. I know it's a very American thing for me to say because I'm a major lamo dorkface, but it's true. I love you, girl. You are tight. I GAVE YOU MORE! (rocking)

rollinpeaches: The cat's pyjama's! AHAHAHA! THAT'S PERFECT! Oh man...oh oh oh, that was good. I laughed for hours. Stick a fork in me, I'm done.

A Bit Closer Johnny: Will/Elizabeth is my bag, baby. It's all I can stand. It's an obsession, quite unhealthy, but who am I to give a bloody rip? (shrug) Thanks, man. If you loved that last tidbit...ahem. Yeah. You get it.

WillsOneLove: Caitlin! Yaaaaaay! (hug hug hug hug hug hug and hug again) Jessss! The pun! Yes, you were an awesome big help. I love you, you Pennsylvanian-soon to be Floridian-cool person!

anonymous person: Thankyou! I don't know you're name, but that's OK because I totally agree with you on a scale from 1-10 at an 11.

mz-turner: See? See? We are incredibly alike! It's uncanny! I'm like your American counter-part and you're my Canadian counter-part! UNCANNY! (soccer handshake) Love you, Hali. You rock x 7! BYE!

JohnnysDoll84: (worships) Master! Master! (worships some more) Fantabulous is a great word. It really is. I'll treasure it. (nods) And, OHMIGOD YOU ROCK! That whole frosting bit? It's genius. I'm up for it and a HALF! Captain Chrissy Cupcake and First Mate Karen Kangaroo to the rescue! You guys better take advantage of the frosting you have, because Chrissy and I won't be here forever to get it back for you! YEAH! I LOVE YOU SO MUCH! (cyber hug)

xo-miss-elizabeth-ox: Isn't he a spicy one? Mmm. And I couldn't kill Elizabeth. What would I do with Will? Geez.

Lonely Raven Sparrow: Thanks so much for the review! I'm all cheeky and happy!

Kitotterkat: Your name rocks my socks. Wait, I'm not wearing socks. (blinks) Oh well. Anyways, thanks for the review! Did you just call my story literature? Oh my god, that's so rocking! R-O-C-K in the U-S-A!

amanda: Well, sometimes the gay ones are the best. And are you seriously showing everybody my story? Because that's SOOO cool, to be thinking that someone else is actually liking my story. Thanks so much. My head is enlarged to 5 times its size. TEEHEE! (head blows up like a balloon)

ALRIGHT EVERYONE! THAT'S IT!

Thanks so much to Ashley aka Araminta Ditch for being an extremely special friend and for correcting all of my crap mistakes. AND SHE CAME UP WITH THE CANDLE IDEA! HOW COOL IS THAT! I love you like my very own sister, Ashley. Thanks so much!

Bye everyone! Until chapter 16, I'm out.

Stick a fork in me, I'm done.