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.
"The young blonde lass stepped up to the man and told that's it. Conspiratorially…continue."
"Conspiratorially, that her pirate lover was coming for her." Ana Maria looked up from the book she was reading from and turned to see Elizabeth biting her lip, staring at the wall with a somber look on her face. The pirate rolled her eyes.
"Elizabeth, what's wrong with you? Just go tell him you're sorry for upsetting him and let it be done with. No sense in beating yourself up over it." She patted the younger woman on the back.
"No, it's fine. Please continue Ana. I'm not beating myself up over anything, especially not—him," she said, glaring at the last word. "Oh, stop it. Both of you two and your lover's spat is startin' to really get on me nerves."
"It's no lover's spat. He became violent and threw things! I can't just walk up to him and apologize when it wasn't even my fault!" Elizabeth stood up and stormed out of the room.
"Oh, she's a tough one, aint she?" Jack asked, after the governor's daughter nearly ran him over whilst storming out of the cabin.
"Aye, that she is. What are we gunna do wit 'em, Jack? It's getting under me skin now." She stood up, closed the book, and set it on the bed.
"I dunno," Jack said, eyeing the book suspiciously. "Getting a little readin' done, love?" Jack asked with a small smirk. Ana Maria blanched and snatched the book up. "Yes, and what does it matter to ye!" She barked. Jack held up his hands in defense. "Sorry, jus' a question, lass."
"So the fair Miss Swann's showin' ye how to read, eh?" Jack asked, eyeing Ana out of the corner of his eye. She nearly jumped out of her skin.
"Wha—What? NO! No, I—she isn't—Shut up, Cap'n." She sat down and glowered at him. "Oh come now, Ana. Ye didn't think your captain was that stupid, did ye? Of course I knew ye couldn't read! Christ, Ana…no one kin read on this bloody ship but me, Will an' Gibbs—and now you, apparently." Ana's jaw dropped.
"You mean you knew…and didn't care?" She asked, wide-eyed.
"Why would I? Anyway, I'm going to go out and talk to Wounded Heart, formerly known as bonny lad, William Turner…see if I can git him to go apologize to the girl and maybe—finally the whole bloody crew can heave a sigh of relief." Ana nodded as he tipped his hat to her and left. She looked around a bit, before grabbing the book and reopening it to the page she and Elizabeth left off on.
Will sat on a crate propped against the side of the railing running along the bow of the Pearl. He ran a hand through his messily bound hair and sighed. He thought back to the huge fight he'd had with Elizabeth.
Why he had gotten so angry, he'd never know. It wasn't really her fault, was it? She had opened his private letter from the woman who he'd come to know as his second mother, and she had been a bit nosy. He put his head down on his folded knees and watched the sun start to set in the horizon.
He used to watch that with Elizabeth, as he wrapped his arms around her—
"STOP THINKING ABOUT HER!" His mind screamed at him. But his heart would not oblige, for ever since that fight a week ago, he'd thought of her every second of every day.
"Will, stop feelin' sorry for yeself and go apologize to that girl down there!"
The boy nearly jumped clear out of his skin. "Jesus, Jack! Don't creep up on a fellow like that!" Will turned back around, trying to change the subject.
"So? Go on then. Apologize."
"For what, Captain?" Jack looked abashed.
"For what! For scaring her half past hell, that's for what!" Will just stood and leaned against the railing. "I did nothing of the sort, Jack. Scare her how?" Jack rolled his eyes. Honestly, he was so much like his father at times. Bloody Bootstrap.
"By kicking over the bloody chair in your room! You've never been that violent mate. I'm startin' to get a tad bit worried about ye meself." He ran a hand through his long, unruly hair. "Look, Will..." Jack came and stood next to him, putting his hand on the young man's back. "…just try and talk to her. Apologize. I'm sure the lass didn't mean to be prying."
"She had no right to do that! If she had just left well enough alone, we wouldn't be in this mess!" Will said, getting himself worked up again. Jack smacked Will across the face, hard. "Wot in bloody hell is the matter with you!" The captain yelled. "It's not as big a deal as you're makin' it! You're throwing away somethin' special for something that's in the past! Leave well enough alone and make up with the lass!" Jack threw up his hands in annoyance and left Will standing there, shocked and bleeding slightly from his mouth where Jack had struck him.
A few of the crew had witnessed it and were staring at the first mate, flabbergasted. "Get back to bloody work! What are you looking at!" William barked, turning around again and wiping the blood from his mouth, only to have more pool out.
The hatch to the deck opened and Elizabeth Swann came out. Her hair was down, wrapped in a slightly dirtied bandana. She wore tight-fitting trousers and a slightly oversized shirt. The shirt was made for a man, so the buttons stopped low enough to show more of her chest than she would have wanted, but it was all she had, so it would do.
She climbed out, her boots making a thumping noise as she dropped the hatch door lightly. Elizabeth crossed to the railing, steering clear of the sailing pirates, trying not to make a nuisance of herself. A short, plump pirate bumped into her as he was rolling some ropes into a box. He quickly helped to right the beautiful girl, muttering a polite sorry.
"M'sorry, Miss Swann. Din't mean ter run ye over like that."
"No, no…don't worry about it Stoke," she said, smiling.
Will turned around, hearing her voice. About twenty feet away, the love of his life turned around and caught his eyes with hers. She glared at him and turned, walking to the other side of the ship as she smiled at Ana Maria, who came out after her.
Ana Maria turned and looked up at Will, sending him a small humph and grabbing a bucket to start cleaning up the deck.
Will ran a hand through his hair again, contemplating whether or not to go and talk to her. He felt like he couldn't yet, though. Had she not trusted him? Was that why she opened it? Kateri's name was on the envelope. That must have been it! Maybe, Elizabeth was jealous of Kateri, believing what Jack said about Will being involved with the woman. And then she saw that name, and was filled with a jealous curiosity to open it, so she did, thinking it would reveal a large portion of Will's past with the other woman.
Will watched Elizabeth, as her hair was waving in the sea breeze, her form outlined by orange and red, dusk approaching fast. She was beautiful. That was something he would always admit about the young woman. No matter how annoying and insufferable she was, no matter if he hated her (even though he knew he'd never be able to hate Elizabeth), no matter what she did to him to break his heart, she'd always be the most beautiful woman to ever set foot on this earth.
He finally started towards her. As he crossed, keeping his eyes only on her back, he didn't notice as the crew watched him, stopping their work momentarily.
Once he reached her, she started turning. Loosing his nerve, he spun around and tended to the roped nonchalantly. Elizabeth saw his nervous move and let out a small frown. She had hoped he'd come and talk to her deep down, but now that he was here, she was slightly perturbed.
Elizabeth fully turned around and leaned back against the railing, watching his tense movements. The way his jaw was set like that made him look extremely handsome. He was quite good-looking when he was angry about something—
"You're supposed to be hating him at this moment, Elizabeth Swann," she berated herself in her head. Shaking her thoughts away, she continued to watch him. Feeling her eyes on his back, he turned and looked at her. Her eyes got lost in his and she found herself subconsciously leaning towards him. He broke eye contact though, so she diverted her eyes down to the wooden deck below her. "That was close," she thought. She looked up at him again through her lashes, not yet raising her head. That was when she noticed the blood slowly dripping from his right lip.
"What happened?" She asked, softly. He turned and looked at her. Hearing her voice addressing him made the boy feel wonderful again. But he dared not show it, so he just raised his eyebrow in confusion. "Your lip."
He brought a hand to his mouth and dabbed at it with his finger, bringing it in front of him to look at it. "Oh, this. It's nothing." He wiped his finger on his breeches, looking down again. "Not it isn't. You're bleeding." She started to walk to him, but stopped apprehensively, and moved back to the railing.
"I hit him." Jack came up behind Will and stood there, leaning against the crate next to the netting. Elizabeth looked at him curiously. "Why?" She asked. Will huffed and started leaving again, but Jack grabbed him by the collar and brought him back. "Where in bloody tarnation do ye think yr goin' Whelp?" Jack growled. "Ye know, you're really getting on me nerves, boy." Will hung his head and clenched his fists, trying to keep his anger under control. "Stop actin' like a child, Will! And tell your lass the truth!" Jack pulled Will's collar and threw Will back to where Elizabeth was standing. The young man stumbled and caught himself before he fell, standing quickly and glaring at Captain Sparrow.
"You're not my father!"
"Aye, William. I'm not. But your father is dead, so I'm taking control of you like he asked me to, got it!" Jack barked. Will had never seen him this serious before. "I'll not have any son of Bootstrap Bill acting like a bloody kid when he's twenty two years old."
Jack's words hit Will like a ton of bricks. The younger man slumped against the railing and slid down it. "You don't know what was in that letter. It had things I never wanted to see in it. Things I never thought I'd ever see. The truth. About my father. I—I…leave me alone. Just leave me alone." He looked up with unshed tears in his eyes, a bruise forming at the side of his mouth, and walked swiftly down the steps to the hatch, slamming it on his way down.
"Jack, why did you hit him and say those things to him?" Elizabeth asked, her voice quivering. "I need to show him how to be a man. He needs to take responsibility for his actions."
Elizabeth just turned, wiped her tears, and walked down to the galley. When she went down there, she paused at Will's room, hearing his soft sobbing on the other side of the door. Broken hearted at hearing the man she loved crying so hard, she put her hand on the doorknob, only to tear it away again, and run to the empty cabin where it had all started, crying brokenly into the pillow on the bed.
William Turner climbed the rigging as fast as he could. He'd noticed a tear in the sail at the top, near the crow's nest. "Oi, William! Get down here! WHERE ARE YOU GOING, BOY!" He heard Mr. Gibbs shout at him from down below. Without saying a word, Will pointed up to the jagged rip in the slightly dirtied sail. Gibbs squinted up to where Will pointed and nodded. "Aye, mate. Carry on!"
The young pirate sat himself securely in the rigging, propped up against the side of the crow's nest while he stringed the needle. He placed it in his teeth while he knotted the string and started pulling it through the tiny loop in the needle. Once he had it through, he pinched it between his pointer finger and thumb, threading it through one side of the sail's tear.
Elizabeth walked up from the cabin. It was just over a month or two ago since they had left Port Royal. She missed her father, undoubtedly, and many other things about the quaint little town, but she couldn't dismiss the intense feelings of happiness she felt at being out on the sea. The freedom she had on the Black Pearl was a freedom she'd longed for ever since Norrington had taken her away from William Turner in Tortuga just six years ago.
That seemed like ages ago though. Now, she could tell that Will was different. Although she wasn't sure, at the same time. Maybe there really was something terribly upsetting for Will. Something about his mother or his father, maybe?
At that moment, she heard a loud yell. Frightened, she scanned the deck quickly.
"Help! Gibbs! Jack! Someone!" The crew stopped all work and ran to the base of the mast.
"Will!" Jack made Ana Maria grab the wheel as he rushed through his crew to the mast of his Pearl. "Will, ye alright?"
"Not really!" Will yelled. He was strung up by the leg, hanging upside down, held only by a rope encircling his ankle. "Someone get the lad down! Now!" Jack started gesturing for someone to climb the mast and untie Will.
Elizabeth had already reached the crowd when she saw her beloved fighting to get free of the tight rope holding him at least 75 feet above the deck and certain doom. "Will! Oh my god! Will! Somebody help him! Will, are you alright!" She wrung her hands together, her face paling as she looked up at her lover, frightened.
"I've been better," she heard him say. All of a sudden, the rope slipped. Will began to dissent at a rapid pace, yelling. Elizabeth screamed loudly as he started falling. The rope tightened on his ankle as he was jerked to a stop again. Everyone heaved a sigh of relief.
"Well, we could just wait 'ere til he falls down eventually."
"Jack, not the time," Gibbs said, still watching Will in fascination. "I'm glad you find this so funny, Captain…but this really hurts and I can't feel anything anymore, so if you'd please GET ME DOWN I'D APPRECIATE IT!"
"Alright, alright…keep your pants on, mate!" Just as Jack said that, the rope slipped more, Will only falling a few inches this time. "EASY FOR YOU TO SAY!"
Jack started climbing the rigging as fast as he could towards Will, who had already fallen about forty feet and was still hanging high enough to be killed if that rope slipped one more time. Jack reached him and grabbed a hold of his shirt, bringing Will closer to him. "Just a moment, William."
"Just a moment! I have no blood left in my body! I don't have a moment!" Jack ignored him and took out his knife. Then he tugged on the rope, allowing Will to fall further. Once he was ten feet of the ground, he was jerked back up, hanging limply and groaning. "That wasn't necessary Jack!" Elizabeth screamed, trying to reach up to Will, but not being able to touch him yet.
"Probly not, but it was quite comical." Jack climbed down, level with Will's foot, before he cut the young man down fully. Will yelled and let out a grunt when he fell flat on his back onto the deck. "Ow," he wheezed.
Elizabeth clamored up to Will and gently put his head in her lap. "Will, oh dear. Will, please tell me you're alright!" He opened his eyes, and sat up, immediately falling with his head back into her lap. "Did you have to cut me off so high, Jack?"
"Probly not," he answered again. "But—like I said…it was funny." Jack grinned as the crew laughed.
"Aye, mate…I know just what ye need to make ye feel better," a dirty man named Grunge grabbed Will away from Elizabeth, who was worriedly stroking his hair away from his face, as he had showed no signs of full consciousness. "No! Leave him be! Something's wrong with him!"
But Grunge had already pushed Will over the railing. Of course, Grunge had been teasing, thinking Will was perfectly fine because the pirate was a man of simple mind. But what none of them besides Jack and Elizabeth knew was that something had happened to Will when he had landed and he wasn't as well as he should have been. The rest of the crew started laughing, not knowing what was happening.
"WILL!" Elizabeth screamed as she saw him disappear over the edge and heard the distant splash. She jumped up and ran to the side, seeing only the remnants of the splash caused by Will's body plummeting into the sea.
The next second, a body came flying by next to her. Jack had dived into the water after his first mate, hitting the water gracefully and soaring down through the water to find Will. Elizabeth started to jump up on the railing to go after him, but a hand pulled her back down.
"No Elizabeth, don't worry. Jack's an excellent swimmer." Elizabeth nodded at Ana Maria and looked extremely worried down into the ocean. "Something was wrong with Will. I just know it." Elizabeth watched the water fixedly.
Jack swam around in search for his best friend. Feeling intense pressure on his lungs, Jack swam back up to the surface. "I can't find him!" Elizabeth brought a hand to her mouth. "WHERE IS HE! Jack, PLEASE!" She watched as he went under again.
A dark shape was slowly sinking out of the corner of Jack's eye. He spun quickly and kicked himself as fast as he could over to his fellow pirate. He grabbed Will by the shoulders, trying desperately to ignore the stinging in his chest. As he struggled to get his head out of the water and keep Will's above as well, Jack started wading towards the ship that had long since stopped, as Gibbs had ordered the lowering of the anchor.
"Will! Is he alright, Jack! He's not opening his eyes! Oh my god…" Elizabeth quivered as she saw Jack and Will being tugged onto the ship. She stumbled down next to Will's shivering body and stroked his head. "He's not breathing. Will, love…please breath."
Elizabeth bent down and started pushing air from her lungs to his, meeting his lips and blowing. She gave him mouth to mouth resuscitation for several moments, holding in her tears as her lips trembled. "Will, please breathe," she murmured, bringing her lips back down to his. After about a minute of trying to get him to breathe, Elizabeth pushed down on his chest hard, causing Will to start spitting up water.
It seemed to Jack that the boy emptied his stomach and lungs of at least a gallon of sea water, before turning himself over and gasping in deep breaths.
"Oh Will, Will you're fine. Oh thank heavens!" Elizabeth leaned over him, placing her arms around him as he laid his head on the deck. He rolled back over, mumbling incoherent words. "Tiny, take Will into his cabin fast! He doesn't look too good." Jack motioned for the large man to take lift Will. The man quickly followed orders, trailed closely by an extremely worried Elizabeth, still brushing her fingers over Will's wet locks.
Jack turned and stomped up to Grunge. He struck him across the back of the head. "Grunge! You bloody idiot! When a man has just fallen from the crow's nest, you DON'T throw him overboard into the sea! Unless you don't like 'em, but that's different!"
"Well, damnit Cap'n! I'm not the smartest bloke, and I was only funnin'!"
"I know Grunge. You're an idiot. A bloody idiot. HOIST THE ANCHOR! We're getting outa here!" Jack yelled to his crew, stomping down to Will's cabin.
When he reached the room, Elizabeth didn't even look up from where her gaze was fixed, on Will. Jack came and stood next to Tiny. "Is he alright, Tiny?"
"I'm not sure…I don't have doctorin' in meh skills, Cap'n!" He was just as frantic as the others in the room. "Get Ana Maria down here. She might know something."
Elizabeth was reaching over to Will's face. A large bruise was growing just below his eye. "That's not a good sign," she murmured. She lifted his eye lids and peaked into them. "Jack! Jack, he has a concussion. His pupils are dilated."
Jack came over and took a look at Will's eyes. "You're right. I don't know what to do!" He shrugged, nervously.
Will groaned and Elizabeth leaned closer to him. "Will, Will open your eyes darling. Open your eyes." He at first squinted but then opened his eyes, blinking rapidly. "Will, stay awake. Come one, you're fine. Just stay awake."
Jack strolled closer to the bed, and sat down in a chair next to it. "Will, ye alright?"
"Did I die? There are two angels. Beautiful angels." Will gave a weak smile in Elizabeth's direction.
"He must have double vision, because I'll be damned if he's calling me and angel," Jack murmured. Elizabeth glared and started wiping Will's face with a cool cloth. "No, Will. You're still alive. I just need you to stay awake for me, please. Please Will. Listen to me." He just started closing his eyes. "No! Will, wake up! Wake up, Will! For me!" At that, he opened his eyes again. "But I'm tired," he said in a strained voice as he groaned.
"Poor kid," Jack murmured as Ana came in. "What's the matter wit' him?" She asked, urgently. "Concussion," Elizabeth answered quickly. Ana pulled Jack off of his seat as he fell on his bum with a "Oi, woman!"
"Stay with him at all times and make sure he doesn't sleep until the swelling goes down a bit more." Elizabeth nodded as Ana got up and started to leave. "Wait for me, love," Jack said as he stood up from where he perched on Will's desk. As he started exiting, he turned on his heel and swaggered a bit. "Oh, and 'Lizabeth…if anything happens while we're gone…get me, right?"
She nodded as he left, shutting the door behind him and hearing Ana Maria bark orders at the crew. The young woman looked down at Will, whose eyes were opened, but a bit glazed over. What could she do to keep him awake?
"William, you need to stay with me please. If you sleep now, I don't know if you'll wake up." She whispered the last part with a shaky voice, wiping the pirate's forehead tenderly with the cloth.
"I—don't know if I can, Liz..." His eyes unclouded as he took a deep breath. She knew what to do then, she had to keep talking to him. As long as she kept his mind off sleep, he'd be fine. "Liz?" She asked, narrowing her eyes at him. "Yeah…" he paused as he coughed. "…Liz." He gave her a weak grin.
"I like it," she whispered, getting nearer to his face. "Keep talking Will. Keep talking to me."
"About what?" He asked, tensing up as a sharp pain shot through his head.
"Anything. Anything and everything…..about that letter." She said, softly.
"No…I—can't Elizabeth. It's hard for me, please. Not now." A tear sat at the edge of his eye, to which the girl wiped away. "I'm sorry. I wont bring it up until you do. This is a bad time. I'm sorry, Will." He just smiled.
"Hey, Liz…wonder what Commodore Norrington is up to at this moment."
"I don't. I'm sure he's scouring the whole Caribbean for you and I right now." They both had a good laugh, though Will's was weaker. This wasn't so bad. She could keep him conscious for a little while, at least until the swelling subsided.
All of a sudden, Will's eyes started drooping again. "Will?" She asked, voice shaking. "Will? Will, no. Will, stay awake. Come one, William." She started dripping drops of water from the basin on his eyelids, trying to get him awake again, but it was no use. Will had fallen asleep.
"Will, please be awake. Will—I can't lose you again." She started crying, thinking she hadn't done enough to keep him awake. Elizabeth bolted up from where she was sitting and ran on deck. "Ana! Ana, he's fallen asleep and I can't wake him up again!" Ana looked up from her work and brushed past Elizabeth who looked to Jack. Jack nodded and quickly followed, Elizabeth moving in behind him.
All three filed into the room, Elizabeth in tears as she sat next to Will. "I should've done more," she murmured, feeling Jack clutch her shoulder comfortingly.
"You? Look at me. If I hadn't been messing around with the boy, none of this would've happened. It was I who let the boy fall that far. I had no sense. And I hit Grunge for being an idiot. I'm the idiot."
Ana Maria finished checking on Will, and rolled her eyes. "Will both o' you stop the martyring? It's no one's fault…and anyways, he's fine. The swelling subsided enough to make it safe for Will to fall asleep. He's unconscious, but that's better for him at the moment. He'd be in a lot of pain otherwise. His arm is broken."
Elizabeth gasped. "What! Broken? How didn't we—I mean, didn't he feel it!" Elizabeth asked, stunned.
"Ye know, lassie…for all those books ye've read, you must not 'ave read any medical books. Then you'd know that sometimes concussions cause so much pain in the head, that all other pain is numbed away from the victim's mind. Therefore, 'e doesn't feel a thing until the head pain subsides."
"A broken arm! But I need 'im to work for me out there…" Jack stopped when he saw menacing glares from both women. "Alrigh', alrigh'…I won't make 'im work. I'll find someone else. And just so you both know, the boy's like a brother to me…it isn't as if I don't care about the whelp." Elizabeth just smiled softly and moved to run her hands over Will's arm. "Is it this one? It seems a bit off." She saw a bit of a discomfort in Will's face when she brushed her fingers over his wrist.
"Wait, yeh…it must be that arm. But it isn't a bad'un. Just a small break."
Elizabeth breathed a sigh of relief, and wiped Will's sweating brow with the cloth. Warmth radiated from his body. She gasped and felt his head. "He has a fever, Ana!" She felt his head frantically and looked over at the older pirate woman with worry clouding her vision.
"Calm down, calm down…the fever comes with the head injury. It's good; means it's healing properly. Just keep wiping his head with the cool cloth for awhile and it'll go down. Get me if anythin' else happens."
"What about his arm?" Jack asked, seeing a slight wince grace Will's features in his unconscious. "Oh yes, 'is arm. I should bound it up." She got up and crossed to the bandages Will kept in his cabinet. The pirate came back and sat next to Will.
About a half hour later, Jack and Ana had left, leaving Will and Elizabeth alone. Will was fast asleep, a peaceful look on his face, as Elizabeth sat next to him, feeling his head and wiping it every once in awhile.
"You'll be fine Will. I know it," she thought to herself, laying down next to him and looking into his face. "I love you," she mumbled as sleep overcame the beautiful young woman.
"Ahoy! What's this I see? Is little broken Will up and about then?" Jack came and stood in front of Will a week later as they got closer and closer to Toup Naroubi. Will had gotten better. His concussion had healed after a few days of bed rest, but Ana Maria had made him stay in bed while the rest of his limbs healed. His arm was still in a brace, folded in front of him and he had a limp from the rope wrapping too tightly around his ankle during his ordeal.
"Will? What are you doing out of bed, young man!" A stern but lovely voice, broke into his answer, making him turn to see Elizabeth Swann standing a few feet away, arms at her hips and eyebrows raised. "Erm…I feel better," he shrugged, but winced when his arm tightened a bit at the movement.
"It's almost better. Ana said I should be alright within a day or two. I only have the brace on to protect it for now." He smiled sweetly at her.
"Oh no, that's not getting you off the hook, mister. That's what you always say. Come on over here and sit down." Will came and sat down next to her. Jack laughed and said, "What are ye, 'is mumsies!" He doubled over in laughter as the crew followed suit, making Will hang his head in embarrassment. Elizabeth started giggling when she saw him blush and knelt her head down next to his. "What? Do I embarrass you, William?"
"Ha ha. Very funny, all of you." Will glowered as he started taking off the brace. "Will! What are you doing!" Elizabeth screeched, trying to stop his movements. Ana came up beside her. "Don't worry, Elizabeth. His arm's not completely broken. The bone's healed already…Will's a strong'un."
Will beamed at Liz with pride. "I'm a strong'un," he repeated, undoing his brace again.
A loud screech resounded through the calm seas. All work and conversation was halted as everyone looked up at the seagull circling around the Black Pearl's sails. "Land," Jack murmured, a grin starting to stretch across his face.
"Land ho!" Came the call from the crow's nest. "Land ho, Cap'n! We're here!"
The crew gave a loud cheer, as Will stood up and grabbed his Elizabeth's hand, pulling her to the bow of the ship. "Jack! Toup Naroubi straight ahead! MEN, ARE YOU READY!" A loud "Aye!" reverberated through the crew and they all set about to changing their clothing to that of a regular merchant.
"Ready Elizabeth?" He turned and looked into her eyes. She nodded and he smiled, pulling her below deck quickly, as it seemed the rest of the crew intended on changing right where they were standing, even with a new lady on board in their presence.
(A/N:) Hello everyone! Once again, I am a bit later than usual, because I usually post every Friday to Sunday...but I had a monologue to memorize, as well as a play to perform, AND a history project that I'm working on right at this moment.
You guys are SO lucky I love you all...and this story, not to mention...because if I didn't, I'd be in bed or something. I've got a 100 degree temperature, and I'm running to the bathroom to throw up every fifteen minutes. I'm also sorry for anyone who's reading this and trying to eat some food.
Anyways...yeah...my history project's about Abraham Lincoln's assassination etc., etc. so I have lots to do.
Did you know that Mary Surratt was accused of being affiliated with John Wilkes Booth, the assassin of Abraham Lincoln, and was hung wrongfully? They kept IMPORTANT evidence out of the trial...evidence that could have saved her life. (sniff sniff) And the poor woman's two bit Confederate son never stepped up on her behalf either. Geez. Society is WACK!
This is a R.I.P. and an ODE to Mary Surratt who was the first woman ever executed, officially, in the publiceye by hanging.
WHOA! Talk about getting off subject! Ahem...
Hope you guys enjoyed this chapter...I want to bring to light some important facts about You Were Meant to Me and its author, williz. (That's me.)
If you guys would care to notice, go back and read my earlier chapters, then come to my later chapters of the story. Notice a difference? WAY! The other day, I was bored so I read the first 6 chapters of this story and I was like...wow...I've gotten WAY better. It just goes to show...experience is WAY good for your writing.
The moral of the story is...HOLY HELL, KAREN WRITES TO MUCH AUTHOR'S NOTES!
Wait, no...that's not the moral...actually...
Nevermind (sigh) Review thanks:
mz-turner: I'm sorry it rained in LALA Land! (cries) I know I made Will seem temperamental, but I needed it in the story. And if I got a letter like that, I'd be a bit frustrated too, I mean...yeah. AND I'M SO GLAD EVERYTHING WORKED OUT FOR YOU WITH...ahem...your guy. I told you I'm good with the guy stuff. (wink) Love you Hali!
Things-One-and-Two: I hope I appeased your mind with this chapter. Everything's close to being alright with Will now. He just needs to get it off his chest.
melleh1: I LOVE YOU! Gore and Jerry Bruckheimer? Hire me? HA! Noooo...
IndiaPyro: Thanks so much for the review! Oh...yes, indeed. Orlando Bloom is dyslexic...but so is Keira Knightley. And--believe it or not-- I am too. Yes, it all comes out. I'm dyslexic. Well, I was...I'm getting over it slowly. Yeah...
Drama Queens rule: HAHAHAHA! Passion...nice. Oh, and the name Kateri is all Araminta Ditch (Ashley, I love you!) She came up with the name when I asked her to help me out. And thanks for the random hug! I won't ask why. I'll just return it. (random hug!) There you go. Thankyoooou!
Smithy: Indeed, it is a misunderstanding. You used big words...(blink) assests? (blink again) What are those?Like I said up there, I'm dyslexic...probably has nothing to do with why I don't know what assests means, but it is a good excuse. (shrug) Thanks!
rollinpeaches: You genius, you. You and your SHATTERED story. I'm wallowing in the emotions of that story! It's ingenius! See? WHY CAN'T EVERYONE SEE IT THIS WAY! When Will and Elizabeth fight, what do they do? THEY MAKE UP! There we are...look at my name...williz (actually it's Karen, but yeeah) I can't make them STAY mad at eachother. Hellooo!
WillsOneLove: I'm in love with your reviews. THEY ARE NOT BREAKING UP! Look who it is who's WRITING this story, chica! Believe me, or my name isn't williz...I'm NOT making them break up. Title, child...the TITLE. YOU WERE MEANT FOR ME! Teehee. Lambry is all for you, Caitlin. Alllll for you. Love you, Cait! Bye! (waves)
Lovely Raven Sparrow: I'm glad I portrayed drunken Jack well. I was actually very worried about that. I'm not too good with Jack's character. That's why I almost started subconsciously fading away from him for a bit there in chapters 13-15. But I brought him back. Because...everybody now--"HE'S CAPTAIN JACK SPARROW!" Yaaaay! Applause for you all.
JohnnysDoll84: Yes, yes...I know you didn't review the lastchapter, but I can at least say I hope youread it and maybe enjoyedit, because your opinion matters a LOT to me. Like I said, I IDOLIZE you! You and your novel writing self and your TOO AWESOME AND FANTABULOUS (copyright of Chrissy) STORIES TO BE REAL! I hope we continue our Candyland adventures because they are fuuuuuun...and I have Joe. While you, my Cap'n, have Willy. Arrrgh, I love you! Brilliance should be your middle name. And if you think about it... Brilliance actually sounds like an awesome name. Brilliance...yeeeah. Maybe you should consider THAT for your character's name in your novel. TEEHEE! That'd be great. HAHA! Ok, well, love you! Thanks for everything and PLEEEEASE come back!
And last but not least, I LOVE YOU ASHLEY! ALWAYS AND FOREVER, YOU'RE THE BEST BETA AND NEW YORKER THAT EVER LIVED! (hugs Ashley so tight she suffocates) I LOVE YOU LIKE A SISTER!
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Alright guys! I have to go throw up now, since I've broken my fifteen minute barfing barrier (that's what I've dubbed it. The B.B. , barfing barrier) See you all for the next installment! Chapter 18! YAAAY! Things will be cooking up in the next bit.
See you all!
Karen...cha-CHING!