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: Recognizable characters? Not mine.
Unrecognizable characters? MINE!
Recognizable characters that you just don't recognize because you're having a bad day? Not mine, though I'd like to stake claim for them just that day.
A small tapping noise was sounding above the hatch as Elizabeth stopped with her hand braced against it. If that was the lookout, she was in big trouble when she lifted the hatch. "No," Elizabeth thought. "Will was in big trouble." Her eyes clouded over for a moment before the determination came back into them. She didn't care about who was out there, she would just be extra quiet, but she was going to visit Will.
With a deep breath, she pushed it open slowly, trying to lessen the loud creaking the heavy wooden hatch made. She peaked over the edge of the deck and saw a lone soldier flat on his back, his head resting on the netting at the bow, hat perched over his face.
The tapping noise continued, so she covered her heart, as if it would lessen the incessant beating. It felt as if her heart would explode right out of her bosom, but she looked wide-eyed toward the other end of the ship. A rope had come loose during the night hours and the nail was tapping against the mast next to Will's stagnant form.
Letting out her breath, she shut the hatch silently and tip toed to where her lover rested. He was still in the same position as the first night she had visited him, two weeks before. Every single day, she had gone as close as she dared and stared into his eyes from afar, hoping to God that he could feel comfort in her own eyes. It was all she could do when the Commodore and her father were about.
All she had for Will was the night, and only certain nights.
She reached the thick mast and gently grazed the young pirate's rough, bloodied hand with her own soft one. He awoke quickly, his eyes half open, and he squirmed in fright. She shushed him quickly, moving around to his front so that he could see that it was his love.
He calmed, shutting his eyes in absolute relief. He spent days and nights tied to the mast of the large vessel, two whole weeks. He scarcely received water, more so food. His only respite was nights like these. Elizabeth would steal out of her bed to his side and spend as much time as she possibly could, caressing him, comforting him, and speaking to him words of reassurance. And every night she came he would stay strong, for he knew she wanted him that way.
Never did she neglect to tell him how much she cared for him, how much she loved him. She promised him every night that they would marry soon, and start a life full of joy and happiness together.
And each time, he'd become stronger and stronger.
What Elizabeth hadn't counted on was that, although his mind was becoming stronger, his body was becoming weaker.
She brought a hand up to his weather worn face and stroked him tenderly. "Hello, my love," she whispered. He murmured to her, longing to touch her face, to bring her into his arms. He even attempted it, almost forgetting how tightly he was bound. As he moved though, the ropes burned further into his skin. He groaned a bit too loudly for Elizabeth's taste, so she moved closer and shushed him, concern written in her beautiful but tired features.
"Sh, my love. The look out is just over there. You must be quiet…" she begged, reaching around to take his hand in her own and massaging it as best she could. "Are you alright? Don't move, darling, you'll make it worse."
He nodded barely, growing frustrated with her being so close to him without being able to touch her skin, her lips or her long, soft hair.
She could feel his want, his need, so she stepped as close as possible, cuddling into the freezing form of William Turner. He was shivering, she realized, so she took off her cloak, ignoring his mumbled refusal. He needed warmth much more than she did.
So Elizabeth wrapped the cloak about her shoulders and tucked the ends behind him, pushing herself as close as she could, rubbing his now bony form to create more warmth. He shook his head at her, showing her that he just wanted her against him. She understood and stopped, leaning into him and wrapping her arms in front of the wet wood behind his back. She tucked her face into his neck and breathed deeply, stretching to kiss under his chin lovingly, tears sprouting to her eyes. How she longed to have his arms about her, his sweet and tender voice whispering words of comfort, love, and contentment.
But she'd have to give these things to him now, for he sorely needed them. She craned her neck up to his ear and whispered soothingly into it "I love you." He whimpered softly, a tear dripping from his eye and down his dirtied cheek.
Leaving her own tears unchecked, she leaned back, taking a part of the cloak and wiping the dirt and grime from his face. Kissing his cheek once more, she looked about her. "I cannot stay any longer tonight, Will. I cannot." Her tears came faster then, dripping from her chin as his eyes became frantic. Will didn't want her to leave.
The pirate needed her there with him, to hold him and love him, tell him how they would be married. "I love you, Will. Just close your eyes and think of that. Everything will be fine, I promise," she whispered.
Taking the cloak away from him, she put it back on and kissed right beside his lips, then moving up to his nose. "Stay strong for me, darling. Stay strong." Her voice broke as she stepped away, not looking back when she heard him whimper for her.
Elizabeth Swann's heart broke in places she never knew existed when she heard his voice and pain from the other side of the mast. She broke into sobs and pulled the hatch up, running down the steps and blindly toward her room, when a hard form ran into her own and caught her in its arms.
"Elizabeth, darling…what…?" Governor Swann's eyes blazed in anger. "Elizabeth!" He whispered savagely, seeing his daughter's petrified gasp. "Where were you just now?" He asked, shaking her.
She just choked another sob and covered her mouth. "Elizabeth…" he looked down the hallway, both directions, and pulled her into his cabin, shutting the door tightly.
"Elizabeth, do you know what trouble you can run into by going up there!" He asked her quietly, anger still evident in his voice.
She shook her head. "I was…going for a walk…"
"I'm not an imbecile, daughter. I know you were with the pirate." He spat the last word out. "Do you not care for him at all, Elizabeth? You know that he shall be punished further if Norrington finds out about these late night visits."
She shook her head in horror. "Father, please! God, no…please don't tell the Commodore! Father, Will is breaking! I needed to go to him! I needed to keep him alive! You must understand this!" She grabbed his lapel, getting her face close to his. "Please, Father. Understand."
As Weatherby Swann looked at his precious daughter, the only gem of his heart, he saw the absolute sadness reverberating itself in the depths of the same eyes he remembered his wife having. She really did love that pirate. It was no spell. It was no kind of manipulation. She loved him wholeheartedly and unadulterated. It was in fact, true love.
With a sigh, he lowered his head. "Elizabeth, love…I know naught of what has gotten into the Commodore. He lets no one into his cabin and lets no one into his emotions. He's been as hard as rock lately and his eyes are different. Listen to me!" He begged.
She sniffed, nodding that she would listen. "You must not go back to young Turner at night…you must not! Do you understand?" He asked urgently.
"No, Father! I must! I must go…" she started, but he shook his head.
"Elizabeth…for God's sake, listen to me for once!" She stopped, eyes shocked at his tone with her. He'd never used it before.
"Do you love this man?"
Her eyes softened, he noticed, a warmth overcoming her physique. "With everything in me," she answered in a whisper, looking at the floor beneath them.
"Then know that he is under even greater danger if you go to him secretly like this at nights."
"What will he think if I cannot go to him, Father? He will die sooner than anyone could know besides myself. Father, please…allow me to see him!" She pleaded, tears causing streaks down her lovely face.
He let out his breath. "It is at a great risk that I allow you to do this, Elizabeth." She interrupted him by throwing her arms around his neck and sighing a thankyou. "But, I shall. I can see how much you really do love him and I am appalled at the punishment he is receiving."
She leaned back and kissed his cheek. "Father, you don't know how much this means to me. Will is my heart. Oh, you understand!" She said, hugging him again with tears in her eyes.
He smiled also, gripping her tightly before feeling her sobs into his shoulder. "Why, Elizabeth dear…you…" He rubbed her back, concern etched into the old lines upon his face. "The boy is strong, I can tell. He can make it through this….just…" he cleared his throat, blushing slightly.
"…tell me one thing, my dearest." She nodded, wiping her tears away with a trembling hand.
"Did you really…make love to that boy?" He asked, mouth slightly curled into a grimace.
She smirked slightly. "I did," was all she said, leaving the room and ducking into her own.
Norrington grumbled, scratching away at the piece of parchment in front of him. As he sat at his desk, he felt the ship dip for a moment, a larger wave having just passed by. "Damn this all!" He mumbled frustratedly, crinkling the paper in his hand and throwing it behind him.
He'd been writing the accusations down for the hanging of William Turner and Jack Sparrow and couldn't seem to think of anything heinous enough to turn even Elizabeth Swann, of whom was completely enamored with the younger pirate, against them.
Standing up, the Commodore walked to his armoire and threw the intricate doors open, reaching in and revealing a large bottle of alcohol. Throwing the cork off, he tilted his head back and down most of the bottle before growling and slamming back inside, wiping his mouth.
He looked fondly into the armoire of liquor, ignoring the blurriness at the sides of his vision. He remembered where he first encountered said liquor as if it were yesterday.
Commodore Norrington walked through the streets of Tortuga, crinkling his nose at the vile inhabitants scowering about the place. It smelled of stale liquor, sweat, and fire in the streets. With a gag barely sustained, he kept walking. He'd left the Governor at the ship with his men, for reasons obvious. What kind of honorable man would ever want to be in such a place as this?
A small "psst" was heard at James' side. Narrowing his eyes, he swiveled his head and turned. "You…" he murmured. "…have you seen or heard of a Captain Jack Sparrow or William Turner?" He asked a wily old man in an alley way. Surely this was the man that had just called to him.
"You a milit'ry man?" The scamp asked.
"Commodore James Norrington…and I believe I have just asked you a question."
The old man laughed, showing a total of two teeth in the whole of his mouth. "Yeh dun' knows wot I've got 'ere, do yeh?" The man asked him, glancing about and unveiling a bottle of what looked like ale to the navy man.
"Don't be asking me questions now! I've asked you where Jack Sparrow and William Turner are and…"
"I knows wot yeh asked…and I dun' know who yeh mean, friend. Just lookie 'ere at wot I've got." He moved closer, chuckling when the younger man moved away from him.
"Jus' a li'l taste, c'mon then." The man uncorked the bottle, shoving the neck of it into James Norrington's mouth. The hot fluid seeped down his throat in a choking manner, causing him to hack and cough. The old man looked about him worriedly, then dragged the man further into the alley. "Sh…I only wants ter be sharin' this wit' yeh, friend."
"What in the Queen's name is this?" The Commodore asked, his eyes watering. Although he'd never admit it aloud, it wasn't all that bad to him. As a man upholding law in the Caribbean seas, though, the pleasures of alcohol were very much beneath him.
With a frustrated grunt, he started away. "No, no, no…you had a taste o' me medicine…yeh gots ter pay, aye?" The man whispered, savagely, taking out a pistol and pressing it to the red jacket of Norrington.
Narrowing his eyes, James walked back in. "How much?" He asked.
"S'a pretty penny, sailor…a pretty penny. 'ow much yeh got fer me?" He asked slyly.
The old man waggled the alcohol in front of the taller man's face. "Good, innit?"
And that had been it. A tingling had slowly started making itself present in James Norrington's usually coherent thoughts. Finally, he wasn't able to resist and he secretly bought more and more from the old man.
It couldn't have been real alcochol, it tasted so wonderful. The addiction James had developed was inescapable, nor did he wish to escape it. Never had he felt such a thrill as he did in this drink. Never.
With a swagger, he finally landed on his bed, tingles surging throughout his body. This was what the upright man in society had withered into.
This was the reason for the suffering above deck…and the suffering below deck.
James Norrington couldn't control any part of him anymore. His mind was under control of his strange alcohol, his body, his thoughts, his actions, everything was under its control.
A small sound made itself known just outside of his cabin. His head lifted from the bed and he pushed himself up, righting himself and sobering up faster than a man under his own control would have. Storming to his door, he threw it open and pushed his head out. There was Governor Swann walking down the hall. "Governor Swann, what are you doing out of bed?" He asked severely.
"Checking on the lookout, James. Not to worry," the governor answered, a hard line pressed into his forehead. With a slightly suspicious nod of the head, Norrington watched his governor walk out on deck.
Weatherby Swann snuck out on deck to the lookout, noticing inescapably how weak their prisoner looked. He kicked the sailor awake. "Burns! For goodness sakes, wake up! What in Heaven's name are you doing sleeping!" The man scrambled up to his feet, slamming his hat back on his head and saluting drowsily.
"Go below decks. Don't let this happen again, I'll take over til morning." Burns saluted with a "Yessir," and ran back belowdecks, not even glancing at Will, who was sleeping in his uncomfortable position.
Weatherby waited for the coast to clear before sneaking to the pirate and poking him awake. Will cowered, fear striking the older man through his eyes. "Now calm down, young man. Calm down."
William stopped moving away from him, but kept the look of fear, or atleast apprehension in his stare. "My daughter loves you…and I might see why…maybe…but I must help you in every way that I can."
Will's eyes narrowed in confusion as he let out his breath. "Now, hold on…where was that water…?" The older man fumbled about until he found a small stash of fresh water used for emergencies on deck. Taking the small bowl, he brought it over to where Will was tied and set it on the floor, reaching up to Will's face.
As Will whimpered, moving away from his hands, he stopped. "Trust me, young man. I'm just giving you something to keep you hydrated. Calm yourself." He took the bindings away from Will's mouth, letting the boy smack his lips and bending to raise the water there.
Will drank the water greedily, nearly choking it back up in his eagerness. "Now, now…" Governor Swann said lightheartedly. "Take it easy, my boy. Take it easy. You'll make yourself sick." He lowered the bowl and set it back down, waiting to see if Will said anything to him.
"Why?" Will rasped, his voice barely a whisper.
"I've seen what you've created in my daughter's eyes. And it warms me to my core. She loves you, and if I were a good father, I would have accepted that long ago. It does not change that you are a pirate, granted." Weatherby Swann shook a finger at William.
"You are a good father, sir," Will amended, letting out a small smile. "The best I've seen."
The older man grinned, nodding thankfully to young William, before taking the cloth back in his hand. "I'm sorry, Mr. Turner…but I must…"
"I know…understood. Where is Elizabeth?" He added quickly, concern shining for her.
"Asleep in her room. I've put her at rest. No worries, it seems I could not persuade her to not steal away to you at nights. She's as stubborn as her mother," he added huffily.
Will chuckled weakly, seeing Governor Swann raise the gag back to his mouth. "Wait!" He said urgently.
The man's hands stopped. "Yes?"
"Tell Elizabeth that I love her and tell her…thankyou. Please."
Weatherby nodded with a small smile and put Will's bindings back into place, before setting the water back and going below decks. The sun was just rising now and another soldier came on deck for the lookout. Soon others would come as well and another day would be in flow. Another day of William Turner's torture, now fortunately brighter than it was just hours before.
Jack flipped his ring about in his hands, the darkness of the cell not doing much for his catching skills. Each time he threw it, it would land on the wooden floor with a clink, sometimes even rolling with the ship's sway into another pirate.
"Right, would yeh stop it now?" A pirate grumbled as the ring hit his shoe. He tossed it back to his captain and huffed.
Jack put the ring back on his pointer finger before leaning his head back against the bar again. "Where's the lass? She hasn't been down 'ere in awhile an' I dun' know wot's 'appenin' ter meh mate." He fidgeted with his shirt sleeve nervously.
Gibbs looked up. "M'sure 'e's alright, Jack. He's a Turner, innit?" He grinned, others in the brig doing the same.
"Hm," was all Jack said, a small smile on his features.
William Turner watched the men working on deck in front of him. Ever since early in the morning, before the sun had come up and the Governor had spoken with him, Will had been in better spirits. The only problem was that he was still tightly tied to the mast, gag in mouth, sun blaring down on him without remorse.
A sailor came up to him and laughed, lifting a bucket of sea water and throwing it on him. As Will stood dripping, the other sailors laughed uproariously at Will's loud roar of pain behind the gag.
Another one came up with more salt water, chuckling at what he was about to do.
"Stop it!" A voice yelled out from the bow. Will's eyes flew to the figure standing there. Elizabeth stomped down the steps, stopped finally by Norrington grabbing onto her arms.
"Stop it, now!" She yelled, struggling with the navy man. Anger blazed in her eyes at seeing what the wretched brutes were doing to the man she loved. "Elizabeth, be still!" Norrington spat. "He's a pirate! Go ahead, lads! Have fun with it, then!" He said, a madness shining in his blue gaze.
Elizabeth shook her head at him incredulously, narrowing her eyes and clenching her jaw, infuriated. "What is the matter with you, James!" She yelled, stopping as she heard a loud splash and heard Will growling in pain again. "This is torture! No one deserves torture!"
He ignored her and kept walking away to the other side of the ship. "James, listen to me!" She yelled, turning him around. "At least when you pursued me in Port Royal I respected you. I really did. But now, I hate you. I hate everything about you. You've changed, for the worse." A tear came from her eye as she saw Will tied to the mast, heaving loudly in pain still.
Commodore Norrington's eyes set fire instantaneously, watching Elizabeth walk away. She had sullied his honor in front of all of his men. Storming passed his men and passed Will's nearly limp and tired body, he grabbed Elizabeth's wrist and spun her about.
He raised his hand and struck her hard across her face. The young woman brought a hand to her face, gasping and staggering backwards, gripping at the railing with her hand.
Will roared behind his gag and slammed his body against the ropes of the mast, his eyes blazing with such hatred and frustration that they nearly cut through Commodore Norrington as a knife would butter.
The ropes cut at his skin further, causing his wrists to nearly be cut to the bone from the courseness.
Norrington turned and smirked at his enemy before walking back to the steering wheel and commandeering his ship once more.
Elizabeth took her hand from her face as her eyes teared up from the pain. She felt a large bruise starting just below her eye and her lip was bleeding slightly. With an angry determination, she started towards Will because she saw how close he was to passing out. But before she could, a hand reached out and gripped her.
"Elizabeth, don't…."Swann stopped when he saw her face. "Elizabeth! What on earth happened, dearest?" He fingered her lip tenderly as she winced. With an angry look at the Commodore, she spun with one last longing look at her young William, and went belowdecks.
Governor Swann stomped to the younger man at the helm and stood before him. "Commodore Norrington, how dare you strike my daughter! What has gotten into you! Have you no respect for womankind…!"
But Norrington interrupted. "Oh, shut your mouth, old man. She got what was coming to her." Weatherby Swann was absolutely speechless. "Y—You absolute scoundrel!" With an angry spin on his heels, he marched down to the deck and staid at the railing, staring out at the ocean. It would be a long ways to Port Royal still, but the intelligent older man's time was running out for a plan. The Commodore must be gotten rid of, not literally of course. This was against the beliefs of the Governor…but he would be gotten rid of. Fired, so to speak.
A small thump could be heard just below the feet of Swann, exactly the position of his daughter's cabin. With wide eyes, he hastened down the hatch and to her door, knocking on it wildly. As she opened it, he let out his breath, relieved.
"What is it, Father?"
"I heard something indeed frightful coming from your room. I thought perhaps you'd fainted. Are you alright?" He rushed out, gripping her shoulders.
"Yes, Father, I'm alright…Although…" She paused, leaning out of the door to see if there was anyone in the hallway. "…I need you to do something for me, please." Her eyes implored him, so he nodded. "What is it, dearest?"
"Call the brig guard away from his post…" she started.
"What! Elizabeth, that's out of the question. You are not to visit the prisoners!" He pushed her back into her room and joined her, shutting the door.
"Papa, please! Jack Sparrow might have a plan!" She said urgently.
"And what would a drunken pirate like that one be able to think of in a week's time? We have a week or so left on this voyage, my daughter. It's not exactly ample time to work out anything. Norrington's men are completely behind him."
"But, Father…you're the governor! Surely you rank above him on this ship," Elizabeth reasoned.
"In Port Royal, in the land of my people, I do…but here, there's nothing but the sea. I can do nothing without the help of my own men." He lowered his eyes to his shoes.
"Then you must allow me to speak with Captain Sparrow! He is a smart man, no matter what he comes off as at first. He's clever and he'll be able to think of something quickly. I should know, I spent so much time with him while on our way to the Dead Sea." She grabbed his shoulders, eyes searching his.
"Alright, I'll call off Gavignon and say I wish to speak with the prisoners. But please know that we'll both be in trouble if Commodore Norrington finds us there!"
She nodded quickly, before opening her door, peering about, and pulling him out with her towards the brig. When they got there, Elizabeth shooed her father into the room while she hid behind a crate just outside of the door.
Governor Swann motioned to Lieutenant Gavignon and the younger man came closer. "I need to speak with the prisoners, son. It's of incredible importance to the Commodore that I'm let in to see them…alone," he added. Gavignon took off his hat and rubbed his head, looking back at the cells apprehensively.
"But Gov'na sir, Commodore Norrington says I ain't s'posed to leave unless he tell me to," he said, eyes wide.
"My boy, I've just said he told me to…please go on a break or something so that I may speak to them, eh?" He smiled as kindly as permitted in his position. The young man nodded and put his hat back on, walking away.
Elizabeth held her breath and closed her eyes as he sulked by, before darting from behind it and into the room leading to the brig. "Thankyou, Father," she said, kissing him on the cheek as she hurried by.
Jack paced the cell, twisting his prized hat in between his dirtied fingers. "Where be that lass—I swear if somethin' 'appens ter…"
"Jack!"
He whipped about. "Elizabeth! Wot's goin' on out there, eh? I feel like I'm in the dark down 'ere!"
"Yeh are in the dark, Cap'n…hehe," one pirate said, before another one elbowed him in the stomach. "Oof! Ow, mate. Wot was tha' fer!" He shut up finally as his captain rolled his eyes.
"Jack, Will's still tied to the mast and his health is getting worse, but I've been able to bring about his spirits as of late. My father…"
"Wot about the ol' geezer?" Jack asked, narrowing his eyes.
"I resent that, you awful beggar," Governor Swann said from the top of the stairs. Jack's head swiveled in surprise.
"Don't speak of my father in that manner, Jack Sparrow. He's on our side!" She put her hands on her hips.
"Wot in Mary mother o' God's name did we miss, lass?" Gibbs blinked.
"The treatment of your Mr. Turner is completely unorthodox and resentful to the British crown. Norrington has been plagued by some…some sickness. Something's wrong with him. No man has ever been punished in this way on any ship of my own. I am wholeheartedly against it," Governor Swann said, standing straighter as he spoke.
"Well, good on yeh mate…but wot's wrong wif yer right 'and man, then?" Lambry asked, tilting his head.
"He's bloody mad, that's what!" Elizabeth answered, hitting the bars with her fist. She pointed to her face, the pirates in the cell finally seeing the injuries there.
They jumped to their feet and went closer, some hitting the bars or growling angrily. "Wot kinda man is 'e!" One exclaimed, his brows furrowed in hate. "I ain't never even seen a pirate who would do 'at to a pretty lady like you." She smiled sadly.
"He hit me when I embarrassed him in front of his men. There's no reasoning with him anymore. I don't know what is wrong with him, because the James Norrington I knew before this was gentle and caring towards me," Elizabeth said, lowering her eyes to the ground.
"Only two things can do tha' to a man," Lambry muttered, staring at the wooden wall to his right. Everyone turned to look at him.
"That is?" Governor Swann asked him, head tilted curiously.
"The first is that 'e's possessed wit' some sort o' curse…or some evil spirit."
"The second?" Jack asked, already knowing the answer.
"Something was given to him to make him this way. Governor Swann…did this ship stop off somewhere…like a small tribe on the outskirts o' Morocco or anyfin' like tha' while searching fer the lovely Miss Swann?" He asked.
Swann shook his head numbly. "We stopped the ship in Tortuga—that's it. James left the ship on his own to search for Captain Sparrow and Will Turner."
The pirates all looked to each other knowingly. "No one knows wot yeh kin find there, Gov'na," a pirate said sullenly. "It's Tortuga…wot do yeh expect from tha' lot? He's probably been cursed, I'd swear on it."
Elizabeth narrowed her eyes suspiciously. "But with what? What could possibly be cursed that easily…surely it's not just him, right?"
"I don't know…maybe his wine," Gibbs chuckled. It was silent for a moment before Governor Swann spoke.
"But—James has never been one to drink…never…" he muttered as he pondered.
"William is in trouble and we need to find out what is wrong with the Commodore. Soon, or…I don't know what he'll allow for." A tear came from Elizabeth's eye as she spoke, her voice quivering. "He's already allowed his men to throw things at Will…like he's some sort of….some sort of animal!" She started crying, allowing her father to comfort her.
"Listen, Elizabeth. Keep yeself in check jus' one more second…" Jack said, setting a hand to his chin and narrowing his eyes in thought. "Elizabeth…could you get into Norry's cabin? Maybe search things out?" He asked her, not looking at her yet.
She dried her tears. "Maybe…if Father keeps him distracted long enough, I could."
"I wouldn't risk it…for your boy's sake," Governor Swann said, shaking his head.
"If yeh do yer job, Will wont be in any danger," Jack snapped. With a glower, the Governor nodded.
Elizabeth could hear the Commodore's boots thumping against the wooden floorboards inside of his cabin, followed by a loud creaking noise and bang. It sounded as if he'd just shut some sort of cabinet. All of a sudden, the footsteps came nearer to where Elizabeth was poised with her ear against the door. She leapt up with a gasp and hid in the room next door with the door cracked open so that she could peer out of it.
She watched him step out of his cabin, wiping his mouth and moving up the steps and out of the hatch to the upper deck. Breathing a sigh of relief, she waited to hear her father's voice speaking the Commodore's name. She was clear for at least five minutes now.
Hastening her step, she walked into the cabin and started searching it. She looked under his bed at first, finding nothing but an extra pair of boots. After searching for about three minutes, she had found nothing. She spun and eyed a large armoire in the corner of his room. With a tilt of her head, she looked to the door of the cabin, then turned back to the armoire. She walked to it and opened the cabinets, gasping at what she beheld.
Bottles with the same shape and same liquid (or so it seemed to Elizabeth) inside of it. Shaking her head incredulously, she shut the armoire doors and heard a door opening behind her.
With a gasp, she spun around to see a figure standing in the doorway of James Norrington's cabin.
(A/N:) DUN DUN DUUUUN! What shall become of Elizabeth and who is in Norrington's doorway? You'll all find out in good time, I promise. I know this whole Norrington business is way cooky but you'll understand it better asI develop his "sickness" further.
Just remember that I'm in deep doodoo with my math class, so don't blame me for not updating for at least two weeks...I'm lucky I'm here now. School is too hard for me at the moment. You guys are just lucky I love writing this story...hence why I'm still posting it. Heehee (wink).
Now for Review Thanks:
Kelsey Estel: You are one of my favorites because you give me the BEST reviews! AND YOU TOTALLY GUESSED WHAT NORRINGTON'S PROBLEM WAS...mostly...BUT STILL! Genius, I call you! GEEEENIUS! And I hate men like that too...-.- They bug.
A Bit Closer Johnny: Don't cry! Elizabeth to the rescue!
mz-turner: I love you Hali. I really do. And I'm MSNing you at this moment. That's spectacularamos. And Mythrie! I must bring that up in our now conversation Hali! LOVE YOU!
semplice: Yes, and ONCE AGAIN...another one that leaves you hanging. Hehe...sorry.
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Smithy: Handsome hero is DAMN STRAIGHT! And you'll see what happens to him. All in good time, my friend. All.in.good.time. Thanks for the review. HEEHEE!
Lord-of-the-Ruler: Yes, the Commodore and Governor WERE out of character...but now you know why. And the Governor's not ALL that bad now, is he? I'm a wiz with that tidbit.
rollinpeaches/Tallulah daze: Heehee! I love you Emma...really, I miss you oodles and toodles! And I wish I could talk to you more, but I shall be content with emails and my reviews for You Were Meant for Me...AND BOO TO THAT PERVERTED STALKER GIRL!
Johnny'shumilatedgrape: Thanks for always coming back! You are by far, the COOLEST chica! And I love your head spork...very flashy. (wink)
JohnnysDoll84: You genius! I miss you! What's been up in Boston! How's your story coming along and all that jazz? Oh, and thanks so much for coming back to my story each chapter...most of the angsty bits I learned from you, Master.
lateBloomer04: WE SURE DO! But you know what...it's sort of fun...innit? Oh, and because you asked me, I shall answer. Keelhauling is the worst punishment possible and was done by the worst human beings possible, mostly to traitors or mutineers. The vagrant would be tied to the hull of the ship, the ropes going around the whole thing and the crew on deck would pull the rope, dragging the vagrant across the belly of the ship, barnacles, seaweed, and all. Thus, he would resurface bloody, scratched, and most of the time missing a limb from hungry sharks below. Quite frightening business, if I do say so myself. O.O
Shy Pirate Lass: Don't apologiz, love! Just the fact that you're reading my story makes me all googly inside! You don't need to review, honestly! I still heart you! I'm updating, so Liz can stop pestering you! HEEHEE! You made me laugh.
Drama Queens rule: They certainly have been through enough, I just felt that leaving the Commodore and Governor out of the end would have been cooky and random...not to mention I thought the Commodore wouldn't just stand by and be like, "Happy ending? Why of course I'll allow for these pirates to go back to pillaging and plundering my fellow comrades! Why, in fact...look here! This is a bonified heirloom watch, take this with you Captain Sparrow...oh no need to thank me, this is a happy ending!"
Things-One-and-Two: NOOOOOOOOOOOO! Don't keelhaul me! I've already been keelhauled once and lost me leg! Well, not really...it was a nightmare...not even that, it was a friend's nightmare. Actually, I don't have any friends and I just made the whole thing up...but thanks for reviewing. HEEHEE!
Anyways, ya'll! I'm off to the land of The Scarlet Letter so that I can do my essay. THANKYOU TO ARAMINTA DITCH (the lovely Ashley Sumner) FOR READING THIS AND GIVING ME IDEAS AND ALL THAT! I LOVE YOU ASHLEY! YOU ROCK MY SOCKS! And I miss you being on here when I am! (tear tear tear)
Toodles, world! And ta for now!
-williz