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.
"Well hello, Miss Swann," Commodore James Norrington said with a smug grin. Elizabeth gasped, tremors running through her body. She knew now what this meant for her lover. She knew now how much of a risk she was taking looking through Norrington's cabin.
"Commodore, I was…"
"You were…?" He was mocking her, she knew it. He stepped closer and took her wrist in his tight grip. Trying to pull away, she winced. "Stop it, you're hurting me," she grinded out, softly. Tears pricked her eyes as he pulled her face mere centimeters from his own. She could smell the alcohol emitting from him everywhere.
"So did you find what you were looking for, dearest?" He asked her, his smile widening as she tried to push herself away. "I hope you did. Really, I do. I hope it whatever you found in my cabin was worth your pirate's life!" As his voice raised, his hand twisted, making Elizabeth squeal in pain and shut her eyes tightly from the pain in both her wrist and heart.
"Please don't…don't touch him. He's suffered enough." She lowered her head and cried, ignoring the pain in her arm from his grip. He moved his hands down to her waist and she gasped angrily. With one hard punch in his nose, she turned and broke from his grip.
"How dare you! You—you bastard!" She wiped her nose angrily and watched the tall man clutch his nose.
"You wench! You stupid…" he stopped speaking at seeing the Governor in the door. Elizabeth turned and saw her father, running to him. "He tried to…he…" Weatherby Swann held his hand up and she silenced immediately.
"Commodore Norrington, I'm sorry to say that one of our prisoners has deceased last night. The lack of fresh air, water, and food has killed him. He was already injured as it was." The governor's stony face watched Norrington as the younger man took his hand away and wiped his slightly bloody nose with his sleeve.
Swann chose to ignore the fact that Norrington had just had his arms about his daughter's reluctant frame. Besides, the man didn't know what would happen to him very soon. Governor Swann kept back the satisfactory smile that threatened to show. Elizabeth saw the twitch in his cheek and narrowed her eyes suspiciously. With a slight wink, he looked back to Norrington.
"Yes…of course I shall go down and…clear the body. As captain of this ship…it's my…it's my duty," he said, angry that he had to go down into that disgusting brig to pull out the dead body. And he'd have to see those wretched pirates. "No matter," he thought to himself as he crossed to his door, "…I'll be rid of them as soon as we reach Port Royal."
Governor Swann turned on his heel and walked after James, his curious daughter following in his own wake. What neither James nor Elizabeth knew was that Swann had a plan. He had a Sparrow-approved plan, which was always known to be effective, according to Elizabeth.
"Commodore Norrington…maybe if you take the helm, we could get to Port Royal faster…" Governor Swann tried, hopefully deterring James from going down to his cabin.
"I am sure Hinkley will do a fine job at the helm, he's done it before. I need my rest," James said. As he walked passed the governor, the older man panicked, looking down at his feet for anything else he could think of. But when he looked back up, the navy man had already crossed to the bow.
Weatherby Swann knew he hadn't much time, so he hastened to the hatch while Norrington spoke to some men, and hurried to the door leading down the steps to the brig.
Once he arrived, he saw that no guard was there. He figured the guard he'd told to leave hadn't returned. With a sigh of relief, he moved through the doorway and went to the bars of the cell. "Mr. Sparrow…"
"Captain, mate…it's Captain." Jack smirked.
"Captain, I have no time..." Swann started.
"Oi! Ain't you s'posed ter be keepin' the navy lump from catchin' our young beauty in 'is cabin?" Lambry asked, sitting up alert.
"That's what I'm here about! I couldn't stop him, he wouldn't hear of it! Before he does anything to your young man…anything further…" he amended, lowering his head slightly in shame. "…we need to get rid of the Commodore."
"Get rid, gov'nuh? And how's that?" Gibbs asked, his interest peaked.
"I don't know…all I know is that there's no possible way for his men to be deterred…" he started, but Jack interrupted.
"Governor Swann…what were you before yeh became the governor?" He asked. Swann seemed a bit put out, but he answered. "Well, first I was a lieutenant, then I moved up to the ranks of captain, finally…"
"Captain, ye say?" Jack interrupted again, his face undoubtedly showing he was thinking extremely hard.
"Yes…uh, captain." Everyone waited for Jack, watching expectedly.
"It's easy…get us tha' rope, governor," he reasoned, pointing to the rope hanging behind the older man's head. Weatherby tilted his head questioningly, but followed instructions anyways, passing the rope through the bars.
"Right…you bring Norry in 'ere an' tell 'im we've got a dead one. The laws o' the crown says a captain must clear the dead body from his or her bunk, even if said person is a criminal. Don't gape at me, lads…jus' because I don' follow the laws, don' mean I don' know 'em." He continued. "Tell Norry that one of us is dead and he'll come traipsin' down 'ere, come into the cell, see a dead man lying 'ere…" he gestured with his hand elaborately to a small corner in the cell. "An' we'll grab 'im, tie 'im up, all the good stuff us pirates is best at…and done." He smiled proudly.
"You really are a genius, Captain Sparrow. In a sick and sadistic way, you are a genius." Governor Swann stuck his hand through the bars and shook Jack's heartily. Captain Sparrow just grinned wider. "I know this, Governor. Why must you tell it again?"
The smile died down from his face. "What about his men?" Jack pointed. He'd already figured this part out too.
"You used to be a captain. Norrington will be 'ill' in his cabin, am I right?And you, my dear sir, will become captain of this ship. All shall follow your orders. All of your orders." Swann nodded once and left the brig, hearing footsteps coming towards him. Seeing the guard coming back, he quickly dodged into another room, waiting for the men to walk passed, before resuming his way to Norrinton's cabin where he heard voices. One sounded like his daughter's, the other…Norrington's. With wide eyes, he quickened his step to the door and opened it wide.
As Elizabeth opened her mouth to question her father, he held a finger to his lips and shook his head vehemently. Dropping the subject, she followed them to the brig where the guard stood. "Lieutenant Gavignon, step aside and go to your post on deck. Now." Commodore Norrington held the boy's gaze before Gavignon turned and left, looking after them with worried eyes. Opening the door with his keys, Norrington walked into the brig and down the steps.
"Ah, Commodore, we thought ye'd never arrive!" Jack teased with a grin. The others laughed at the navy man. "Shut your mouths, all of you, unless you want to see your captain whipped!" He grinded at them through his teeth. They stopped and he smiled smugly.
"Now where is the dead man?" He asked, unlocking the cell door.. "Point him to me!" He demanded. Lambry laid in the corner, completely lifeless and on his stomach. Norrington strode over to him and kicked him over. "He's dead alright," James mumbled to himself, leaning down and feeling a sharp pain on the back of his head. Everything went dark for the navy man.
"Good thing that drink he has left no sense in him," Elizabeth reasoned, walking side by side with her father. They left Norrington with the pirates in the brig, tied and gagged to make sure there was no way he could escape.
"Yes, no sensible man would enter a cell crowded with pirates without any protection." They smiled at each other and came up on deck. "Men! May I have your attention?" Governor Swann asked, Elizabeth's arm around his.
All work ceased as they watched the governor. "Our dearest Commodore Norrington is very ill. We think it was food poisoning, maybe the sea has finally gotten to him. Nevertheless, it seems he's unfit to captain this ship anymore!"
The sailors looked at each other and shrugged, some happy to be rid of his pompous arse attitude. "An' who be captainin' this ship, guv'ner?" A sailor in the rigging asked.
"I will be. As Governor of Port Royal, it is law that I am to captain the ship if Norrington is unable." All of the men murmured for a short while.
"Is this agreeable for them, Father? Do you think they'll mutiny?" Elizabeth whispered up at him.
"Elizabeth, dearest…these men are not pirates." She shrugged.
"Are we going to sail then, men! We have a schedule to keep," Weatherby Swann barked. The men jumped, being taken unawares, and sounded a melodious "Aye."
Governor Swann disconnected himself from his daughter and walked to Will, hanging limply at the mast. "Sailor, hand me your sword." Swann demanded, holding a hand out to the nearest man. The rugged man grunted, pulling it out of his scabbard and handing it to Weatherby.
With a quick slash, the ropes binding Will broke. Elizabeth ran next to her father as he hacked at the ropes. "Father, you'll make the mast half if you keep hacking at it like that!" She motioned the sailor over and he took a blade from his sash, grabbing the ropes and cutting them easily.
Finally, Will's limp body fell forward. Elizabeth gasped, diving to catch his body and bring it down lightly. She cried, holding his head in her lap and wiping the hair from his face.
The sailor cleared his throat and turned away. Governor Swann leaned down and motioned for some men to come over. "Elizabeth, we'll take him to my cabin and get him treated…"
"No, Father. I will tend to him…in my cabin," she said softly, power in her tone. Two of the navy men lifted him and carried him to Elizabeth's cabin as she followed on their heels. They set him down on her bed, were thanked by the beautiful daughter of Governor Swann, and left to do their duties once more.
Elizabeth hurried about the grandeur cabin she'd been given, gathering cloth, pouring fresh water into a basin, and getting a strong bottle of rum from a cupboard. She walked back to sit at the chair next to her lover and set her supplies down, leaning over to push his hair from his face.
At the cold contact of the compress she placed at his brow, he opened his eyes wide with a gasp, grabbing her hand tightly. "Elizabeth…" His breath was ragged as he lied back down, her sweet and concerned face relieving him beyond all recognition.
"Will, darling…everything is alright. He can't hurt you anymore…" she stopped, seeing his eyes cloud over. "Will? Will, what's going on? Speak to me." He shut his eyes and let go of her hand, pain overcoming all senses.
In panic, Elizabeth set down the bowl in her hands and leant next to his face, taking his hand into hers and squeezing. "It's alright. It will pass, I promise. It will pass."
When it finally did, minutes later, Will was left heaving and sweating upon the mattress, the look in his eyes tearing at Elizabeth's heart. They were so frightened and full of sadness. She moved his face to look at her and leaned down, kissing his nose. "Will, he's in the brig with Jack. They're keeping him from you." She stroked his face softly.
"Elizabeth…what's happened?" He struggled to speak, as he hadn't the chance to do so for so long. She leaned over and took a mug of water, helping him sit up to drink it. "Thank you," he muttered, his eyes devoid of emotion now.
"Will, please tell me you're alright. Please. I tried so hard to come to you when I could…I did! And…" but she was cut off.
Will had pushed himself up to put a hand at the back of her neck and pulled her down for a tender kiss. Smiling into his mouth, Elizabeth Swann's heart soared into oblivion at the feel of his lips against her own. She pushed him down onto his back, lying beside him while they kissed. As they pulled away from each other, Will grinned weakly, raising a hand to wipe the happy tears from Elizabeth's cheeks. She giggled happily, sniffling and nestling her head into his neck, cuddling close to him.
With a sigh, Will began to feel tears pricking his eyes. He wrapped his arms around her and hugged her lithe form to his own tightly. "I missed this. I missed being able to touch you." She cried with him, her heart pained at what he'd been through.
After awhile, the lovers spent their tears and just lied together, entwined in their love and content to have only each other. Elizabeth leaned back, breaking the circle of his arms only partially so that she could look into his eyes. To her relief, the cloudiness and fear had left them, leaving only love and a slight look of worry.
She pulled away from him as he let go reluctantly. "We need to clean you up," she whispered, rising to retrieve the bowl and cloth once more. Taking it into her hands, she skillfully dabbed his fevered face and moved down to his shirt.
Will's eyes blurred for a moment as he focused on her throat. Throughout the whole journey she had tanned to a darker color, transforming her delicate white skin to a worldly glowing gold. When his eyes focused again, he moved them up to find Elizabeth's face tilted quizzically. She smiled then, starting to unbutton his shirt.
The young pirate took her wrist in his hand, bringing her palm to his lips lovingly. "Do you think it proper to do this now? And with all of these people on the ship?" His smile moved to one side of his face.
She opened her mouth incredulously. "Don't be cheeky, you know exactly what I'm doing," she reprimanded, glad that he was at least well enough to joke. She thought surely the weeks of torture he'd been through would have made him stoic and without feelings, if not horribly disturbed and marred.
Elizabeth continued to unbutton the shirt, before pushing it off of his chest as far as possible and taking the cloth again between her fingers. She dipped it in the bowl of water and started wiping the blood from a particularly harsh cut gracing his pronounced ribs. The lack of food showed clearly now and it made her heart ache. The young woman had to turn away for a moment to clear away the tears threatening to emerge.
William winced at the harshness of cold against the hot skin on his chest. "I'm sorry," she muttered, almost as quiet as if she had whispered it. He took her hand again, taking the cloth and tossing it haphazardly into the bowl, never allowing his eyes to leave hers.
"I have to clean your wounds…" she started, weakly, drawn into his gaze far more than she had ever been before. Her words died off as he gently brought her down closer to him. His other arm reached around as if with a mind of its own and wrapped about her waist, pulling her to lie with her upper half hovering over his bare chest.
Finally, he brought her lips to his in a dizzying kiss, their souls embracing within the dark candlelight. Elizabeth opened her mouth slightly and breathed out against his skin through her nose. She felt one of her lover's warm, yet chilled, hands push up under her shirt which he had cleverly untucked unnoticed. The girl sighed wistfully, feeling him stroking his hand along her warm side, shivering at the way he managed to make her feel every time they touched like this.
As his hand slowly moved down to her hips and round to her backside…
"Elizabeth!" She shot up, nearly taking Will with her, they were attached so closely. Her father stood in the doorway, his face pale and downright appalled. He'd never seen his daughter so compromised in his life.
Said compromiser lay there, not really knowing what to make of the situation, nor the look upon the governor's face. He also decided it wise to forget where exactly his hand had just traveled before they were interrupted. (And also where he had felt Elizabeth's hand before they were interrupted…by her father, nonetheless.)
Said compromised sat with her delicate fingers against her lips, face flushed, heart beating quickly, and her eyes as wide as saucers. "Father, I…" she paused for a long time before finally answering quietly. "The door was closed."
"I can see why!" He barked, barely restraining himself. With a deep breath, he calmed himself. "Mr. Turner…I came to ask how you were feeling. And as the answer is quite apparent, I shall leave you. Elizabeth, stick to your job and clean his wounds, please." She nodded, concealing a smile with the same delicate fingers as before.
When her father left, she giggled lightly, almost forgetting the troubles that still lied ahead of them. When she turned back around, she saw Will staring at her again. "Oh, no you don't. Don't look at me like that again. You know what happened just moments ago when you gave me that look."
William Turner smiled at his beloved, his teeth glinting in the candlelight. "And don't smirk at me either, Mr. Turner." She let out a partially amused smile, shaking her head, as she set to cleaning his wounds again. It took a whole lot of concentration and strength to keep herself from straying her eyes to look at his chest. Luckily, he wasn't staring at her anymore, but had fallen asleep.
"I hope it stays that way for awhile; he sorely needs it," she thought to herself, setting the bowl down on the floor and blowing out the candle next to his bed. As she stood to leave, his hand caught hers. "Stay," she heard behind her.
With a dreamy smile, she turned and walked back, getting into her small bed beside him and snuggling close.
For once, she was most grateful for the miniscule size of her bed.
"Yo ho, yo ho, a pirate's life fer me! Sing it wit' me, Norry! Hmm hmm hmm hmm…oh c'mon, pipe up, mate!" The pirates were having fun tormenting the bound and gagged commodore who sat in their midst, a sour frown upon his face, dirt smudges, and a crooked wig sitting atop his head.
"C'mon, lads. Let's not mess wif' his mind. S'already messed up enough as it is!" Lambry said. The rest of the pirates laughed, poking him and prodding. He growled, before Jack came to crawl next to him.
"I dunno, 'e messed with our Turner's mind. Why shouldn't we mess with 'is?" Jack asked, giving the man a smug look. James' eyes widened as he whimpered at the menacing looks of the pirates surrounding him.
"Sh, no worries, Norry. No worries, we ain't gunna 'urt yeh. We jus' wanna ask yeh some things, is all." One of the pirates cackled, sending a chill up the navy man's spine.
"You missin' tha' drink o your'n?" Gibbs asked, smirking. The Commodore's eyes narrowed angrily. As he fumbled around, trying to untie himself, he accidentally tipped over, not able to sit himself up.
The pirates all laughed at him, throwing their heads back.
The sound of footsteps came down the stairs leading to the brig, so they all stopped laughing soon after. They scrambled to sit in front of the commodore, as one pirate knocked the navy man out so as not to have him make any noises.
"Hey, what are you lot laughin' about, eh?" The young guard stopped at the bars, eyeing them all. "If I was headed straight for the gallows, I'd not be laughing." He grinned smugly, and walked back up the stairs with a "PIPE DOWN!" trailing behind him.
They all breathed sighs of relief, before moving back to their staid positions. "Jesus, Mary Mother o' God…I'm thinking we ain't gunna be wakin' this one up fer awhile if'n we wanna keep our heads on our shoulders fer now," Gibbs reasoned, eyes wide.
"And none o' this loudness, either," Jack added, sitting back to lean against the damp wall of the cell and pushing his hat down.
Governor Swann paced down the hall below decks, having just left the bow on deck to check the course. They still had some time before arrival in Port Royal and he wanted to be sure nothing went wrong. He walked to the brig and stopped in front of the guard. "Son, I need you more up on deck than down here doing nothing. You're relieved of your guard duty."
The young man was confused. "But…the pirates, gov'nuh sir. The pirates will…"
"What sort of man can get passed those bars? None I have ever heard of. And where will they go after that? Everything will be fine, just go help on deck." The man nodded obediently and left.
Governor Swann started down to the brig to talk to the men held inside it.
"Fancy seeing you here, Govvy," Jack said, grinning. The governor narrowed his eyes and came up to the bars. He saw the James on the floor, tied up. "What happened to him?" He asked, pointing.
"Well, he was makin' too much noise! Wot was I s'posed ter do!" The governor sighed and shrugged. "I came down to tell you all that Port Royal should be on the horizon in a few hours. So make ready. We'll need to form a plan."
"Why don't we make one now?" Jack asked. The governor sighed, shutting his eyes in aggravation, before reopening them.
"We are going to make one now, that's what I'm saying," the older man said as calmly as possible. "I'm going to try and get young Mr. Turner down so that he will be involved, as well as my daughter. So sit tight." He started away towards the stairs leading up to the hallway.
"Not really much choice we got there, mate," a pirate mumbled, before leaning back against the wall.
Elizabeth sat on the bed with her lover's head in her lap, lightly stroking his forehead as he rested. A slight tapping was heard from the door before Governor Swann came into the room, shutting the door soundly.
He thought to reprimand his daughter for her position with the young man, but upon seeing Will try to sit up straight with wide eyes, humor caught the best of him and he bit his tongue. The young man was trying to do his best for Elizabeth, that much was apparent, so Weatherby Swann let it go. "Elizabeth, we need to get down to the brig. Port Royal is mere hours away and we need a plan to empty this damnable ship of its prisoners without my men knowing they aren't really prisoners." Worry lined the old eyes of the governor as he twisted his hands in his lap.
"But I wont leave Will here…"
"You wont have to. Make sure he gets down to the brig. He's important in this as much as you or I, if not more. Will, my boy, brace yourself. This is going to be the easiest part of all this, the hard part is yet to come." Will nodded once, swinging his legs over the side of the bed slowly and setting them on the ground.
"I'll keep a watch out for anyone who tries to come down while you both make your way to Mr. Sparrow," Governor Swann said as he stood to peek out of the door. "Alright, hurry!"
Elizabeth moved to sit next to Will on the bed and she wrapped her arms securely around him. "Ready, love? We'll have to move fast." She kissed his forehead softly and stood, helping him up.
Surprisingly enough, he was already quite strong and he could move quickly through the halls as Swann watched out for them. Elizabeth held him tightly as to make sure his strength didn't completely fail him.
When they reached the steps, William heard Swann behind him, coming down the stairs behind them also. He stopped when he came face to face with his good old friend, Captain Jack Sparrow.
"Good afternoon, Turner," Jack said, a wider grin than any ever seen gracing his dirty face. Will grinned back, walking away from Elizabeth's tight hold and stumbling to the bars. "Jack Sparrow, you old jackal! Still alive, are you?" Will asked, taking Jack's hand through the grimy bars.
"Who am I, William Turner? Tell me tha'!" Jack grinned, setting a hand to his ear as if waiting for Will's response.
"You're Captain Jack Sparrow, who else?" Will said, laughing. They hugged through the bars as best they could before Jack pulled back and set a dirty smudge to his friend's face with his finger. "Yeh alrigh' mate?" Jack asked.
"I'm fine."
"Gentlemen, as much as this warms my heart, we have plans to make…" Swann said, practically rolling his eyes.
"Father!" Elizabeth reprimanded. The older man shrugged his shoulders.
"No, no. It's importan' we do plan this righ' now, Lizzie. Yer da' is righ'." Lambry came up to the bars and held on tightly at that statement. Elizabeth nodded, shutting her mouth.
"What are we to do now?" Will asked, slinking down weakly against the bars. Sweat was glistening on his forehead from all of the exertion of the past hour. He was dog tired, but they needed to figure out how to get themselves away from the noose. They all knew that there was nothing the Governor could really do for them when they arrived.
Sure, Governor Swann could grant all of them clemency for saving his daughter's life countless times, but then what would happen? His people would forever send him into a deep abyss of hatred for letting wanted and gruesome men out loose. William Turner wanted to be escaped from hanging, he wanted to live, but he didn't want it at the price of the reputation of a good man, a good father.
That's what Governor Weatherby Swann was. A good man and father. Obviously so, for how could Will have fallen so desperately in love with his daughter if he hadn't raised her to be the spirited, self-willed, stubborn and lovable Elizabeth Swann, whether he meant to or not.
That same Elizabeth Swann moved to the pirate quickly, kneeling in front of him and feeling his forehead. "Will, you're starting to burn up. We need to get you back into that bed so that I can bring your fever down." She attempted to pull him up, but Will pushed her off gently.
"No, I can't. We have to make a plan. I have to save your father's reputation…your father will….reputation…" And then everything went black.
"Will…Will, darling." The first thing Will felt was a slight ache in the back of his head. He also felt heat radiating from his skin. "Will?" He opened his eyes, extremely blurry at first, and allowed them to adjust.
It took awhile, but the outline of a beautiful young woman came into his vision, before a blurry brunette in men's clothes, then finally Elizabeth Swann, his fiancé. "Hello," he croaked, smiling weakly.
She sighed, frustrated with him, and dabbed his forehead with the wet cloth. "William Turner, don't you ever do that to me again. When I tell you to get into bed, you get into bed!" She pursed her lips, choosing not to look him in the eyes.
"Well, I've never argued with a woman on that request before, why start now?" He grinned, quite cheekily Elizabeth thought.
"You cad! I'm choosing to ignore that and I'm also choosing not to take this cloth and wring it round your neck, Mr. Turner. Who would even suspect?" She tilted her head with a dangerous smile and wrung out the cloth slowly.
Without even thinking, Will gulped, but then he smiled and brought her down to him for a small kiss. "I know you love me. You know you love me. Let's leave it at that."
She grinned. "Alright, but really….no more stalking down to the brig. I don't know what my father was thinking of when he made you stagger down there." Elizabeth set down the cloth on the table. He started to sit up to protest, but she pushed him back down, placing a slender finger against his warm lips to silence him.
"No arguments. I'll go down and sort things out with Captain Sparrow and my father, then I'll come right up and relay everything to you." His eyes softened sadly, upset that he couldn't be a part of the plan.
"William, please don't look like that. You'll make yourself so much worse by being down there. I promise I'll hurry back to you." She paused. "And I know you want to be able to add your two cents in, but let it go just this once. Leave the planning to us, we've done it before." He nodded, the look still in his eyes.
She made a small pitying sound at his puppy dog brown eyes and leant down to kiss him. "I'll be back," she promised, standing and walking to the door, opening it, looking back at him, and shutting it again.
Will laid there crossly, annoyed at just how much she insisted on wrapping him around her finger. He couldn't help himself either. She controlled him.
"Governor Swann could slip the guards some booze, yeah? An' they git real smashed, an' we kin escape!" The pirate next to Lambry exclaimed.
"An' where would we git the keys to escape, George?" Lambry asked, frustratedly.
"I dunno, their pockets." He shrugged.
Jack ignored the conversation and just sat in the back. "The boy, s'he alrigh'?" Jack asked, not moving his eyes from the floor.
"What?" Elizabeth asked, tilting her head, questioningly.
"Is yer boy alright?" Jack asked again, looking up at her.
"Yes, he's fine. The fever's down now." She paused. "Why, Jack?"
"We might need the boy to do some grueling things, if'n 'e's up ter it," Jack answered, tapping his chin thoughtfully. As his mouth grew into a smug grin, the others leaned slightly closer. "Think I might 'ave a plan, then."
(A/N:) Hello everybody.
You won't believe the weeks I had. EVERYTHING and I mean it...EVERYTHING happened at once. I had an oral presentation in Honors Spanish 3, three essays and two short stories to write for Honors American Literature, two IB Economics commentaries to write, a whole IB Theatre show to produce, direct, and get costumes for, and soccer season has started. But I tried to keep this going, really I did.
And now it's posted. I'm so sorry for leaving you guys at the end of chapter 30 so evily. I really did. And I'm sorry, yo. Seriously, very very infinitely sorry.
Just remember that I'm always thinking of you guys and my story, TRYING to wrte as much as possible, given the lack of time I have nowadays and the amount of homework I have.
Review Thanks: (I know they have a special review comment thing now, but I am still going to put little things for each of you here...and I'll do the seperate thingy when I figure it out. Heehee)
mz-turner: I'll be the first one to join your guillotine, HELL YES! Love ya, Halz!
lateBloomer04: Thanks for the review! And you probably already knew who would be at Norrington's door...I think everybody did.
melleh1: MELLEH! You rock. Thanks for dem kind words, missy.
A Bit Closer Johnny: That's what I wanted you to get out of that chapter. "I HATE NORRINGTON!" That's it. Heehee!
tallulah daze: You're my love, as usual. You, Emma...you complete me. tear HEEHEE! I love that line. Anywho, THANKS SO MUCH FOR THAT! It made my day!
Smithy: You must be the coolest anonymous reader I have. I should dub you COOLNONNY! It sounds a bit African.
ASHLEY: But that TOTALLY wasn't your last name, was it Ashley? I made it up...I used that name in a story awhile back. So I didn't really USE your last name. I invented it. Totally. ANYWAYS! YOU'RE THE COOLEST BETA EVER! THANKS! hug hug hug
Ms Elizabeth Turner To You: Thanks so much for all of your kindness to me! And thanks for all of your awesome stories! They signify the beauty of the Will/Elizabeth united! That's what our new clan should be...THE WILL/ELIZABETH UNITED! Oh, and by the way...I didn't get that email address...but I am definitely going to say I'm up for the job if you'll have me! wink wink
Lord-of-the-Ruler: Cheers mate! You are awesome! Thanks lots and lots!
Things-One-and-Two: Daaang, MJ! I missed seeing your randomness while I was away! I must say, though alcohol is bad, and can do nothing but harm to a human being's immune system (don't know about dogs, though I suspect it's true for them too) that's not really what I was thinking when I wrote the whole alcohol tidbit. BUT NOW THAT YOU MENTION IT...JUST SAY NO KIDS!
Johnny'shumilatedgrape: Omg, and add "Say no to drugs" on the spork too. Although, if you think about it, that would be a bit hypocritical, considering you ALSO have peace signs on it...hm...but pizazz, thy name is Johnny'shumilatedgrape's spork.
Anamaria's Lil' Sidekick: Wow, long isn't even the word to describe that review. Although it made me all warm and fuzzy. You should write a Christmassy chapter for Wow! Pirates in 2005! That's what your story is called, right? Aww, and it will be all cute and fun. Will/Liz ARE adorable! I watched the movie this morning and they went perfectly in every scene. I was like, "AWWWWWW THEY'RE BEAUTIFUL!" Oh, and tell Liz I didn't want her beating up my buddy anymore. SHEESH!
JohnnysDoll84: HIIIII! WOW, I haven't talked to you in AGES! Email me! How are all of your story's coming along? How's school? How's EVERYTHING! Wow, thanks for reviewing too! You're awesome, yo!
Kelsey Estel: You know what's really scary? When I wrote chapter 30 and 31, my exact thinking was along the lines of, "I want Norrington to be sort of like Hitler...the men follow blindly and yadda yadda" It's CRAZY you brought that up! I was like, "WHOA! NOT ONLY DOES SHE GIVE AWESOME ADVICE, BUT SHE READS MINDS TOO! AAAAH!" Math is the evil of evil though.
Drama Queens rule: Heehee! Well, you know this whole happy ending thing...don't know whether it would have worked out that way...everybody would have been like, "So what? Norrington floats around out there with the governor and everything's all and well?" and I would've been like, blink "Yes...so...?"
Lovely Raven Sparrow: I'm writing a novel too, actually. It's a historical fiction in which I am incorporating Jack the Ripper into. Very interesting, no? Heehee. Thanks for finding time to even review my story, what with your novel writing. I hope you do REALLY well on it! And when it's published, I'm TOTALLY reading it! grin
WillsOneLove: You're not horrible! You're awesome and tight and cool and all the above times seven! Awww don't put yourself down! Look at me! I have all these people waiting after a horribly cliffy (terribly evil of me) for weeks on end! I don't mind if you NEVER review my story again! Just make sure you still talk to me on AIM, or I'll be sad. Heeehee! LOVE YOU, CAITLIN! grin hug grin hug
Alright everybody. I am done for the day. Phew, I'm tired as all crud. Email me if you guys want anything.
SEE YA!
-williz