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.
"LAND AHOY!"
Elizabeth's eyes shot open immediately, sitting straight up. The bed's movement at her quick reaction forced a dazed Will Turner to sit up beside her, holding his head and nearly falling back into the pillows, dizzily.
"Wot…ergh…what's the matter, Liz?" He asked as she steadied him, an apologetic smile on her beautiful features.
"Port Royal," she breathed. As soon as she said it, Captain Jack Sparrow burst into the room. "Sorry to interrupt anyfin' hanky panky in 'ere, but seems land is in sight. We got only an hour 'til we arrive in port. Just that long to get this plan on the way."
Elizabeth nodded and got out of the bed. She leaned over and pulled her boots on, braiding her hair and watching as Jack ran to Will's side, throwing a shirt on the young man. "Jack, it's backwards!" Elizabeth huffed, hastening to a startled and confused Will to pull the shirt off his shoulders and flip it around, pulling it back over his head. "There," she mumbled, rubbing a hand across his cheek lovingly for a split second before turning away and narrowing her eyes at Jack.
He shrugged at her in his clothing. Large brown robes were nearly covering a clean white shirt. The tie strings were in back of him. She shut her eyes to calm her near laughter. "Jack, your shirt…it's backwards." He looked down and grunted, throwing the robe from him and taking his shirt off, revealing a tanned abdomen and chest before covering it again, shirt facing the right direction.
"There, Miss Fancy-Pants! 'ow's tha'?" She nodded, trying to ignore Will's persistent grunting as he tried to pull his boots on.
"How is it that a woman can dress faster than both of you men?" Elizabeth asked, leaning down to help him with his boots.
"Hey, woman. You weren't exactly tied to a mast through storms and blazing sun for weeks." She looked up at Will and their eyes met. Hers shone in guilt for a moment before love over took her. "I'm sorry, you're right."
"Yeah, an' yeh weren't exactly in the brig for months, either!" He started, but one quick look that said "shut up" and he did exactly that; he shut up.
"Well, anyways, get ready, both o' yehs." He grunted, annoyed that at least two women in the world could shut him up faster than a fly trap, whether he wanted to or not. He threw the hood of the brown minister robes over his head and stalked out of the room.
Will smiled, donning his vest and buttoning it up. "Thank you," he muttered as Elizabeth finished helping him with his second boot. She stood and bent to kiss his cheek. "Of course."
The young man stood and walked to the other side of the room, picking up a brown robe much like the one Jack had been wearing. "I feel like a bloody coward marching in there with a disguise. We should be coming off this ship with courage, our heads held high…"
"As pirates, so that they can string those proud heads up in the gallows?" Elizabeth asked. "That's just your piratical pride talking, Will…I knew it would erupt from you sometime." She walked to him and straightened the robes.
"As much as I'd love to say you look incredibly handsome in minister robes, I'm afraid I'd hate to be bound to a man who isn't allowed to love a woman." She smiled warmly, teasing him slightly with a quirked eyebrow.
"A minister is said to love all people, men and women, good or bad. They're forgiving people…" he started but was cut off as one of her soft fingers touched his warm lips.
"Now you know that wasn't the sort of love I spoke of William." She smiled seductively before turning around and leaving his presence in awe of her abilities. This woman was a fiend for attention, but who was he to argue? He was just a pirate.
Governor Swann walked into the room, flustered beyond all recognition. "Children, are you both ready? I'm afraid we're moving faster into port than we thought we would. The rest of the pirates are ready in their robes."
Will nodded. "Yes, governor sir. One question…how will your men react to the random presence of ministers suddenly aboard the ship?" He pulled the hood over his head and placed his hands on his hips. "You'd think they would notice about 15 of these by now."
Weatherby Swann narrowed his eyes. "No need to be cheeky with me, my boy. This was your captain's idea, not mine." Elizabeth interceded.
"Peace, both of you." She grabbed Will's hand and pulled him out of the door, her father following. The rest of the Pearl's crew was waiting with their hoods on.
"Jack, what in God's name are we supposed to do now?" Will asked.
To Will's surprise, Commodore Norrington was carried out by Lambry and Gibbs, totally unconscious. He opened his mouth to speak but felt Elizabeth place a hand at his neck softly, leaning up to kiss his ear. She whispered into it, barely allowing for Will to hear her. "The Commodore is your ticket into Port Royal. You'll see." She let out a small smile and stepped away, so as not to divulge he was her lover to anyone who happened into the hallway.
Norrington was placed upon a wooden board and was hoisted in the middle of the "ministers." Then an off-white sheet was placed over his body.
"Alright everyone," Lambry whispered hoarsely. "Hoods up!" They all obliged and stood as if in a funeral procession. They made their way over to the hatch and stayed there, vowing not to leave the below deck until the ship docked.
Elizabeth looked back and linked eyes with a particular hooded figure, brown deep eyes that shone almost every emotion known to man in just that split second before a sailor pounded down the steps. Will's head jerked and shot back down, and Elizabeth looked away at her feet.
"What in the Lord's name…who's under that sheet!" He demanded. Governor Swann stepped out of the shadows and gripped the young sailor's shoulder, making him jump. "Oh, Governor, sir! Who…" He stopped and looked around.
"Young man, you must promise not to let any of this out of this hold. The Commodore has…he has killed himself." The man shook his head numbly.
"Sir, killed himself? How…?" He reached over to pull the sheet up from the Commodore's face, but the minister at the front quickly grabbed his hand and pulled it away.
Tightening his grip on the younger man's wrist, Lambry finally let go and threw him backwards. "What…what is this, Governor? What's going on? Where'd these men come from…?" But that was the last word he got out before nothing but blackness.
"Did you have to hit him so hard!" The governor of Port Royal asked, feeling the weak pulse in the young man's neck.
Lambry shrugged. "Wot do I look like man, a bloody angel? I'm a pirate! It's either we pull this thing off without hitches and this nosey li'l fool gets the sack or we die. All of us." The governor grunted and stood, moving next to his daughter, trying to partially shield her from the men.
She huffed angrily and moved in front of him; death was something she was used to by now. She didn't need a man, especially not in the form of her father, to protect her from the ghastly truths of life; one of them being death.
She caught a small smirk from beneath the hood of Will's robes and narrowed her eyes, ready to tackle him. Turning away she prayed, not only for the plan to work, but more importantly, for Will's life to be spared.
The plan left little hope for this, but she had trust in Jack's plan that Will would be saved.
Please God.
Will grinned as they walked down the long wooden board and off the ship. Once his two feet landed firmly on the dock, Will's stomach tied into knots. This was it. The time he had been dreading. As he walked past the mourning dockworkers that beheld Commodore Norrington's covered body, his heart jerked.
He had no doubt that Commodore Norrington was a good man before the drink took him. The truth of the matter was that the Commodore wasn't actually dead yet. They had knocked him well enough to make him seem dead.
Governor Swann had somberly advised his crewmembers not to pay any attention to the ministers. They had been kept in a different area of the ship for prayer, as many of the sailors had perished on the voyage. As bad as the excuse was, it sufficed well for the men, who were naught but humble sailors. Most of them had even forgotten there were prisoners aboard the ship until it was too late.
It was time.
Will's palms started sweating as he let go of the board that held James Norrington's body. He could feel his skin getting clammy as he walked beside the men he called his friends. Jack's eyes met his momentarily in a spark of courage from the man's black eyes.
Everything would be fine… his eyes seemed to say. Will nodded slightly to him and spotted a rock on the ground before him. Looking quickly around to see how many townspeople surrounded him, he stepped on the rock and purposefully jerked sideways, falling to his side. The hood was ripped from his head by the fall and everyone gasped.
"Pirate!" A man yelled nearby, dragging Will up and pulling the minister's robes from his body. The crowd gasped and started hurling obscene remarks at him, some people throwing rocks.
"Imposter!" Jack yelled down at Will, pointing accusingly at the younger man. Taking a quick look around, Jack made sure to pull his hood further over his face.
As the commotion went on, the rest of the crew quietly moved away and set down the Commodore. With quick glances at each other and sorrowful looks towards Will, they sped away. The plan had worked; no one had seen them in all the tumult.
Elizabeth's eyes shut tightly, pained to see Will like this. She felt her father place a hand on her shoulder. No matter how much she fought the idea with the pirates, no matter how much she pleaded for the bait to not be Will, they wouldn't hear of it. They'd promised her he would be alright.
She understood why they had chosen him. He was already too weak to take place in the escape. Thus if he was the captured, the others would be able to do all the hard work in getting them all safely away from Port Royal.
It was the most elaborate plan she'd ever heard, and she was positive only a man such as Jack Sparrow could pull it off. Captain Jack Sparrow.
Will struggled in the grip of the navy men. "I bet it wos 'im!" A dockworker yelled, pointing to Will. "I bet this pirate killed our Commodore!" The others roared their concurrence and tore at Will.
All of a sudden, Commodore James Norrington exploded between two dockworkers to where Will was held.
"He's alive!" They gasped, rejoicing at the appearance of their Commodore. He smiled at them all then walked to Will, hitting him across the face.
"He tried to kill me! Didn't do the job right, did you, pirate!"
The crowd gave an angry roar at this revelation.
Will was dragged away with a horrified Elizabeth Swann chasing after them. "No! It wasn't him!" This wasn't part of Jack's plan. They weren't supposed to accuse Will of killing James. James wasn't supposed to awaken this quickly either.
The last thing she heard from Will was a painful plea of help.
It was the sound of sacrifice.
Navy man Jeremy Kane sat in the rickety wooden chair, leaned against the wall. His rifle leaned beside him as he ate his apple. Humming a soft tune (which wasn't as soft considering his gruff, loud voice) he dropped a piece of apple on his oversized stomach and flicked it off.
A loud banging on the door caused him to fumble, his chair slipping down the wall, sending him on his large bottom. "Christ…who is it!" He threw the apple behind him and walked to the door. Upon opening it, the beautiful Miss Elizabeth Swann shoved him aside.
"Let me see him!" she grinded out, walking down towards the steps leading to the cells of prisoners.
He grabbed her shoulder and pulled her back. "Look 'ere, li'l missy! Who are yeh!" He squinted his eyes, faintly recognizing her.
"I'm the governor's daughter, Elizabeth Swann. Let me go at once." She tried to pull free from his strong grip but he wouldn't let go.
"M'sorry Miss Swann, but meh orders are not to let anyone in 'ere. Not even you, Miss." He paused, looking up for a moment. "In fact, the Commodore said to keep watch for you especially."
Elizabeth growled. It had been three days since Will had been taken to Port Royal's prison. She could only hope Jack and his crew was developing a plan. The Commodore had since awakened and was extra brutal towards the one pirate he'd managed to detain; William Turner.
Elizabeth had enough; she reached down and picked up the rifle at the uniformed man's side. She lifted it up before he could utter a word and brought it down on his head, hard enough to make him keel over like nothing.
She threw the rifle back down, staring at his crumpled body. "No offense, but I don't have the time." She turned, his keys in her hand, and hurried down the steps into the prison.
"Will?" She called.
She heard some quick shuffling before seeing his dirty and bloodied face pressed up to a particular set of bars. "Elizabeth…what are you…?" He was cut off as she hurried to him and kissed his lips softly.
"What has he done to you?" She asked quietly, barely brushing a large cut on his cheek.
He shook his head. "I'm fine, really." He smiled at her and moved a hand through the bars to cup her face. "How are you?" He asked just as soft as his touch. Elizabeth, whose eyes had closed due to his strokes, reopened her eyes.
"I'm hurting for you."
"Don't," he said quickly. "I need you to focus on the plan." He huffed, stepping away from her and going to the back of his cell. Elizabeth took out the keys while he continued speaking, opening the lock to his cell.
"…a plan I don't know anything about, once again. I'm locked away from being able to help." He turned to see Elizabeth standing directly in front of him. His eyes opened widely. "How…?" He stopped himself and just embraced her tightly, burying his face in her neck, not caring about the smudges of blood mixed with dirt and grime he was causing on her.
She sighed, smoothing back his hair. "Stay strong, William. Jack will get you out of here. I know he will." He nodded into her, splaying his fingers on her back and pulling the young woman tighter into him.
"Have you received word from Jack, yet?" He asked, pulling her back to look at her face. It was the first time he'd noticed she wore her cumbersome yellow dress once more, hair piled atop her head elegantly. Said dress was now partially soiled from their tight embrace, but she still looked angelic. She noticed his stare and looked down at herself.
"I hate this," she mumbled, biting her pouted bottom lip, tears glistening along the brim of her eyes. The dress shook as she turned away, the loud rustling annoying her to all possible lengths. "This…stupid place, this dress, the people…no one understands me, Will…no one." She turned back and walked to him again, the tears now spilling onto her cheeks. "No one understands me…except you." She leaned up and kissed his forehead lightly.
"I know," was all that the pirate said, gathering her against him again. She quivered in his arms and sniffed. She was so afraid for him that she hadn't slept at night. Her father rarely got more sleep than she. Elizabeth could hear him pacing in his room at night, the light step of his feet shuffling back and forth along the creaking wood floors.
A loud bang was heard behind the two lovers and loud voices. "I beg of you, Commodore, do not do anything you will regret later!" The pleading voice of Governor Swann said, deploringly.
Commodore James Norrington appeared at the door of Will's cell, staring intently, fire blazing in his eyes, as he watched Will. That was when the younger man realized his hands were still placed upon the governor's daughter's hips. He pulled away quickly and moved in front of Elizabeth, who kept a protecting hand upon Will's belt at his back.
"Isn't this cozy?" James asked through gritted teeth. He put his hands on the door of the cell and pushed, finding it locked securely. Elizabeth hadn't even realized she locked it.
"Give me the keys," he said, holding out his hand.
"No, I will not." Elizabeth smirked, holding them up tantalizingly.
The governor turned, rolling his eyes. She would never learn to control her stubbornness, he was sure of it.
"Damnit, girl! Give them to me, now!" He roared, spitting in the process. His face reddened substantially and he growled.
Elizabeth merely shook her head with one eyebrow raised. She handed Will the keys and rounded his waist with her arm. "I think I'll just stay here if you don't mind, Commodore."
"You selfish brat!" He yelled. "Fine! Then maybe you should have been put in the cell with his lot long ago! I tried to reason with you, I tried to save you from the tedious living of a pirate wench!" He spat the last part out. "Then be the pirate wench! And your father can join you!"
James grabbed Weatherby Swann by the arm and shoved him into the next cell over, shutting and locking the cell door tightly.
"Norrington, you cannot keep me here! I am the Governor of Port Royal! I…" Swann was cut off though.
"Not for long, you aren't! Not when the people learn you've thrown yourself in with pirates! And that your daughter has been bedded by one!" He laughed at Will's angry dive towards the cell door.
"Don't talk about her like that!" He roared, trying to reach out for Norrington's sleeve. The man dodged it easily and twisted Will's arm behind the bar.
"You're in no position to argue it." With another glance about the prison, he left without another word.
"So we're taking that ship!" Anamaria asked Jack incredulously, pointing out at the navy ship.
"Wot other choice do we have, hmm? Only God knows where me precious Pearl is!" Jack answered back. They were in a cave they'd found at the side of a hill just outside of the city boundaries of Port Royal. There was no way to escape except by stealing a navy ship.
Of course, they would have to get Will from Norrington, which would definitely be very difficult; but they owed it to him. He'd sacrificed his own freedom for them and they all agreed they would get him free, or none of them would escape the island.
Jack sighed, rubbing the bridge of his nose tiredly. "I dunno 'ow ter git the lad outa there. We need a miracle!" He looked up to Lambry, who had been quiet most of the time they sat there.
Lambry looked up and met his eyes. "They'll 'ang 'im, Jack. Yeh know tha', right?" Jack nodded, staring down at the sand again.
"I know it."
Gibbs scooted closer to them in the damp sand. "They think 'e killed Norry. His date wif da gallows is closer than it would normally be." Jack nodded again.
"I know, I know, I bloody know!" He yelled, getting extremely annoyed.
"I know!" He finished.
"We have to wait for the opportune moment, that's all. The opportune moment." A small smirk graced his features.
It might just work.
Will Turner sat in his cell, Elizabeth Swann cradled against him comfortably. A draft was surging through the poorly built prison, causing goose bumps to appear on Elizabeth's arms.
"Will…" he heard from the cell next to him. He looked over to see the governor sitting miserably, staring at his daughter in the pirate's embrace.
"Yessir?" He asked quietly.
"I'm terribly sorry for all I have caused you. Even back when you and your Captain Sparrow were disguised as the Rockwells, I feel I mistreated you." He sighed softly and looked away.
"Please don't, sir. It is I that is sorry. If I hadn't come to Port Royal in the first place to ransack your manor disguised as the stupid lieutenant git, your daughter would have never been involved in all this. Nor would she have met me again." He chuckled softly, a sad smile on his features. "You'd both be in your comfortable beds at this moment, a governor and his daughter. And the Commodore would be his old self, an honorable man looking out for the law." Will absent-mindedly fiddled with the sleeve that ended just below Elizabeth's elbow on her dress.
"Nonsense, my daughter would never be the same Elizabeth Swann she is today if she hadn't met you. And we all know how entirely horrible that would be." Governor Weatherby Swann smiled fondly at the young man.
"You've done this family wonders, my boy. And I thank you."
A loud sound came from the door leading to the prison, waking Elizabeth up.
"Get Turner out. It's time."
(A/N:) Ok, I'm a slacker, 'tis true. I'm sad though, only a few more days til school starts back up again. Then my freedom is GONE forever! Well, not forever, but until summer...well, spring break, WHICH IS STILL FOREVER AWAY!
Anyways, as I want to get this up as soon as possible, I'll leave you all. Ah yes, THANKS TO MELLEH! She knows why.
And to anyone who is an anonymous reviewer, I thank you all for reviewing my story. Really, it means a lot to me. Like Smithy, tallulah daze, anyone else. I can't reply to your reviews over email like I can members, so I thought I'd thank you on here anyways. You guys are all awesome. THANKS!
Sorry about the shortness of this chapter compared to others. It was necessary.
Adieu!
-williz