I hope people like this story. In this chapter Marissa, is named after my best friend. Think chapter also just, and I mean literally just, came to me.
But before the rest of the story, I need to tell you how to pronounce something. Clarésse is pronounced k l air ee ss. She'll come later.
"Good morning Mr. Brown." Will, said entering the blacksmith.
"Morning Will." Mr. Brown said.
"Good morning Mr. Turner." A mocking voice said from behind.
"James, shut up." Will said.
"Somebody woke up on the wrong side of the bed, this morning." Mr. Brown said.
"Don't you mean, hay stack?" James said.
"If you two need me I'll be working."
"That's a first." James said. James and Will had feuded ever since Mr. Brown toke on the new apprentice James. The day went by the old conversations, (more like arguments,) between Will, and James.
"I can't see what you see in Elizabeth."
"Excuse me. Ever time you see her, your trying to steal her away from me."
"I'll go answer the costumer," Mr. Brown said while they were arguing.
"I mean Elizabeth is such a little…"
"Miss Swann." Mr. Brown said loudly.
"Oops."
"Morning Mr. Brown, James, Will" she said nicely at first. Sternly, with the second name. Flirty, with the last.
"Can one of you boys deal with this for a second. I've got to do something." He regretted saying that immediately. The guys rushed over.
"Elizabeth, what can I do for you?" James said.
"Elizabeth, what can I do for you?" Will asked shoving James over.
"Well my father wanted, me to bring you this order, and this note. It probably explaining, some sort of specifications."
"Oh ok." Will thought she was going to leave. But she didn't move.
"You want to get out of here for a bit?" she whispered.
"Sure. Mr. Brown! Can I take my break, now?"
"Sure." They went out of the shop, and went down to the docks.
"So I got I letter from Vannesa today, and you'll never guess what."
"Ok. I won't try."
"She's coming to Port Royal!"
"So, I guess I'll finally meet the famous Vannesa."
"I guess you will." Then they walked back to the shop. "Oh Will."
"Yeah?"
"I was wondering if you could come to the dock tomorrow, and pick her, with us."
"Sure."
"Oh but Commodore Norrington is going to be there picking up Michael Pearson, the new lenient."
"Oh ok. Bye"
"Bye." She walked a way.
Perhaps if Will hadn't said yes to that, all of this wouldn't have happened. But fate likes to play tricks on us every now, and then. But every thing happens for a reason. And Will saying yes to that, happened for a reason. And that was a very good reason. A very good reason.
