Title: Letter
Author/Artist: XDebbie-TurnerX
Pairing: William Turner & Illyana Beckett (OC)
Fandom: Pirates of the Caribbean
Theme: #2 – News; letter
Disclaimer: I do not own Will Turner or Pirates of the Caribbean but I do own Illyana Beckett who is my own creation.
Word Count: 1508
Warning: Illyana's P.O.V - 1st Person

I don't know what to do, my hands tremble as I hold onto the letter as if it was going to blow away if I did not. My eyes look into it as if they can see right through the paper and to the ink itself. I really have to open this and find out how my father is. He hasn't abandoned me as I think he has. Actually what he has done is left me here with only our hired help for company. My eyes close as I surpass a sigh and allow my fingers to tear the letter open.

I blink once before settling my orbs onto the well-written letter in my father's script. It has been a while since my father had left Port Royale with Commodore James Norrington. This was very weird as there was a dooming silence around their leaving. I don't know what it is about it but when I think about the circumstances I get this chill down my spine. I really must try and get better soon. There isn't much I can do now but wait. I don't think much as my eyes scan the rest of the handwriting.

Wait… what did he mean not coming back for some time? I don't know what he means. Honestly he can't leave an eighteen year old in charge of an estate. Its not that I do not feel worthy it is just… I'm just so young. Really though, I must decide what to do because my mother is in Russia to visit her relatives and if she gets the opportunity she would ask for me to join her although father was always against the idea of me setting foot on Russian land, I do not know why though. I sigh as I let the letter drop onto the silver platter which it was brought in on before placing my cheek on my left hand.

"Milady you have a visitor." My head advisor Margarette speaks from the door. She is a really friendly woman Margarette. Not only has she got this atmosphere around her but also she always holds a smile for me. It has been a while since I have gotten a visitor so I stand up almost instantly. I check my appearance in one of the large mirrors in the room. My hair is up perfectly, my brown coils curled perfectly and my long beautiful golden gown is teasingly etched against my body in a way to surpass glances for noble men. Although I do not know why my father was always inviting those young rich suitors over to try and swoon me. I'd rather have the only one for me… but unfortunately I know he is not for me.

"Inform ma visitor that ah am on ma way, Margarette." I smile softly as I apply one last coat of my lipstick on my lips. I was always told by my mother to look my best when I was in company of others. My mother though has come from many generations of beautiful woman in Russia. I do find myself rather honoured to have these Russian genes through my body as I get to have some beauty towards my Scottish glow. Yet my mind ponders… who could be visiting me this fine morning? There was no one that I expected to come, as I had not asked for any visitors. I walk towards the door placing my hand on the frame as I look through the bars that surrounded our spiral staircase. I mustn't be rude but I cannot help myself I must know who it is that is visiting me. Upon seeing no one a confused look takes over me.

I decide then to go down that spiral staircase which I suppose I must be careful going down. My orbs search for my visitor and still there is no one there. I moan as I was really looking forward to getting some wanted attention. Although I guess being of this royal title I am most certainly part of that centre of attention – alongside Miss Elizabeth Swann. Or is that Mrs Elizabeth Turner? I'm not sure. I did know that my father had stopped their wedding once but that was months ago and both of them for some reason are no longer in the dungeon. God when I heard that daddy had done that I felt as if it was my chance of getting William for myself. Although when Elizabeth had managed to disappear – daddy dared not speak much of it to me – I knew my luck was gone.

Something touches the shoulder of my dress; my head turns to look at the hand. Oh god… what was this? My stomach churned fear as a single bead of sweat slide down my face. I felt the feeling urge up my body as I turn slightly not sure if I'm as pale as a sheet. The hand is hastily pulled away as I look at someone with a face of guilt.
"William?" I see him there behind me. The one who I had just been thinking of was actually standing right behind me. He was alone there was no Elizabeth. Instantly I look to his finger and there is no ring, no wedding ring, there was also no engagement ring. I move my face to look up to him. "Can ah help you?"

"Margarette was kind enough to let me in, Miss Beckett. I must talk with you." The once blacksmith asks with that voice that I've heard in my dreams so many times. I gave a simple nod and we walked towards my study to where we could be alone. I look at all the books on the stands wondering how many of them I had actually sat down and read. I sit down on my chair although beckoning him to do so on the opposing one William took no heed of it and stayed on his feet. Was he cold towards me because of what my father had done? There were times I must say that I hate my father. "I do wish that you do not speak to your father about this." I raise both my eyebrows in integument.

"About what, William." I ask as I pout my lips like I usually do although lately I seem to do so without realising. I know that this is also something that Elizabeth was fond of doing. It isn't long until I'm told a long tale that I shall not waste you time in repeating. The basic just of his wanting was to borrow a ship for him and a small crew. I'm fascinated in what he wants this ship for. My eyes look over William's face, his hazel eyes which I could easily get lost in, his strong facial features that I would like to trace with my fingers and his perfect tender lips which I have dreamt myself kissing so many times. "Can ah ask. What is this ship for?" I try to be polite and speak properly but my accent is still shining through unfortunately although William shows no disgust because of it and that alone makes me smile.

"I cannot tell you that, Miss Beckett. This is to help Elizabeth though." I correct him by saying Miss Swann, and he nods. He knows me too well it would seem… Elizabeth must have talked about me. She knows how much I care about her. Curse her. I give a simple nod to him as I stand up and look out the window, my hands clasped by the front of my dress as I think of what ship he could borrow without my father seeing missing. Could he… I'm not sure… I mean father didn't do anything to help furnish her because he doesn't think I should be allowed on the sea. So perhaps my beautiful ship that my mother had got sent from Russia for me, would do just the ticket for William.

"Ah'll have the Pressured Duchess, ready fer ye, William." I tell him as I turn once more letting my block of accent drop and he bows to me and thanks me politely. When he takes my hand into his I can feel my cheeks heating up. He brings my hand up towards his lips whilst I hold just a quizzical look. When he presses his lips to my hand in what could have been an affectionate kiss if I was not of higher class, I feel the butterflies attack the inner walls of my stomach. I am thanked once more before William leaves me in my study. I walk over towards the drawing table where father would once have many maps mapped out on. I feel my hand touching the other where he had kissed me and I know I must do something about this. I must see what he wants the Pressured Duchess for and I must see if a relationship will be able to be formed.

But just how can I do this?