Title: Jolt!
Author/Artist: XDebbie-TurnerX
Pairing: William Turner & Illyana Beckett (OC)
Fandom: Pirates of the Caribbean
Theme: #3 – Jolt!
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: 938
Warning: Illyana's P.O.V - 1st Person

I just can't believe that I'm doing this. It has only been a few hours since William had left my company and now I am going to be sneaking aboard my Precious Duchess just to be close to him? Am I that desperate just to look at his face every minute of every day? Yes I guess I am. I wonder though how I could do this so that no one will recognise me. I look towards the pair of scissors lying on my dressing table. Yes I may have to although I'm not so sure I want to. I put the metal object into my hand, placing my fingers through the holes as I bring a piece of my curled hair to the scissors and I close my eyes.

I… can't do it. I just can't cut my hair. The only thing I ever prized about myself was how beautiful my hair is. Though I squeeze my eyes shut once more and I see one more thing… William. I see him placing his hand on my neck; his touch is so soft and delicate. His smile grew on his lips and he leans down and kisses me on mine. His moustache it tickles me though I do not laugh as the feeling crawling inside, it makes me comfortable in his hands. My lips part to surpass a moan when his tongue darts into my mouth, soft and yet wet with saliva. When his tongue reaches mine I get this sensation, which I have felt so many times in my dreams. But I sigh as I remember once again, that this… it was one of my dreams.

I open my eyes looking to the ground, by my feet. I had done it. Somehow as I daydreamt of a lip lock with William I managed to force those sheers on my hair. I knew I could do it now and to make my dream a reality as I cannot wait and see what happens. I owe it to him and to myself to see what his reaction would be if I were to kiss him. I know I'm not as adventurous as Elizabeth but I have to try. I take another few strands and keep cutting, making sure to keep my angle so my hair is all the one length. I bite my bottom lip as I take that last cut. It was hard as I looked at my appearance in the mirror. My once gorgeous long brown hair which curled around my waist is now above my shoulders in a roughly but desirable mess.

"Daddy will kill meh fer this." I mutter as I then let go of my dress to see what it is that I am wearing now. Just a few pieces of clothing I had found in my brother's room. I am wearing what seems to be a brown cotton top which amazingly enough fit my slender figure, a pair of long black baggy trousers which my black boots hold into place and a black with a golden buckle belt just under my chest. Thankfully all my curves are hidden so hopefully no suspiciousness will arise that I am a woman. I wear a hat over my hair to somewhat hide my feminine facial features. I feel so bare now without any make-up on but it is necessary for I cannot let William get away because I have to say it… I love him. I walk out of the door and passed the maids courtroom where Margarette and the others will all be. It pains me to leave them with little of a note but I must do this.

The Pressured Duchess should set sail soon enough and then I shall be aboard serving as a lowly kitchen cook. If there was one thing that Margarette had taught me when I was bored, that was how to cook. I just hope that I look all right even though I've assured myself over and over again. I turn one more corner and my magnificent ship is waiting their docked, waiting to sail out onto the dark blue sea. I form a fist with my hand and see an opening when everyone is too busy to notice me walk on. I somehow managed to go unseen so I gave one final sigh and placed my hand on the door to the kitchen cabin. Gee this was very unrealistic once I was a 'lady' and now I'm a 'cabin boy'? Well one can only laugh I suppose.

I give one look back onto the wooden boards of the deck to see William standing beside Mr. Gibbs. Oh I didn't realise that Mr. Gibbs would be here too as he would be another one easy enough to recognise me from inches away. So I must make a mental note – and I have – not to let him anywhere near me when around others who maybe startled with me around. Mr. Gibbs is one of them who believe it bad luck to have a woman on board a ship. No, you may not ask me how I know of this. I take in a deep breath and go down towards the ship's kitchen where I will most definitely live and sleep until the time is right to confront dear William. I must say I do not mind this so far but this could be because I am still connected to the land in some way. There is a dog here so I am not alone.

And hopefully if I pay my cards right, I won't be alone all of this adventure…