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True to their word, Elizabeth and Margaret both spared time almost every day to visit Will. And since then he hadn't received any letters. The two of them were very welcome company to the boy and he would work while they talked to him. There were even a few times when they'd come together and that was always fun too.

"It's about 3:30."

"I'd better get a move on. Got to get back to work."

"So soon? Good luck today," Elizabeth said.

"Thanks. We're finishing up that red dress today. Can't wait till that bloody thing is outta the shop."

She waved momentarily to Will who was still busy so he quickly waved and got back to work. That left Will and Elizabeth in the shop. Alone.

This was the first time in what felt like ages that they'd been in the same room together since at least a few weeks ago when she visited about her father's gift.

"Will?" The man's head was turned away from her so she rolled her eyes and tried again. "Will?"

He jumped and turned to find her still sitting there. "I thought you were going with Margaret?"

"No," she simply said.

Will just shrugged. "Well, I've got a lot of work to do myself so..."

"I don't mind staying. Do you mind if I take a bit of a look around?"

"Feel free to but stay out here in the work area alright. I don't want to have you getting hurt or anything while not in my line of vision."

"I am perfectly capable of walking without getting injured."

She didn't notice for some reason that she had grabbed the sharp end of a sword and it sliced the top of her right hand open just enough to cause blood to spill.

"See what happened," Will said walking over.

He quickly examined it before taking her over to the kitchen and having her sit down. He rummaged around a moment before finding a bowl and piece of cloth. He poured some fresh water into the bowl and brought it over to the table and sat down next to her.

"This might just sting a little," he said before placing the piece of cloth into the bowl.

Carefully he began to tie the cloth to her hand. She flinched as he made sure that it was tight and before she knew it, he was finished.

"Thank you," she said.

"It was my pleasure. Now, if you'll excuse me I've got some work to do," he said with a smile as he stood up.

Elizabeth smiled at her hand. Will Turner had just touched her hand. He had made sure that she had proper care and she was grateful he had been there. What could have possibly been on her mind at the time to cause her to not notice that sword?

Will smiled as he walked back to work. He had just taken care of Elizabeth. He remembered, back when they were young and had just met, that her father had asked that she take care of him. It seemed that he had returned the favor.

For the next hour or so he continued to be hard at work as Elizabeth remained where she had been. There was then a knocking on the smithy door.

"Come in," he shouted so as to be heard.

There was no turning of the knob but the knocking persisted. Will was confused and nervous.

"Who is it?" Elizabeth asked coming out of the back room.

"I don't know but stay back just in case." Will grabbed the closest weapon to him (which was a hammer) and went to the door. He quickly opened it and looked outside. No one was there.

"Will," he heard Elizabeth gasp.

He turned and there was another message on his door beneath another knife. He removed it and brought it inside to read. Elizabeth seemed to run over because she wanted to see it as well.

One Down, One to Go.

I love you Will and I want you to be mine.

"What is it written in," Elizabeth asked.

Will put his finger onto it. It was still warm. "Blood."

Silently they both wondered how someone could do this in broad daylight and without anyone seeing them. They looked at each other and tried to contemplate the message.

"One down, one to go. What could that possibly mean?" Will asked.

Elizabeth shrugged before looking at her wrapped hand. She was still here. "Margaret," she said with wide eyes.

Will's thoughts suddenly followed her own.

Together the two of them ran to her family's shop.

"Will, Miss. Swann. What a pleasant surprise," Margaret's father said.

"Good afternoon Mr. Gilmore. Is Margaret in at the moment?" Will asked.

"Can't say that she is. She went to make a delivery with Freddie."

"Thank you," the two of them said at once before running out again.

Will looked down. "There," he said pointing.

Elizabeth looked and there were hoof marks.

"I made the shoes. Come on," he said grabbing her hand.

They followed the tracks as far as they could before it turned into grass. At this point it was nearly dusk.

"You don't need to come any further Miss. Swann," Will said.

"If you think I came all this way so that you could get killed then think again," Elizabeth said walking in front of him.

Together they trekked into the unknown.

"Margaret," they called out.

There was nothing but silence for a few moments before a horse's whinny got their attention. They ran as fast as they could before they came upon a sort of clearing. There was Freddie moving around and lying on the ground unconscious was Margaret. Will went to soothe the animal while Elizabeth checked on the girl.

"Is she alright?" Will asked.

"I don't know. We need to bring her into town."

Will nodded. "Okay, you take the horses reigns and I'll carry Margaret."

Together they walked back to town and back to her parent's home.

Bet you didn't see this coming.

Gotta love the W/E-ness