14. The World's Your Oyster

"Will Turner! There's the Big Dipper!" I exclaim, slurring my speech as I point to the sky.

"It really does look like a saucer!" he replies in amazement while squinting his eyes to get a better look at the star formation.

"I…I…think that the Greeks figured out what the sky looks like," I explain to him, "see, they called all the different things like Hercules and Orion…" I stop talking, realizing that I am too drunk even to comprehend ancient Greeks, let alone constellations in the sky and who they were named after. Will looks at me quizzically and then releases this adorable high pitched laugh. I start laughing at his laugh and soon I topple over and lay on the ground.

"Will, what will happen if we fall off the crow's nest?" I ask suddenly, my voice soft.

"I think it will hurt quite a bit," he replies with a grin as he peers over the edge.

"Then let's not fall then," I say, shutting my glazed eyes briefly.

"You know, I don't supposed Elizabeth would ever drink as much as we did tonight," Will examines drunkenly as he holds up the empty rum bottles. I open my eyes and look over at him and sit up, leaning my back against the separated wooden pillars.

"I don't suppose she would," I reply, taking one of the bottles from him and sipping one last drop of rum.

"She would have been a horrible wife—I'm sure of it," he says finally, his eyes glazing over with tears.

"Will! What did we promise? No Jack or Elizabeth at our rum party!" I exclaim frantically, waving my arms about.

"I know—I just feel really…" Will pauses.

"You feel what?" I ask, squinting at him to focus my train of thought.

"Drunk," he laughs suddenly as he puts his arm around me. I laugh with him and then hiccup.

"Excuse me!" I declare with laughter. Will laughs along with me and releases me from his hold.

"A fine example of a lady you are!" He exclaims.

"Hey—no insults! It's my birthday, remember!?" I retort, looking angry at him.

"There was no insult there! You excused yourself for a hiccup—hardly necessary," he explains with a smile. His dark eyes glisten in the dark as they gaze at me momentarily.

"What?" I ask, fully aware of his sudden gaze.

"I never noticed your eyes are green," he says finally, looking intently at me and my eyes.

"Well, green they are!" I reply with a bright smile. He just keeps gazing at me, not saying anything.

"Will, what is it?" I ask, a little scared that maybe he would throw up on me. Saying nothing, he brushed my hair back from my face, leaned in and placed a soft kiss on my lips.

"You're so beautiful," he says when he pulls away. Shocked, I say nothing in response. I sit there blinking idly. "You're not just beautiful outside, but you're beautiful inside. You care about people and you are kind and gentle and…beautiful—for lack of a better word,"

"I…I…wow," I stutter.

"I was afraid I shouldn't have kissed you. I am terribly sorry if I made you uncomfortable, Lindsey. That is the last thing I wanted to do," he apologizes.

"No, I'm not uncomfortable at all! I just wasn't expecting that," I explain. We both pause. I smile and then kiss him back. When I go to pull away, he pulls me closer to him and deepens his kiss.

After passionately kissing for quite some time, I pull away. "Will," I finally pull away from his kiss.

"What is it?" he asks drowsily, adjusting his pants and a frown forming on his mouth.

"Is this what you want?" I ask.

"Want what?" he asks, too drunk to comprehend anything I'm saying.

"Me. Do you want me?" I ask simply.

"Yes," he replies without hesitation, "I want you," His eyes gaze into my own as he says this and my heart melts.

"Are you sure?" I ask, entranced by his stare.

"One-hundred percent," he replies and then smiles.

"Okay then." I respond with a smile. He immediately places his hands on my face and kisses me, pulling me closer to him. We kiss like that for some time until I decide to make a move.

"I'm gonna show you how things are done where I'm from," I whisper in his ear as I suck and nibble his ear lobe. I climb on top of him and unbutton his vest and shirt. I kiss his neck and jaw line and suck on his Adam's apple. He releases a vocal sigh and then kisses my lips.

As things start getting hot and heavy my mind suddenly flashes to Jack and our two nights we had spent together. I then realize that I'm pretending I'm kissing Jack and not Will. We keep kissing and I can't help but feel that Will is doing the same thing—pretending I'm Elizabeth. I decide to test my theory.

"Oh Will, I can't wait until we're married again," I say with a British accent pretending to be Elizabeth.

"Mmm, me too," he says he continues to kiss me. I pull away from him instantly.

"Ah HA!" I exclaim.

"What?!" He asks, suddenly surprised by my gesture.

"I were pretending I was Elizabeth," I say, matter of factly.

"No I wasn't!" He exclaims and then becomes silent as he realizes what he just said to me.

"It's okay Will," I say more calm, "I know I love her and to be honest, I think deep in her heart she loves you too,"

"You think so?" he asks, his eyes a bit lighter in hopes she may love him still.

"I do. I don't care what I guys said earlier. You two thought you were married! You're gonna be married again, Will. It's written in the stars for you guys," I smile at him, hoping that my fate is written in the stars with Jack.

"I do love her, Lindsey, and I feel awful about this," he says, suggesting our make-out session. I laugh and smile at him.

"Don't worry about it—I was imaging you were Jack," I reply. Will laughs and then sighs.

"Well at least we now know what we're fighting for when the time comes," he says.

"Yeah—the world is our oyster, Will!" I exclaim with a smile, suddenly excited to get Jack back and win him over for myself.