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A Pirate Father

Will Turner was at the back of the smithy laying some final touches into the Captain's future sword when he watched Elizabeth run up the hill. Seeing her with Captain Norrington the night before had crushed him.

He hated his father – more, detested the man. Will was certain he was falling in love with the Governor's youngest daughter, and wished he had been able to kiss her the morning before. Captain Norrington was the perfect choice for a son-in law. He was highly respected in the community, had no unfortunate relations, and had a considerable commission.

What did Will have? A pirate father. It didn't matter that he was the heir to his mother's fortune, or that his younger brothers were working hard to escape their father's shadow. William Turner was a respectable man thus, but his surname would always haunt him.

When he was done laying the gold on the sword, he placed it on one of the work benches, took one of the other swords he was making, shoved it into the hot coals before pulling it out, and pounding into it with the hammer.

This was his release, his display of anger. When he felt his shoulder aching, his hand burning with blisters, he dropped the hammer, wincing as it hit his toe, and placed the sword in the protector behind the donkey.

He hopped to a chair, and removed his boot, examining his toes to see if there was any damage. When he was satisfied that all that had happened was bruising, he replaced his shoe, but just sat in the chair, taking a moment to relax. He grabbed the bottle of his master's rum taking a mouthful and allowing the strong liquor to flow down his throat. He shook his head quickly, blinking and breathing deeply as he placed the bottle back on the shelf.

"Henry!" He called to his friend and workmate. "Feel like a duel?" He asked as the other man appeared around the corner.

"Always, mate."

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Elizabeth left the house later that afternoon. Georgia was busy entertaining Alistair, who seemed to have finally proposed to her, given the cries of happiness that came from the parlor a few minutes before Elizabeth left the house. Arthur was at the fort, Thomas was house hunting, and her father was in his study with some person important.

Elizabeth headed for the smithy, enjoying the sun beat against her body, the humidity indicating more rain was to come.

At the smithy, however, she was disappointed to discover that Will had returned home for the day.

The Turner household was one of the larger houses in Port Royal. It was built of a light stone and reminded Elizabeth of some country cottages she had seen in paintings from England. Inside she was directed to the parlor, and not long later, a short, plump woman, who had signs of distinct beauty, entered the room. Elizabeth immediately assumed her to be Adelaide Turner, William's mother.

Elizabeth stood to greet the woman but she held out her hand, motioning for her to remain seated. "I have long since lost the reason for young people to see me as greater." She moved towards Elizabeth.

"From my understanding Mrs. Turner, your husband's actions should not result in your being inferior to me." Elizabeth responded with mild levels of fear.

The older woman stood above her, looking down at Elizabeth and smiling almost cruelly. "You are a stupid girl." Elizabeth was almost certain she was about to be hit. "You are here because you have feelings for my son. I am not a fool Miss Swann. I hear my son speaking of you. And I also know that if your father were to know that you are here, he would be most displeased." She turned away from Elizabeth, moving to the sofa opposite.

"Forgive me, but I have five older siblings, three married, one engaged, and another holding a respectable position in the Royal Navy. I feel that I should be entitled to,"

"Do what you want? Marry whomever you choose?" The older woman interrupted. "You forget child that I hear about what happens at all parties and on the streets. I know you were presented into society last night, and that you were escorted by Captain Norrington for most of the night. The Turner name has been forever tainted by my husband's actions. Even if he were to return, nothing will come of it. My sons shall never be able to marry women such as yourself, no matter how pleasant, amiable or gentlemanly. It would do you good to remember, that for you to involve yourself with William, you shall taint your own family's name, and your sister shall not marry that Alistair Cassidy." Elizabeth was stung with the older woman's words. "Go home Miss Swann." And with that, Adelaide Turner stood and left the room, and Elizabeth breathing heavily, tears threatening to erupt.

A few moments later, just as Elizabeth was standing and making to fly from the house, the door opened revealing Will. He bowed to her, and immediately saw the tears.

"Miss Swann!" He gasped rushing toward her.

Elizabeth stepped back, smiling weakly and wiping her eyes. "Please Will, call me Elizabeth."

Will stopped, and confusion set in. "Did my mother speak to you?" He asked, taking a few steps towards her, wiping a fresh tear from her cheek.

Elizabeth felt electricity almost overpower her brain as he touched her, but no matter how much she wanted to, she couldn't move away from him.

"Yes she did." She responded.

Will moved to the door, shutting it. "I would prefer for people to hear muffles than clear dialects." He said as he headed to the sofa Elizabeth had been sitting on before, inviting him to join him. "I'm not going to ask what my mother said to distress you so, but I must tell you, last night, seeing you with Captain Norrington almost killed me."

Elizabeth turned her head to stare at him. "That's how I felt." She spoke, taking Will's hand in hers. "I don't want James Norrington to court me; I don't want any man to court me. Only you." She immediately felt her cheeks flush as she realized what she had said.

Will, who had been watching her speak, wanting nothing more than to kiss her moving lips, upon hearing her final confession, turned away from her, completely stunned.

"Wow!" He breathed quietly.

"I'm sorry, I shouldn't have said anything." Elizabeth began.

In that moment, Will turned back to face her, and moved to kiss her. Elizabeth was surprised when she felt lips press against hers, but quickly fell under the spell of the kiss, allowing herself to fall completely into Will's lips. She was completely certain she had never felt something as beautiful as what she was feeling in that moment, and was upset when Will moved away.

"Sorry." He breathed through swollen lips, resting his forehead against hers.

Elizabeth looked at him through her eyelashes, taking his head in her hands. "For what?" She smiled, kissing him.

Will smiled into the kiss, wrapping his arms around her waist, and shifting, pulling her onto his waist.

At the door, Adelaide Turner stood listening intently, a small mirror under the door attempting to watch what was happening. As she observed her son with Elizabeth Swann, she smiled to herself, glad that she hadn't left.

"They will be very happy together." She whispered, removing the mirror and straightening, leaving the door.

Her eldest son was nothing like her husband. The senior William Turner was a man who had long held an adventurous nature. That was what had been the main attraction. Certainly he was handsome, but it was that yearning for adventure that had decided who her husband was to be. She just never thought his yearning for adventure would take him away. The junior William Turner didn't have that adventurous streak; he just wanted to marry a beautiful woman and make her happy.

Adelaide walked up the stairs and headed for her private parlor, beginning to make plans on how her son and Elizabeth Swann were going to be able to make their relationship work.

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