Unbreakable

Author: SouthamptonRose

Summary: Young Will Turner and Elizabeth Swann become best friends after she rescued him from the ocean. After arriving in Port Royal though, they are seperated for their differences. Will becomes the apprentice of the local blacksmith while Elizabeth is lectured about status and propriety. Their friendship is unbreakable though, but they have a hard time making others believe it. Pure random adorable W/E goodness!

Disclaimer: I do not own Will Turner, Elizabeth Swann, or any of the characters mentioned in this story. They belong to Jerry Bruckheimer and Disney. I can dream though. ;)

Elizabeth descended the stairs carrying a large tray filled with food. Will stared in amazement as she walked over to him and set the tray down by her feet. She wiped her hands together and groaned. "I only asked for a decent meal, and he gave me half of the kitchen!" She groaned again and sat down next to him. Will's eyes hadn't moved from the tray, and she tapped him lightly on the shoulder to get his attention. "Will; what is it?"

He quickly looked up at her and replied, "No, it is nothing. It is just…I have not seen so much food in my life."

She blushed slightly. "Yes well, you must forgive the cook as he got a bit excited at the task of making us lunch."

He raised his eyebrows. "Really?"

She blushed darker and her gaze quickly darted to her feet. "Yes."

Will crossed his arms and continued staring at her. "Elizabeth," he said in a threateningly low tone.

"Oh very well!" she exclaimed looking up and crossing her arms herself. "I told him your story and he felt so bad that he insisted on making you the best meal he had ever prepared." Her cheeks now resembled the shade of red roses.

He smiled. "Well that was very kind of him."

She nodded, relaxing her arms. "Yes, it was terribly kind, but that meant a longer wait and more to carry. I'm so sorry; I said I would be back shortly, and shortly certainly does not mean near two hours." She blushed again.

"It is fine," he said reassuringly. "In that time I have been able to think some things over. And," he said with a grin, "In that time my cough has once again disappeared."

She smirked. "Well let us hope that this time it doesn't come back."

"I do not believe it will," he said.

She watched him for a minute with her eyebrows furrowed, causing him to awkwardly stutter, "What; have I done something wrong?"

She shook her head. "No, not at all. I was just wondering…"

"Just wondering what?"

"How old are you, Will?"

"Oh," he said, relieved. "Twelve."

She grinned. "I am also."

"Really?" he asked. "When is your birthday?"

"12 April," she replied. "Yours?"

He straightened his back and lifted his chin proudly. "21 January."

"Oh, you are older than me!" she squealed, smacking him lightly on the arm.

"Well that is how is should be," he said matter-of-factly. "The men are always older than the women."

"Yes, well I still do not have to listen to you."

"I did not think you would."

"You should not presume things of other people," she said with a grin. "Especially if you have not known them for but a day. You can hardly learn anything in such limited time."

"I feel that I know you well enough to make my own assumptions, whether right or wrong. But so far, I have been fortunate enough as to have been right."

She grinned again. "Shall we eat then, you wise old man?" She leaned forward and picked up a delicious looking strawberry tart and stuffed it into her mouth.

He sighed. Not feeling like fighting back, he nodded. "We shall." And with that, Will Turner began to eat the most delicious meal he had ever had.

(A/N:) Another really short chapter...I kept trying to make it longer but finally gave up. There was simply nothing else that could be added. It was meant to be short and sweet. ;) I hope you think it is. Please review! I'll respond if I have the time/patience. lol.