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 belive it. Pure random adorable W/E goodness!!!

Disclaimer: Once again, I do not own Elizabeth or Will. They belong to Disney and Jerry Bruckheimer. ;)

Elizabeth stared up at the chandelier hanging from her ceiling. She was in her bed, unable to sleep. She watched the dim flames of the candles inside it flicker slightly in the breeze drifting from her window. It was open because she always felt trapped if all the windows and doors were closed. The silky green curtains framing it were drawn back with silver strings so that she could see the dark sky outside. Only a few stars glittered, making it difficult to see anything, but the faint glow the dimly lit candles in the chandelier tinted the whole room in a pale gold.

Elizabeth's eyes wandered to her door as she heard footsteps coming from the other side. Slowly, it was opened, and her father entered. He moved slowly and cautiously, trying not to make a sound.

"It is alright, Father," she said. "I am awake."

His shoulders relaxed and he walked over to her bed. "I was just going to check on you. What are you doing, up at this hour?"

"Well you are up too, obviously."

He smiled. "Elizabeth, you are twelve and I am…well, older than you."

She shrugged. "I know. I just cannot sleep."

He sighed and sat down on the edge of her bed. "It is nearly one in the morning, darling. Is something troubling you?"

She shook her head. "No, Father. You know me; late into the night is my favorite time. It is just so peaceful. Surely you can understand."

He nodded. "You got your love of the night from me." He reached over and laid his hand on top of hers. "But Liz, you should really try and get some sleep."

She sighed but nodded her agreement. "I suppose so."

He smiled. "Good girl." He kissed her cheek before rising to his feet and walking towards her door. Before he closed it though, he glanced back at her and smiled. "Goodnight."

She smiled back. "Goodnight Father."

Elizabeth watched until the light from the outside passageway had disappeared and her doorknob clicked shut. She head her father's footsteps grow quieter and finally she couldn't hear them at all. She sighed and stared out her window at the barely visible stars. They twinkled faintly, adding to the serene atmosphere. She smiled. This was why night was her favorite time.

She pushed her sheets back and pulled her legs from the thick comforter. Then she swung her legs over the side of the bed and rose to her feet. Trying to be as quiet as possible, she went over to the window, walking on her toes. The breeze blew her hair around and sent chills down her back. Her nightgown was quite beautiful, with a long train and a graceful lace bodice, but it was unfortunately very thin. She ignored this fact though, and leaned forward, folding her arms on the windowsill. She closed her eyes and allowed the cool air to cover her face.

Elizabeth sighed. Morning would come in a few hours, and she would be horribly tired and completely out of it if she didn't get sleep, but she just could not. Quite honestly, something was on her mind. Something was troubling her, though she had not told her father. This troublesome matter concerned Will, and it had been on her mind for a few days. She felt so terrible that she was sleeping in this large, elegant room fit for a queen, with a chandelier, silk curtains, and four-poster bed with draw around curtains while he was alone in the cold, dark hold beneath her feet, sleeping on a pile of musty old blankets. She was not any better than he was, and she thought it unfair to be treated as such.

There were no rooms available though, unfortunately, and she knew her father would have a field day if she let him into hers. So she had decided on the only semi-reasonable option; she would go to him. She could bring some candles and her comforter and one of her pillows stuffed with the down feathers of young chickens. Will would not have to feel so alone and she would not have to feel so terribly guilty. Yes, that was the best choice.

Elizabeth glanced back at her door. It was still shut, and it was quiet on the other side. She grinned and walked back to her bed, still cautiously though, for she would surely be in trouble if caught. Quickly, she pulled her comforter off and let it collapse in a mound on the wooden floor. Then she tossed one of her pillows on top, not her favorite one, but her second favorite. Finally, she went over to her vanity and pulled open the top drawer where she had a large supply of candlesticks. She took out four and a match as well.

As she looked up, she could not help but stop and stare at her reflection in her large mirror. Even in the dim light, she groaned, frustrated at the sight of her hair. Any breeze, no matter how little, always gave it an extremely messy and windblown look. Plus she had been lying in bed for a long time, further adding to the disaster. She sighed and reached for her hairbrush, which was lying on top of the vanity.

After thoroughly brushing her hair through for a good ten minutes, Elizabeth set down her brush, satisfied. She had decided she felt rather foolish worrying so much about her appearance, but not enough so that it had stopped her. Just to keep on the safe side, she pulled a large satin ribbon from one of her drawers and tied her hair back in a bow to prevent it getting tangled again. She glanced once more at her reflection and smiled.

"Much better," she thought aloud. She picked up her candles and turned away before another fault in her features could distract her. After laying the candles on her bed, she walked over to her dresser and took a coat from one of the hangers. She quickly slipped it on over her nightgown and instantly felt warmer. Then she walked back to the bed and put the candlesticks and match in her outside pocket. She turned and looked at her door as she had twenty or so minutes ago, once again making sure her father was not coming again. After a minute of silence, she turned away and picked up her pillow. Then she slung the comforter over her shoulder like a sack. She smiled. Finally, she was ready.

Elizabeth cautiously stuck her head out the door. It was very dark out in the passageway, but it seemed deserted. She crept outside and slowly closed her door. Then she started to the left, towards the deck. She was honestly quite fearful of stepping completely outside and dreaded that she would be forced to. There was always someone at the helm, and she would be caught for sure. But still, she would try. Even with her fear, she was determined. And she never backed away from a challenged. These were two traits Elizabeth had inherited from her mother. There were many others as well, but those were not important now. What was important was that she managed to sneak across the deck unnoticed by a man named James Norrington who was at the helm.

With a sly grin, Elizabeth stepped down onto the staircase that would lead her down to the cargo hold. As she descended, she noticed how unbearable darker it became with each step. To damper her fear of the blackness, she felt around for a candle in her pocket. She lit it with the match and instantly, a bright glow emitted from the orange flame, flooding the space around her with golden light. She descended the final steps and finally felt the cold oak floor beneath her bare feet.

As she glanced around, searching for Will. She heard him before she saw him. He groaned in a fashion that of someone being woken too early, which he had, by her doing she suspected. Her eyes flicked to the corner where the sound had come and she faintly could see him sitting up and rubbing his eyes.

After a minute, he looked up at her dim figure and asked, "Elizabeth?"

She smiled and made her way over to him. "Hello Will." She was now close enough to clearly see the surprise and disbelief in his eyes.

"What are you doing here?" he asked.

She shrugged, suddenly feeling shy and deciding she did not want him to know of her reasoning. She knew he wouldn't laugh or taunt her, but she suddenly felt foolish beyond belief. After a minute's pause, she softly said, "I wanted to see you."

Thankfully, the light was dark enough so that he could not see her blush, but in truth, he was as red as she was. Trying to change the topic, he asked, "This early?"

"I could not sleep," she explained. "So I thought I would go see you. You said you were normally up late into the night like me."

He nodded.

"Were you asleep?" she asked hesitantly.

He nodded again.

"Oh Will, I'm so sorry! Please forgive me. It was not my intention at all to wake you." Guilt showed plainly on her face.

"It's fine." He smiled. "Though if I may be so bold as to ask, what was, or is, your intention?" He paused, noticing what she was carrying. "And did it happen to require you bringing your bed along?"

She blushed, flustered. This time the light allowed him to see, and he immediately regretted attacking her so. "I'm sorry," he said quickly. "You do not have to answer."

After a minute, she said, "No; it is fine. It is just…I felt bad that you had to be down here all alone at night, so I wanted to give you some company." She blushed again. "If that is alright of course."

He smiled. "Of course."

A smile finally graced her lips. She dropped her comforter and pillow by her feet and then walked over to an old desk behind Will. She placed her candle in one of the three empty holes in an elaborate gold holder she had noticed a few days ago. Then she took two more candles out of her pocket, lit them with the flame and placed them in the holder. Once the lights were all burning and it was easier to see, she walked back to where her comforter lay and collapsed on top of it.

"Do you have any idea of the time?" Will questioned, pushing his long black hair from his face.

"I think my father said it was one when he checked on me some thirty minutes ago," she murmured, still sprawled atop her thick emerald green comforter. She reached randomly behind her in hopes of grasping her pillow, but it was a good five feet out of her reach.

Will watched her with an amused grin on his face, but after a minute he got up and retrieved the pillow for her himself, for she certainly was making no move to.

"Thank you," she said, reaching for it, but he lifted it higher so that she could not grasp it.

"Wait," he said as he watched her lips draw together in a pout. "I promise I am not stealing it." He knelt down next to her. "Lift your head up."

She obliged, understanding as he slipped the pillow beneath her head. "Thank you," she said again.

He grinned. "You're very welcome, Miss Swann."

She rolled her eyes. "Not that. Please, anything but that."

"Anything?" he asked.

"No," she said quickly, realizing her mistake. "No; just Elizabeth or Lizzie, though I must advise you not to use the latter if my father is about as he will not approve of it. Heaven knows it took me long enough to get him to agree to you calling me Elizabeth."

"He talked to you about that?" he asked, surprised.

She nodded. "Oh yes. A very long and boring lecture on the rules of society and what it means to allow one to call upon one by one's first name." She shook her head. "Absolute rubbish."

"I told you I would get into trouble with him!"

"But you did not. It was me," she said matter-of-factly. "But I really do not care, for I am used to it. I was not even paying attention for the most of it."

Will sighed. "I would have guessed, considering who this is."

She rose up to a sitting position and looked him straight in the eye. "And what is that supposed to mean?" she asked with an amused grin.

"Only that you do not care much for rules."

She shrugged. "Why should I?"

"Because they are set for a reason."

"What if that reason is of no importance to me?"

He sighed again. "I am not going to fight you, Elizabeth."

"Because you know you will not win." She smiled teasingly.

He had to smile back. "No, but thanks anyway."

"You're welcome. I shall even prove it to you someday."

He smirked. "Perhaps."

"No; most definitely."

"I would not say that, Elizabeth. You know how you terribly loathe being proved wrong." He smiled again.

She flopped back against her pillow. "Do not worry. That will not happen."

Will sighed for the third time. "You are the most independent, head-strong girl I ever knew."

"Well how many girls did you know?" she inquired, not fully paying attention.

He was silent for a long while. "You, Mother, and a young girl who lived down the street that was much more agreeable than you are."

She shrugged. "Three is not near enough to draw experience from. Though I will tell you that you are right."

"Right about what?" he asked, confused.

"Me being irrationally independent and utterly stubborn. Both traits from my mother," she said, her voice growing slower and quieter. Will did not seem to notice though.

"My mother was rather quiet and reserved. I confess I am having a bit of a trouble picturing yours due to the fact that I never had a mother that would dream of doing anything against society. Of course, we were not rich at all, so it did not really matter all that much, but she still insisted upon it most strictly." He shook his head. "Did your mother have so much regard for the rules as you?"

There was no answer, which seemed quite odd because Elizabeth had not stopped talking since she had arrived. The quiet did not feel right.

"Elizabeth?" Will turned and looked down at her, instantly biting his tongue to silence it.

She was fast asleep. Her eyes were closed and her mouth was in a slight smile, which brought one to his face. He carefully took some of the excess comforter that she was not atop and tucked her in. She looked so peaceful, and Will could not help but notice how pretty she was. Long, thick eyelashes, sharply arched eyebrows, a long thin nose, full red lips, and beautiful snowy skin.

After a minute, he caught himself and looked away. His cheeks were burning as he rose to his feet and went over to the desk. She would most certainly be a sight as she grew older, but Will quickly forbade any and all thoughts that entered his mind. She was of much higher status, and she was his friend. His best friend…his only friend. He could not possibly even think of doing something that could change that.

Will blew out the candles that were still burning away in the gold holder. Absolute darkness quickly enveloped him. He carefully found his way back to his 'bed' and lay down. He knew he was starting to develop a crush on Elizabeth, but he knew she did not feel the same way. It was so conspicuous in her features every time they locked eyes that she saw him only as a friend. A playmate. Someone to talk to and laugh with. And he was fine with that. Anything just to spend time with her. Anything just to see her smile.

Will smiled as he started to drift off, knowing he would awaken in the morning with her just a few feet away. She would hurry him to get ready for breakfast and then drag him up the stairs, almost like a mother would. But he knew she was just impatient. He didn't mind though. It just added to her already oh-so-interesting personality. He had decided days ago that he would never meet another girl like Elizabeth Swann. And he knew he was right.

(A/N:) Yeah! Finally a long-ish chapter! Lol. Sorry...took me a few days to write...yup, I'm out of pre-written chapters. That's why I won't be updating just quite so often. Sorry...but school and homework are requirements unfortunately. Hope for another chapter in a week or so. ;)