This is the end of the prologue but very soon will be the start of the story as the movie goes with a twist. X SingeyLoveX

Chapter 4

I was stood there my whole body tense and pressed up to the doorsof the blacksmith's shop, then no one other than Elizabeth herself walks or should I say flounces past in another highly elaborate dress surrounded by other rich upper class girls and a maid who was holding a parasol. Elizabeth raised a perfectly groomed eyebrow and then whispered to one of her followers I blushed a shade of crimson both of the girls giggled and then upturned their noses and flounced away. The maid stood and smiled sweetly towards me and I smiled back in a mixture of sympathy for her and embarrassment for me. Then there was Elizabeth in a shrill voice she shrieked "Charlotte get here! What are you doing? Daydreaming?" Hurry up and get over here I will be becoming tanned like her" the last part she said angrily whilst pointing at me. I rolled my eyes and considered my options: I could go home and talk to Will about this tomorrow- and be a coward; I could be brave and march in there and defend Will or I could be in the middle of the road between the two and wait until Mr. Brown left and go and comfort Will. What am I going to do?

Annoyed with Elizabeth and unsure of what to do I decided to repetitively bang my head on the door until a solution hit me...literally. The door flew open after one hard thump with my head and I landed on my backside in the dirt in middle of the Blacksmiths. Sat there a bit dazed and embarrassed, and turned beetroot red in the face another curse which haunts me. That event made my decision for me! "What the hell is happening now...Who is she!" said Mr. Brown confusedly. Rubbing my bottom (how ladylike that may be) I stood up slowly Will rushed over to help me up. It was only then that I noticed how pale Will looked his normally tanned face had turned the same colour as milk. "Ah, this is your girl!" laughed Mr. Brown "I think personally even you could do better Turner. This is what's been distracting you from your work, is it? Well it won't be happening again!"

The first part he sneered at Will but the rest was shouted loudly at me. He roughly grabbed me by the arm and pulled me towards him, out of Will's hold. His breath stunk of cheap whiskey and he was easily only the same height as me, but why was Will still so afraid of him? If I look back on it now I could easily kill him and get out of the situation, but I was younger then and naive and innocent I almost always did as I was told and never rebelled. "Now my pretty" he whispered in my ear making me shudder and squirm "I would leave Turner alone as he will out of a job by morning he will need time to wallow in his grief." The man repulsed me in every way possible if it wasn't his mannerisms it was his appearance with that dirty untrimmed scraggly beard if not that his personal hygiene. "Or I suppose Turner ,you could use you her to your own pleasures, to console yourself from grief!"

I looked at Will in shock and he looked at me and then Mr. Brown broke the silence "Now get back to work!"Then he marched back to his house which neighboured the Blacksmiths and slammed his front door shut.

Will went and sat on the wagon trailer with his head in his hands. Please don't cry. Please don't cry I don't know how to console you and I don't want to see you cry. I picked up my basket and collected it's spilled contents from the floor. I dusted off the ginger cake on my dress and put it back in the basket, along with my knife and then went and plonked myself down next to Will on the trailer. I said the only thing I could then to try and console him, I stayed happy and in a very overly perky voice said "Ginger cake?" He slowly nodded his head I cut him a slice and we ate in silence. I was too afraid of what he'd say if I was the one to break it and how he's react. "Lids did you hear all of what he was saying before you came in?" asked Will quietly. I just simply nodded my head.

Just as Will took his last bite of ginger cake slowly ,looking glum and feeling sorry for himself , I became determined that we would get this work done. I stood up grabbed an apron from the rack -which I tied around my waist in a double bow, rolled my sleeves up and tied my hair up with a ribbon off my wrist. I marched over to the door and put on the closed sign. Then I began to deliver my orders: "Right Will, I am not going to let you lose your job because of me... Shush." I said as he tried to interrupt me "We will get all of this work done and don't try to convince me otherwise get on...And be positive!" We worked through the night non-stop I heated up the metal in the fire and cut the basic shape for the sword then Will did the intricate work and I started on the next one then I put them in their box which I presented nicely the front of it with a ribbon and wrote the card for Will on it and then he signed it and ticked it off on the order list. There was no denying that there was a huge amount of work that needed to be done, but Will and I always made a great team and so it was not going to be as dire as his boss made out.

The next morning Mr. Brown walked into his Blacksmiths shop to find two sleeping youths stretch out on his cart trailer and on the counter was a pile of finished orders next to their invoices. He was surprised that the boy finished it all which made him pleased that he didn't have to do it himself, but he was disappointed that he wouldn't get the pleasure of firing him.

I stirred and a daintily flickered open my eyes squinting into the bright morning sunshine, shielding my eyes from the glare "Oh my goodness, Will!" I said happily, shaking him awake. "Have you only just remembered?" Will laughed. "I know I've been so busy, I had forgotten all about my birthday being today! I can't believe it. Would you like to come over for breakfast? As I have to go home now. That way we can deliver our handy work after we have some Danish pastries!"We walked out into Port Royal probably causing rumours as we had been out all night, and were then returning to my house with our clothes wrinkled and me carrying my empty basket. Will nodded his head and pulled me off the cart trailer and removed me of the apron I was still wearing around my waist.

"Before we go though I have something I need to give you," Will said walking into the small stockroom of the shop. I waited patiently, for him to return and when he did he was holding a long and narrow wrapped box, he laid it on the counter and said " Happy birthday Lids," I eagerly pulled off the ribbon and tore through the paper, the box was just plain black I clicked the latch and lifted open the lid. Inside lay the most beautiful sword I had ever seen, its shining blade calling out for me to touch it. I lifted it out of the box and examined it, the handle was gold filigree and was elegant and fit my hand perfectly. At the top of the blade in looping handwriting, was engraved my initials "LS". "Thank you so much Will , it's beautiful and you have obviously spent a lot of time on it , but I have a question ... I don't want to sound rude but why a sword I know that it's your career but I wouldn't have a clue what to do with a sword if I tried!"I exclaimed trying to be polite but slightly confused. "That is exactly why I made it for you. When we both have some free time I will teach you how to fight as want you to be able to defend yourself encase anything should happen and ultimately I want you to e safe." Will cried and then added quietly "If you don't like it I can..." But I didn't allow him to finish "Will, shush, I love it and that is a really good idea, would you mind if I had this" I said pointing to one of the sword belts. He would not let me pay for it nor would he let me wear it home as he insisted about my image he said it would be ruined. I didn't care anyway but I did as I was told to please him.

As Will and I were walking to my home I saw a street artist and begged Will to have a portrait sketched with me of course as it was my birthday he gave in and once again insisted that I should not pay,it was so aggravating having him never let me pay for anything myself, but I learned to live with it as we wouldn't even pay for things a few weeks after that. The picture was lovely our two smiling face arm in arm. As soon as we returned back to the backers I immediately put it in a glass frame, and on display.

My father had bought me a brand new dress for my birthday which looked too expensive and deluxe for our family but not as exclusive and elaborate as one which Elizabeth would wear. The dress was a lush emerald green, made of satin, which father said would bring out my dark eyes and hair. The bodice was off the shoulder ,with a heart shaped plunge neckline, which finished in black lace along the top. It had layer after layer of petticoats and underskirts, I became fascinated by the whale-boned corset which I had never worn before. I ran to my room quickly to try it on.

It really did bring out my colouring and made a rather plain girl look beautiful; I put my hair up and went back in to model for the company. Admiral Norrington happened to be also in the shop wanting to purchase some honey and nut snaps (his particular favourite), I thought I had something in my hair by the way he was staring, and then rather bluntly said " Lydia, my god you have bloomed into a beautiful young woman ,happy birthday" he said and handed me the most beautiful pearl necklace he then continued, " and if you were higher in status such as Miss Swann I would ask for your hand in marriage", not very pleased by the last comment I merely replied : "Thank you Admiral soon to be Commodore, that will cost three shillings." He then paid smiled and left to which my father's jaw was practically on the floor and Will was muttering something about the Admiral liking anything in a corset. To which I slapped him hard on the arm. I ate my breakfast almost lunch , ok brunch in almost silence thinking about Elizabeth in some way she always influenced my life, I became obsessed with Elizabeth as a teenager as she seemed to have everything I wanted and didn't have dresses, parties, beauty, suitors and ultimately the love of a particular blacksmith. This was the day I turned sixteen and the say before I met Captain Jack Sparrow and became a pirate.