Will still didn't look at her, but he took the water, poured it out, and left it in the sink. He took the fish that was thrown into a barrel and chopped it up and threw it onto a skillet; Elizabeth watched in amazement.

Will took some of the rice and mixed it in with some beans and took the finished fish and dropped them in. He wrapped up twelve fish tacos. In ten minutes, he was done.

"Get the bread Miss Swann," he mumbled. Elizabeth did as she was told and trailed out with the bread and set it in the middle of the table. She took her spot, beside Tia Damala and reached out for the food. She put a taco on her plate and picked it up and ate it.

She couldn't deny it; Will was great at cooking. Will reached from one but Barbosa had already taken two, so he reached for some bread. Elizabeth stared at her plate, the half eaten taco. She looked up at will, who met her eye contact, and she pointed to the plate.

"want it?" she mouthed.

He shook his head and reached for another piece of bread.

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Elizabeth was laying in her hammock. She wasn't falling asleep. She was thinking of a certain blacksmith. She sighed and thought about dinner. Will was on watch tonight. He had barely anything for dinner. She picked up the lantern at her left and walked out of the door quietly.

The warmth hit her face as she opened the door. She saw Will leaning against the edge, looking out at the water. She opened the door to the kitchen, so quietly he didn't move. She looked through the kitchen and found what she was looking for.

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She looked at him, and took in a deep breath. It was only her true love. Who saw her kissing his friend. And probably knew she killed him. Considering, could this be so hard?

Yes, yes it could.

She walked over to him and clinked down a bowl. He looked at her then looked at the bowl.

"Pasta," she said. She slid it over. "For you."

He looked up at her.

"Why?"

"Because," she said. "You ate bread. For dinner."

"I'm used to it." He said. "I'm okay."

She looked at him.

"Please? It's chicken flavored…"she offered like a child as she waved it in him face.

"I'm not hungrey," he said. "I'm really okay."

Elizabeth looked him.

"I'll leave it out for you." She started to walk away when he called.

"Thanks Elizabeth."

She blushed.

"Your Welcome Will."