"You missed a spot."

My voice rang through the small blacksmith workshop, bouncing off the walls making it echo. Will stopped sweeping and looked up at the beam I was sitting on above him and glared at me.

"If you think my cleaning skills are that bad you can come down here and do it yourself."

I slid off the beam, landed on two feet, and walked over to him. "I can't because first of all: I don't work here; and secondly: I don't want too."

He sighed and went to back to sweeping, mumbling curses under his breath.

I looked around, noticing that he and I were the only ones in the workshop at the present time. I sat down in Mr. Brown's chair and watched as Will swept the floor angrily.

"Why are you so angry?" I asked, making him stop once more and looked at me.

"Because, you keep interrupting me when I'm trying to do my work."

I smiled; after knowing Will for so long, you know that whatever he told you when you asked him a question about how he was feeling probably wasn't the truth.

"You're not mad at me, you're just frustrated by the situation and you're taking out on me."

"What situation?" He asked, but I ignored him and continued.

"It was just like yesterday when I was making a dress and I poked myself with the needle and called you an ugly haired mega bitch. That's why we made the rule about not taking our anger out on one another even when we're pissy about other stuff."

"Look, I don't have time for this...and I don't even know what you're talking about." He said, going back to sweeping the floor.

I smiled. "It's about Elizabeth, isn't it?"

He stopped for a split second then went back to sweeping; he tried to find his face from me even though I could see the hint of red starting to cover his face. "I don't know what you're talking about."

I laughed. "You're a horrible liar."

"Leave me alone." He responded, his face very red now.

"So it is about Elizabeth! Would you like to tell me why?" I asked, raising my eyebrows at his awkward behavior.

"It's none of your business!"

I laughed at him. "Look, Will. I sleep in the same room with you every night, I help you out in the workshop, and you are always there to help me when something goes wrong. Face it. You're like an older brother to me."

I stepped closer to him. "And if you're my older brother...that makes me the annoying little sister that butts into your business and knows everything that goes on in your life. So you can either tell me, or I can just read your journal later and find out what really is bothering you."

He sighed and set down the broom.

"I don't have a journal, okay? And whatever it is that's bothering me is none of your business."

"I thought it was about Elizab-"

"IT'S NOT ABOUT ELIZABETH!"

"Liar."

He threw a sword handle at me that I dodged; laughing as I did.

"You're acting like one of those love-sick school girls on Valentine's Day!"

He threw a mallet at me which missed my head about seven inches.

"And now you're in denial!"

"CASSANDRA! GET OUT!" He ordered me, which I ignored.

I almost fell down laughing. "I can't believe you're in love with a girl who-" I couldn't hold in my laughter long enough to finish my sentence; I held onto the edge of the work bench to keep myself steady.

When I had reached the end of my laughing spree; I looked up to see Will on the other side of the workshop turned around, not looking at me, and sitting on a bar stool. I suddenly wanted to smack myself; he probably was thinking of ways of how he could get me back, like not practicing sword fighting with me anymore.

"Look, Will. I'm sorry." I said, slowly walking over to him.

"Don't be." He said, sighing. "It doesn't matter, she wouldn't like me anyway."

"Oh, Will. You can't be so sure about-"

"I am sure, Cass. Why would she pick me over Norrington or anybody else that's on her rank?" He said, looking at me with his dark brown eyes. "And would anyone else on this bloody island think I would have a chance with her? They all expect me to marry YOU!"

What he said gave me the mental image of me walking down the isle with him waiting for me; the thought made me want to hurl.

"Will-"

"And don't think that people haven't asked you the same things they ask me! 'Mr. Turner, when are you and Miss Livingston going to finally tie the knot? You two seem very close.' "

Honestly, no one had ever asked me something like that.

"Um, sure. They always do..." I lied, hoping it wasn't obvious. No such luck; he cringed and looked at me.

"They never ask you?"

I bit my lip. "Maybe..."

"Damn."

We sat there in silence for a moment before I put a hand on his shoulder. "Will, I think maybe you need some time for your thoughts." I said, starting to leave. He reached and out grabbed my hand, pulling me back.

"I can't stay here alone right now."

"Well, come on, then." I said, pulling him up off the chair and tugging him toward the door. "Let's not wait for the grass to grow."

He smiled and was about to open the door with his other hand when I stopped him.

"What?"

I pointed to the hand that was still holding onto mine.

"If we go out like that, it'll just give people another reason why they think we're going to get married someday."