Do you fear death?
The Dutchman and the Pearl are now attached together by the mast as both their captains struggled to control their ships in the maelstrom. On the ships themselves, swords rung and whirled in a silvery haze, too fast for anyone to see anything but. The fighting was fierce too; Neither side was giving up and neither side was winning. And amongst all the hate and evil, two lovers fought side by side, defending each other, defending one another and protecting each other.
"Will," she cried as she kicked an EITC soldier away from her. "Are you alright?"
"I'm fine!" he yelled, trying to restrain his injured arm. He had a wound he had received from blocking a blow intended for Elizabeth.
From time to time, Will had to admit he did glance at Elizabeth to check on how she was ding. He knew she was quite capable of defending herself, and that she hated it when he worried too much about her. But Will had never been so scared in his life; not even for his own life but for Elizabeth's. God knows he'd never forgive himself for being there to protect her. To willingly sacrifice his life for her happiness.
10 yrs. ago…….
Elizabeth burst into the smithy suddenly, her hair flying over her head as her eyes rested on Will fearfully.
"What is it Ms. Swann?" Will asked politely, truing to wide the worry from showing. He offered her a seat on the bench, hating the scared look on her face.
"Father says I shouldn't see you anymore—at least not that often,"she sighed rather dramatically. "He says it's not proper."
Young, naïve Will Turner's heart sank into the pit of his stomach although he tried to keep his calm. The governor was probably right though; he was nothing more than a poor boy and she, the governor's daughter. He wasn't worthy. "I s'pose he's right, though," he said dejectedly and offering her a weak smile. There was a feeling he seemed to only know when she was around: his stomach would flutter, his heart would beat faster. He really wanted to know why.
"But I shan't, Will. You're my best friend in the world!"
An awkward little hand rested on her shoulder and patted her lightly. It felt nice.
Will blushed at her declaration, slightly flattered with her words. He cleared his throat and said, "You're my best friend too, Ms. Swann."
"It's Elizabeth, Mr. Turner," she teased him playfully.
Her words echoed in his heart comfortingly as it rose a little from where it had fallen in the pit of his stomach. She was his best friend, and he loved her. Perhaps one day she could love him too. The way he always had. And from then on, Will Turner vowed to always protect this angel—his angel. Even at the cost of his life.
Will, still lost in his memories, all of a sudden just realized there was a ring of men around him. Each was from The Dutchman and bore tentacles and a slimy face. His sore hand hung limply and numbly on his side as the rain dropped icily on his skin. He fought as hard as he could and suddenly felt an overwhelming feeling of desperation and fear.
Elizabeth, noticing that his fiancée was in deep trouble, quickly fought off the man she was battling with and rushed to his aid at once.
"Elizabeth! What are you doing here?" he asked—more like shouted—as he strained to hear his own voice over the raging rain. Also, he was grateful.
She grinned at him, slashing her sword at the nearest pirate. "Rescuing you, of course."
It had never been such a relief for him, to see her wielding and slashing a sword, coming to his aid. The cold rain numbed his arm helpfully as he swung his own weapon toward someone's head. "Thank you, then."
Her high spirits crumbled down as she noticed blood running down his limp arm. Her face fell in worry and concern as she gasped, "Does your arm feel alright? I'm sorry—it's my fault you're hurt."
Will whirled around, barely missing the sword aiming for his head. Angrily, he pierced his at the man's chest and pulled it out fast. "I'm fine, Elizabeth!"
"I hope you are," she muttered to herself. And then it hit her: Will and her had a great chance of getting hurt, physically. And maybe, one of them wouldn't make it. Elizabeth had the sudden urge to kiss Will as tears fell from her eyes. Then she pulled him into one. Passionate. Romantic. And quite sad. Sad that it might be their last.
Well, I realized how awful the 2nd chapter was so I took it off. I wasn't really in the right mood when I wrote it. I was sulking because my grades got a bit lower.Just a bit, though. I'm truly sorry and I hope that you will give this story another chance. Truly, very sorry.
Disclaimer: Nothing belongs to me, maybe only the plot though. And not even all of it.