7. Mascara
Swipe to the left. Swipe to the right.
Elizabeth Swann's attention was solely focused on the mirror and mascara tube in front of her, something that amused Will Turner greatly.
She could never keep her mouth closed and her lovely amber eyes widened to the size of saucers when applying the stuff. He glanced back to road they were traveling down and tried to keep the grin off his face.
He and Elizabeth were on their way to the engagement party Elizabeth's father was throwing for them. It was a very important event for Weatherby Swann and he wanted it to be perfect. They had agreed on the date months ago but when the actual day rolled around Will arrived at Elizabeth's apartment to find her in her pajamas with her nose buried in a novel.
After the initial panic wore off Elizabeth was showered, in a light sundress, and running to the car, shoes and mascara in hand. All in all, Will thought they could make it in fairly good time considering the circumstances, arriving only fifteen minutes late.
Will stole another glance at his new fiancé. She'd finished with the right eye and had moved to the left, her face squinted in concentration.
When he looked back to the road the light they were approaching changed and suddenly Will was stomping on the brakes to avoid driving into oncoming traffic. There was a loud squawk and a loud thump from the seat beside him.
The car jerked to a rough stop and he looked to over to see what had happened to Elizabeth. Black grooves had been smeared over her left cheek and her shoes had gone flying onto the dashboard. Her eyes showed a mixture of shock and irritation.
"Will?"
"Sorry, baby, the light changed."
But she was already trying to wipe the goop from her face. "Oh, this is just perfect. Just what I needed today. First my razor breaks and now this."
Concerned at the vigor with which she was scrubbing, Will attempted to set her at ease. "It's alright. It'll come off, won't it? I mean, it comes off your eyes, doesn't it?"
"Well, yes, if I had some water." For all her scrubbing it was smeared over her hands and was now in danger of getting it on her white sundress.
The light turned green and Will eased the car over to an empty parking lot. "Come on, babe."
"Come where?"
"Just come on." He turned off the engine, exited the car, and unlocked the trunk. Rummaging around for a while he emerged with something in his hands. Elizabeth had gotten from the car and was watching him with a strange expression on her face.
"Will, what are you doing?"
In response, Will held up a bottle of soda water.
"But, Will…"
"Does this work?"
"I suppose, I've never tried." Elizabeth fidgeted. "What are we going to use for cloth?"
"Oh…" Will's brow scrunched in thought. "Got it." He held up a finger then proceeded to take off his shirt.
"Will! What in heavens name are you doing?" Elizabeth exclaimed, feeling her cheeks heat at the stares they were receiving from the cars passing by. That was her fiancé they were whistling at.
"Here," he handed her the soft grey shirt. "For your face."
Elizabeth's mouth seemed to have forgotten how to work properly. She tried, unsuccessfully, to formulate some kind of response.
"Elizabeth, we're already late as it is. Can you…" he gestured to her face.
She jumped into action. A minute later the mascara was gone, with only a black smudge on corner of Will's shirt to testify that it had ever existed.
And twenty minutes later when they arrived at the party Elizabeth was as beautiful as ever. Will received some odd looks but he shrugged it off with a light comment about how lovely Elizabeth's mascara looked.