Chapter 3

"I think I better be on my way, it's getting dark." I said bitterly to Will still resenting him for loving Elizabeth, "Good day Mr. Turner", I said as I left. I truly hated myself for saying that to Will but my dignity had been hurt both literally and emotionally, so with one last look at him over my shoulder I flounced out of the shop slamming the door behind me.

Will was still angry with me as well, but was hurt at what I had just said, he was confused about how he felt whether he felt angry upset but all he knew was that he was emotionally torn up. Did he really love Elizabeth was all his thoughts were about how he felt about me was he falling for me? He dragged himself over to the door which when I had slammed had bounced back of the hinges and not shut, he closed it himself and leant back against it letting out a deep emotional sigh. He was thinking that if he didn't love Elizabeth, then what was that feeling he got in the pit of his stomach whenever he saw her. That feeling that there's mixture of a knot tightening in your stomach and that there's a butterfly trying to escape as well, he felt at ease with me so he thought why complicate things. Ironic, much.

It was about half past eleven that night and I was just stepping into bed after no dinner again, from my lack of appetite and I was just noticing how my night clothes were gaining room in them when there was suddenly a large bang, I dove out of my bed and stuck my head out of the window, to realise that Port Royal was under attack!

I grabbed my dress off the chair next to my bed throwing my nightgown over my head, trying to lace the corset and then the bodice of my dress at the speed of light. I shoved my shoes on not bothering to put my stockings on scandalous I know, and ran down the stairs and out of the front door to find Will, he knowing him would try and save Port Royal single-handedly. I had to make sure he was sure he was safe the street were chaotic pirates filling every road killing anyone in their path. I slammed open the blacksmiths shop door, I know Will and I weren't on the best terms at that minute but I had to find him. I just had to know that I was safe.

"Will!" I called "Will, are you here?" Obviously not! I ran out into the street to Mr. Brown's house next door grabbing a sword even though I had no idea how to wield it! I was banging on the door frantically tears running down my face, with the picture in my mind of Will lying dead somewhere in the street. Mr. Brown wasn't in anyway, I ran through the street recklessly not paying attention to where I was or going. Then I saw him just I had imagined laid in the street, but he wasn't coved in blood just unconscious (hopefully).

Suddenly some ugly, smelly, dirty pirate approached me sneering at him through his filthy teeth. "Do you want to come, with me precious? I promise I'll look after you precious" I tried to hit him but he caught my wrist, and threw it down to my side roughly I was terrified of hurting people but I had a inkling feeling that he would hurt me and that to him I wasn't as "precious" as said. The sword that I had grabbed in the blacksmiths was turning my nails white I was gripping that hard behind my back, the dirty pirate grasped me roughly by the arm and shook me, a reflex I wasn't even listening to his perverted words, I brought my foot up and rammed it straight in his crotch, I then brought the sword from behind my back and shoved it through his stomach!

I had no idea that I had it in me to do something like that, I was in shock looking down at his corpse, I had never hit anybody in my life never mind killed them! My attention then turned to my number one priority. I knelt down next to his unconscious form, my emerald green dress forming a sort of tent shape billowing around my legs. I was holding onto his hand as if my life depended on it the world slowed and it was almost as though it was just Will and I in the centre of the street. Fresh tears were now spilling down my face seeing him there so helpless broke my heart. Suddenly I realised I had to get a grip of myself I checked his pulse although he had a regular heart beat and the battle was nearing an end, I was stuck with a strange feeling in the pit of my stomach, of grief and a dread like something awful was about to happen like a brewing storm.

It was around dawn the streets were empty of everything other than the carnage from that night: bodies both dead and unconscious, broken glass, splintered wood and other general destruction, Will wasn't going to come around until around mid morning so I went home to tell my father who was out of his mind with worry that I was alright, then I went down to the docks and sat down where I had the previous afternoon I needed to find time to think about everything, I then realised my attachment to William Turner as much as I didn't want it, it was there as it had just proved to me that night, and how was I going to get my escape for adventure without him. I couldn't he was almost everything that made me, me he brought me out of my shy nature as a child and he was like my drug my own personal ecstasy as much as he was ruining me and hurting me every day I could not live without my own ecstasy. Will.

It was the perfect sunrise but I always have loved sunsets they are my favourite time of day love to watch the sun sink in the evening, but the sunrise today was a mixture of pale pinks and yellows with a bright orange sun, the type you only ever hear of in stories, I am a believer in fate and that showed me that something significant to my life would happen today. I shoved my shoes back on and I headed back to Will.

He hadn't moved and didn't for another couple of hours or so but I just sat and watched him, occasionally brushing the stray lock of hair out of his face. He started to wake, his eyes fluttered open then closed as he was squinting into the morning sun. "Elizabeth?" he muttered at me

"No I most certainly am not Elizabeth!" I declared loudly offended...too loudly.

"Sorry Lids, how long have you been sat here?" he asked me caringly.

"Oh not long, I just saw you here is all and I waited for around ten minutes and you woke up" I lied for once he either didn't notice or didn't bother to argue with me.

"My God my head hurts" Will muttered standing up cautiously standing up with one hand on his head.

"Come here let me see" I beckoned rising also dusting off my dress. I then walked over to him and started to part his thick brown hair, much like my own.

"They took Elizabeth you know," he informed me worriedly.

"Oh what a shame" I said my voice dripping with sarcasm, "You know, you have a lump the size of my fist, what did you get hit with? Is it tender when I touch it?" I asked.

"First, be nice to her," he spoke implying Elizabeth probably, "and secondly one of the damned pirates hit me with something metal I don't know what because they hit me from behind, third it does hurt and forth we don't have time. We have to find the Commodore, I'm fine. Promise." He said all this without even taking breath, but paused at the pleading look in my eyes.

I didn't move I was considering how I would react if he collapsed if this head wound had been more serious.

"Well, are you coming or not, because we really need to make a move, they could be launching a search party now and I want to be in it.

I just rolled my eyes "Fine come one then my knight in shining armour" I teased.