Will Turner
Brethren Court
Captain of the Flying Dutchman[M:0]
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Post by Will Turner on Jun 3, 2007 11:34:35 GMT -5
- Date and Time: Late at night
- Setting: Open ocean
- Weather Conditions: Very slight wind, clear
Ten years for one day. Ten years spent fixing the mistakes of the Flying Dutchman's previous captain. He had no idea how many years Davy Jones had been in command, and for all but ten of those years he had abandoned his post because of his anger towards Calypso and his broken heart. They moved past the Dutchman, quiet, somber, only looking ahead their destination, eternal peace or damnation. Those that were lost were pulled from the dark waters and given direction. There were so many that were lost and would be for awhile, until he could reach them. It was a breath of relief to be out on the open sea again, free from the land of the dead for a moment, even if he was here to fulfill his duties. It wasn't hard to grow weary of a world where up was down, the sea was the sky, and sunrise was sunset. A world without Elizabeth, her warmth, her embrace, her laugh, everything that he loved about his wife and missed dearly. He wondered if she still sailed as the Pirate King. If so, he had a suggestion to make involving buckets and a bathtub. A faint grin on his face, he moved to the rail of the Dutchman, looking out over the inky dark waters. A light wind ruffled the hair at his neck and he closed his eyes, inhaling the scent of salt and life. The responsibilities of the post gave him the ability to feel something near on the ocean. He understood more now what Davy Jones had meant when he had uttered the four words: "I am the sea." For a man who had only a year ago been Port Royal's blacksmith, it was daunting. Most of his crew down below for the night, exhausted from a hard day's work. Even the dead needed their sleep. He stepped up onto the rail, avoiding stepping on the tail of his coat, and held onto the line with one hand, leaning out to survey the ocean around him, thankful for a quiet night.
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Post by sarah on Jun 3, 2007 12:12:41 GMT -5
She had been made Captain and Pirate King, but for what?
Elizabeth Swann-Turner had changed, yes, but she felt undeserving of the titles bestowed upon her. In retrospect, she felt that certain circumstances had dissuaded her from being a pirate - so why did others still hold faith in her abilities to captain a ship?
Standing aboard the deck of the Empress, Elizabeth looked out over the railing at the night sky. Stars twinkled overhead, gleaming like scattered diamonds on a midnight tapestry; the sight truly was breathtaking. The young woman merely wished that she had someone standing beside her to share the tremendous sight with her. With a glance to her right and left, the deck remained mostly empty, save for a few diligent crew members attending to last duties of the night. Truth be told, Elizabeth missed having someone to talk to. Jack was Lord-knows-where, probably still fighting with Barbossa over who would obtain the captainship of the Black Pearl. James Norrington, as despairing as it was, had perished at the hand of 'Bootstrap' Bill Turner, impaled by a stake of wood. How Elizabeth had screamed into the night air, having witnessed his aforementioned death. Even though he was not the one she loved, the young woman still held a soft spot in her heart for James; his death wrought a large bout of sadness upon her.
And then there was Will, her beloved husband. Finally, the two had been married - yet their happiness was shortlived. Amidst the fray of battle, Davy Jones in all of his callousness had stabbed Will as Elizabeth watched on in horror. Thank God for Jack, though.
In all of her existence, Elizabeth had never thought that those words would ever come out of her mouth. Yet it had been Jack's hand that had guided Will's to stab the heart of Davy Jones, thus sending him to oblivion. Jack had saved Will's life, bypassing his own chance to imortalize himself. Elizabeth had never been more grateful. Will was now the captain of the Flying Dutchman, the crew having carved out his heart and placed it in the chest that once held Davy Jones'.
The only catch - Will could only set foot on land every ten years. Quite a steep price to pay for allowing him to remain in the land of the living.
As Elizabeth reminisced on times past, she yearned for Will's soft touch; her gaze returned to the stars that littered the night sky, her eyes fighting back tears that threatened to fall at any moment. She missed him dearly. However, as her thoughts lingered on her husband, the silent reverie of the dark night was broken by the sudden shouts of a crew member. "Oy, Cap'n, there's a ship - friend or foe I can't tell. She's not flying any colors!" Her heart skipping a beat, Elizabeth wondered if it could possibly be her beloved, their two ships meeting on the open ocean in the course of fate; she could only hope. Running to the opposite side of the ship where the vessel had been spotted, she peered out into the night to see who was approaching.
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Will Turner
Brethren Court
Captain of the Flying Dutchman[M:0]
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Post by Will Turner on Jun 3, 2007 13:01:03 GMT -5
Other nights, the feeling that he was not alone out on the sea were nothing more than mere ghosts. Not the sort he escorted to the afterlife, but faint memories of vessels that had passed long ago, or events that had taken place and had left their mark. But tonight, there was another ship in close proximity to the Dutchman, bathed in the moonlight from high above the horizon. Will studied the ship with a disinterested eye at first, merely passing by in the night. But there was something familiar the more he looked, a pang of familiarity deep inside his chest.
Elizabeth? There were very few things in the world that could make him feel like that and he could only hope that he was right in thinking that just maybe, she was aboard that ship. Honestly, did he expect the King of the Pirate Brethern to stay put for very long? If she did, she wouldn't be the Elizabeth he knew, loved, and cherished, the woman he had trusted his heart to.
"Captain?" Will hadn't realized he was staring so intently to the horizon until one of his crew that was not yet asleep approached. He glanced over his shoulder at the man, new to the crew. Jonas, his name is, or was it John? He had made it a point to learn their names as they joined the crew. After all, these would be the men he would be working side by side with for the next century, at least. "Orders?"
Will shook his head. "None," he said quietly as looked back to the ship. "Though I do want to take a closer look." He trusted his gut instinct not to lead him astray. Now it was a matter of getting over to the other ship. He had a few choices in the matter.
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Post by sarah on Jun 3, 2007 13:29:53 GMT -5
Elizabeth had learned in her short time of being a pirate that nobody could be trusted on pure instinct. Just when you thought someone or something was harmless or acted in your favor, you could be stranded on an island or shot at. Not the most pleasant of options.
Thus, despite of her suspicions of who was aboard the ship, Elizabeth remained hesitant to jump aboard and search for her husband. Her eyes strained to see the ship in the waters; even though the night was clear and only a slight wind hindered her vision, the vessel was still too far away to see if it was in fact the Flying Dutchman. Her crew, well, the sparse handful that remained on the deck stood silently, watching Elizabeth's every move. She noticed that several others had begun to filter up from down below. Murmured whispers passed around the ship in inquiry of what was going on. One brave soul took a step forward, his eyes pleading with Elizabeth's form - the young woman hadn't said a word yet, and some of the crew suspected that she had gone mad.
"Captain? Any orders?"
Truthfully, Elizabeth wasn't quite certain of what to do. Each action, she had discovered, held extra significance when it came to dealing with pirates. While a person of nobility may only be insulted when someone speaks poorly of them, pirates probably would settle their differences with a shooting match or sword fight. Wonderfully civil, pirates were.
Yet before she made any potentially life-altering decisions, Elizabeth figured that she should at least let the other ship draw closer so that she could determine its identity. Yes, that included a risk of being shot at if indeed an enemy, yet how else would she know if the vessel was friend or foe? After all, the ship wasn't flying any colors, just as her shipmate had previously announced. "Not yet," Elizabeth finally spoke, turning around to face her crew, who were all still staring incredulously at her. Waiting seemed to be the best option at this point, at least until the identity of the ship was disclosed. Lifting her gaze to the crow's nest, she shouted at its attendant. "Ay, can you see anything up there?" she said, her voice carrying on the wind. "Who's on board?" Hopefully, someone or something would be spotted that would make the ship recognizable to the young woman; it was finally drawing nearer, after all.
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Will Turner
Brethren Court
Captain of the Flying Dutchman[M:0]
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Post by Will Turner on Jun 3, 2007 13:59:20 GMT -5
Will stepped down off he rail, turning towards the singular crewman that was waiting for some sort of order now that Will had announced his intentions. He was still used to thinking of an idea and following it through without having to explain himself and hand out tasks. He strode across to the lifeboat, about to ask Jonas/John to help him lower it, but the ship was too far into the distance still. He could wait until it drew closer, bide his time.
But Will Turner was still a very rash man, captain or not. He strode to the other rail again, young Jonas/John at his heels. The boy had come from the wreckage of the Endeavor, only a midshipman at the time of his death and sometimes an overly eager one at that. Will almost ran into him again as he turned, making the boy stumble back a few paces.
Reaching his decision, Will clapped a hand on his shoulder. "Watch the ship, Jonas," he ordered. The boy nodded, confirming that Will had used the right name. "I'll be back once curiosity is satisfied." He gave the boy a smile that spoke of having confidence in him. Not even in death, and being more invulnerable than in life, could change the shy boy's perspective. Jonas reminded Will a bit of himself when he was younger.
Turning away, he stepped back up onto the rail and looked out to the approaching ship, measuring the distance in between them. Closing his eyes, he lowered his head in concentration, chin nearly touching his bare chest.
A rush of wind, a feeling of being lighter than a feather, and his feet were on a solid surface again. Will teetered, still not used to the feeling, and reached out to grab ahold of the nearest lines, steadying himself. Jones had made it look so much easier than it truly was, but then, he had centuries of practice under his belt.
Balance restored, Will eased down to sit on the rail, smiling like a child who had just played a prank. It seemed he had been right after all, and that he could not be happier for. But he wouldn't announce his presence just yet. There were many things he loved about her, and handling a crew was rapidly ascending that list.
((OOC: I took a little bit of liberty, assuming because Davy could as the captain of the Dutchman, so could Will. But if it strains belief, I'd be more than willing to change it!))
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Post by sarah on Jun 3, 2007 14:19:36 GMT -5
This was taking way too much time for her liking.
Switching her gaze from the crow's nest out to the still distant ship, Elizabeth sighed in frustration. By the time anyone was able to spot whether or not there were even people aboard the approaching ship, the aforementioned vessel would practically be on top of them. The young woman had half a mind to climb up the mast herself and take a look. However, as impatient and seemingly condescending she appeared at the current moment, Elizabeth wasn't always like this. In fact, she was quite motivational and understanding when it came to being a captain. It was merely the supposed circumstances of the present time that drew upon such qualities in the young woman. If Will truly was aboard that ship, then Elizabeth's anxiousness would be well-founded.
Yet as the reply came from the crow's nest, nothing was confirmed. "Not a soul, Miss, that I can identify," said the attending crew member. He peered through his looking glass once more, attempting to reaffirm his announcement. "There's many a person aboard that ship, aye, but no names to the faces."
Just terrific.
"Well, can you identify the ship at least?" Elizabeth shouted back in inquiry. If it truly was the Flying Dutchman, then any of the crew should have been able to recognize its appearance. At this point, Elizabeth's patience was running thin; the more she tried to discover the identity of the ship and its occupants, the more she suspected it to be her beloved husband. That mere assumption tested her composure and willed her to be antsy. The crew still clammered about behind her, their whisperings growing in volume as Elizabeth awaited an answer from the crow's nest. "Will you all settle down?" she asked of them, sighing huffily. She began to turn around in an attempt to better address her crew. "I'm trying to - "
And that's when she saw him, leaning against the railing with a smirk playing at the corners of his mouth. He looked no different, perhaps a bit more weather-worn than when she had seen him last, but he was still her Will all the same. "Will!" she cried, running over to where he rested. As she threw her arms around his neck to embrace him, a smile graced her face and tears stung her eyes. She would say nothing more, for at the temporary return of her husband, Elizabeth remained lost for words.
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Will Turner
Brethren Court
Captain of the Flying Dutchman[M:0]
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Post by Will Turner on Jun 3, 2007 14:53:24 GMT -5
Every man on the ship seemed to obey her just as she demanded. He stayed silent, no intention of interrupting her giving orders. If there was any concern he had to her safety while out on the seas, it was somewhat tempered as he watched her deal with the situation cautiously. Not that he would ever give up worrying about her safety, no matter how well he knew she could handle herself. She was his beloved, one of the few people in the world that he cared deeply about.
And then she saw him. Will pushed away from the rail and all but ran to meet her partway. As she threw her arms around his neck, he threw his around her slim waist and held her tightly as if at any moment she might slip away from him and he would find it was all a dream. But she was solid and real and Elizabeth! When he finally did pull away, he tilted his head down to press a gentle kiss to her lips.
"Imagine my surprise at seeing you out here," he said quietly, brushing the hair away from her face with rough fingers. For as large as the bodies of water were, he could sail it for the rest of Elizabeth's mortal life and never cross her path once. He was thankful that fate hadn't decided to make it so.
His wife. His beautiful pirate wife. "I see you've taken quite well to your position as captain."
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Post by sarah on Jun 3, 2007 15:42:29 GMT -5
As she held onto Will, Elizabeth wasn't quite sure she wanted to let go. When would she see him next? Yet as his lips met hers, any and all qualms were washed away from her thoughts.
For this moment, he was hers and she was his.
"What?" she teased at his remark about her ability to captain the ship, "Did you not think me capable before?" With a wistful grin, Elizabeth laughed for what seemed the first time in ages. Without Will, her world seemed void of any enjoyment, save for that one day that they were privy to each other's company. One savory day was all they were allowed - hardly enough time for anything, yet that was all that they were afforded. Thankfully, Elizabeth still retained her position as captain; being on the open ocean allowed her to by chance meet up with Will, as fate had allowed on this occurrence.
"But that doesn't matter now," she admitted, gazing into his eyes with longing. Her voice had quieted remarkably since she had last spoken, and even the rest of the crew had seemed to halt for the lovers' meeting. "How long has it been, Will?" To Elizabeth, it seemed like an eternity. Being deprived of her husband had been painfully maddening, especially after all of the trials and tribulations they had experienced before their union. She thought that they deserved at least a little happiness; apparently fate believed that it should be limited.
All she wanted to do was hold him captive aboard her ship, or her on his. Yet that could never happen, due to his immortality and her mortal life. As of now, the couple seemed damned to ruination - for now, they could savor the precious yet fleeting time together, yet tomorrow was another day that they would have to endure their separation.
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Will Turner
Brethren Court
Captain of the Flying Dutchman[M:0]
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Post by Will Turner on Jun 3, 2007 17:09:30 GMT -5
"Me find you uncapable?" Will asked in mock affront. "Elizabeth, I will always find you capable in anything you do, because it saves me having to be surprised time after time," he teased her in a quiet whisper. "No, I wanted to watch you with your crew and found that I was still highly impressed. You've come along way from the woman I knew in Port Royal." His hand slid down her arm to entwine his fingers with hers. "And I love them both."
He would not let the pain of seperation spoil this meeting with her. Will did not know the next time he would see her again and wanted to savor every moment as if it were the last, not that he wished it to be either. "I don't know," he admitted honestly, resting his forehead against hers, closing his eyes. "Time moves differently down there and up here..." He hesitated for a moment. "When you have no end date to look for, time doesn't seem to move at all." It was the brutally honest truth. Will had not counted the days since he left her. He would know when it was time for that one day to set foot on land again, his reward for faithfulness to his post.
If he were to start to count, he could by the nights he thought of Elizabeth in the silence, but that would make the wait seem all the longer. No, it was better to remember her, keep her close, but not count the days away or towards, to just do as he was made to do and earn the reward he so desired. But this, this was a beautiful surprise. A moment without pain thinking of what could be and what would be. He would be damned to let this moment slip away.
"What is it that brings you out to these waters? Or is it just as good a spot as any?" Will finally asked when he managed to break their gazes. "Not that I would be complaining in this instance."
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Post by sarah on Jun 3, 2007 21:12:48 GMT -5
Oh, how she had missed him so.
His flattery, although she felt it unnecessary, reminded Elizabeth just how much she loved him. He always made her feel as if she was the greatest woman alive, in whatever form this opinion was voiced. This time, he chose the spoken word, causing Elizabeth's cheeks to flush a subdued tinge of pink. She had come a long way from the young socialite that she had once been while living in Port Royale; her transition had been one ushered quickly by time - once an socially apt governor's daughter donning ball gowns and attending private dinners, now a pirate in every sense of the word. She had learned how to sword fight, knew how to steer a ship - hell, she was the Pirate King of the Brethren Court for crying out loud. Truthfully, Elizabeth was astounded that she had made it to this point.
An awfully long time had passed, though, she conjectured, not only since she was a well-renowned socialite of Port Royale, but since she had seen Will last. Elizabeth had tried not to count the moments she had been separated from her beloved, but it had been hard not to. The time had seemed to pass slowly, at a mere crawl; sometimes it even seemed to stop completely. Yet fate had chosen to be kind to the couple at the current moment, even if it only lasted for a brief second or two. Elizabeth was grateful for any amount of time that she now got to share with Will, given the uncompromisable conditions.
It wasn't as if she had planned to be in the current location at the current time; their meeting was attributed to chance. Squeezing Will's hand gently as she still held onto it, Elizabeth smiled. "Just sailing the open ocean," she divulged. "Yet I can't deny hoping that our ships' paths with cross. If you can't set foot on land, my home will be the sea."
And Elizabeth meant every word. Despite the hardships that they had had as a couple, everything seemed to be resolved with their marriage. Now more than ever, Elizabeth was willing to do anything if it meant spending time with William. Returning her forehead to gingerly rest against his, she sighed longingly and closed her eyes in reverie. "I've missed you." That was probably the understatement of the year.
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Will Turner
Brethren Court
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Post by Will Turner on Jun 4, 2007 11:36:33 GMT -5
How long ago had it been that Will and Elizabeth had been two very ordinary citizens of Port Royal? Elizabeth had been the governor's daughter, out of reach for the lowly blacksmith's apprentice that had loved her since the day he had opened his eyes to see her hovering above him like an angel. It was only in the weeks before they were actually married that he had ever questioned that, and it was brief, and would never happen again. The governor's daughter and the blacksmith. Now the pirate king and the immortal captain. In only a short amount of time.
His forehead lightly resting against hers, Will laughed softly at the thought. If someone were to have told him that he would marry Elizabeth amidst a battle for the freedom of pirates only a few short years ago, he would have called the person mad and sent them away. "Home is where the heart makes it, is it not?" And if she chose the sea, he would make sure to the best of his abilities that the sea would treat her fairly. As much as he wanted to be with her, he did not want her to suffer having to be on his ship until it was her time.
"A stroke of luck then. It hasn't abandoned us completely." Though for the man that had died only a few moments after his wedding, it did feel like it had sometimes. "I missed you as well." He closed his eyes again, just wanting time to disappear so that this moment would last forever. Who had seen fit to break apart two young lovers who had fought so hard to get where they were?
When he opened his eyes again, he realized that they were still in the attention of Elizabeth's crew. Will decided then and there that it was time for him to take initiative and pulled away from her for a second...to scoop her up in his arms. "If you gentlemen don't mind, I'm borrowing your captain," Will said cheerfully before he turned on his heel to stride towards the cabin. On a ship he did not know much of.
"Where is your cabin?" He asked Elizabeth.
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Post by sarah on Jun 4, 2007 12:56:19 GMT -5
Both of them had gotten so wrapped up in the moment that they had forgetten that the crew of the Empress still stood around them, gaping at the reunion of the separated lovers. As more had drifted to the deck at the spotting of the Flying Dutchman, even more filtered in at the news of who was now on board.
Word had likely spread about the death of Davy Jones and rise of Will Turner as the new Captain of the Flying Dutchman. After all, the general public, too engrossed in societal issues and standing, had little or no knowledge of the former captain, merely knowing that he was the one to ferry the dead into the afterlife. He was rumored to be an immortal being, and rightfully claimed; Davy Jones was an immortal heathen of the deep. Well, he had been. Very few people knew that Davy Jones' heart had been stored in a treasure chest and that the only way to kill him was to stab the confounded thing. Not many people knew that Davy Jones could be killed - he was immortal, after all.
Yet, now that Davy Jones had perished and Will had taken his place, Elizabeth had heard whispers and murmurs from everyone and their brother. It was astounding, really, how quickly the news had spread - it was like a wildfire.
Many people questioned what would happen to Will's heart. Was it carved out like Davy Jones'? And had it been by his own hand? Was it in that same chest, and if so, where was it? Whenever Elizabeth had first heard these inquiries, she couldn't help but chuckle. Only she knew the whereabouts of the chest nowadays; Will had given it to her - he had told her that she had always claimed his heart, and now she always would.
She now heard similar whispers from her own crew, incredulous glances gracing their expressions as Will scooped Elizabeth up in his arms. It wasn't probably quite what they had anticipated, yet it was a gallant gesture nonetheless. "Oh, I don't think they're going to give up much of a fight," she joked, realizing then that Will had no idea where he was going. He hadn't been on the Empress before, and thus didn't have the faintest clue as to the layout of the ship. Thankfully, though, the Empress was built standard to most ships that navigated the Caribbean these days. Smiling and laughing gently, Elizabeth nodded towards the doors straight ahead. "Right there."
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Will Turner
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Post by Will Turner on Jun 4, 2007 16:51:53 GMT -5
There was something about the look on the faces of the crew of the Empress. No doubt they had heard he had taken the place of Davy Jones, as Elizabeth was his wife. He wondered though how much they knew. Sometimes it was good to maintain a reputation so that no one would step up to the challenge. While Will did not want men to fear him because they believed him to be heathen, a healthy amount of fear that resulted in respect was nice.
It was something he wasn't used to, and he wasn't sure he would be getting used to it anytime soon. He had once been looked down upon by society; now he was beyond society's reaches. A rumor, a whisper, a story told to the child who demanded one more before they went to sleep. To those that believed themselves to be of a rational mind, William Turner had died at sea. To the intelligent sailors and old sea salts who peddled their stories for a coin here and there, he was a legend. He wasn't sure he liked that attention.
"Right," Will murmured, slightly embarrassed that he had become so turned around. The Chinese ship wasn't that much different than the layout of the Dutchman. "That's probably good that they don't. I'm afraid they don't stand much of a chance." There was a hint of arrogance in his voice, a twinkle in his dark eyes as he glanced over his shoulder at her crew. "I still practice three hours a day." His gaze returned to Elizabeth and he winked.
The one brilliant thing he had found about their marriage on the high seas was the lack of society's restraints on them. Will no longer had to think if this or that was proper, what would be expected of him, what would be expected of her. They did as they pleased, right fitting for pirates, and heaven unmatched. When he wanted a kiss, he would take it. Or would have taken it, if he weren't in his current position.
Carrying Elizabeth towards the entrance to her cabin, he used his hip to maneuver the door open and breezed through, kicking it shut behind him. There he set her back on her feet. "Much better. I get a little nervous with everyone watching. Probably wouldn't have made our planned wedding on Port Royal work, would it?"
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Post by sarah on Jun 6, 2007 13:02:13 GMT -5
At least Will's sense of humor hadn't been tainted by everything that had been happening; or even if it had indeed faded, thank goodness for its return at the couple's meeting - the last thing that both of them needed was a somber reunion, which instead should be a joyous one. His comments brought laughter to Elizabeth's lips, a sentiment well-appreciated. She couldn't even imagine what was going through each crew member's head right now. Actually, she wasn't sure she quite wanted to know. After all, these had been Sao Feng's men that had asked her to disrobe, even when they knew that she had stripped herself of all her weapons. Bloody pirates.
She was grateful, however, as Will set her down in her quarters. It wasn't that she minded him carrying her; it was the change of setting, rather, that she favored - as Will echoed verbally, having people watch was a little unnerving. This way, the couple could have a moment's peace, however long fate allowed that moment to be.
"No, I daresay it wouldn't," Elizabeth spoke in response to Will's words. "But I really wouldn't have cared if it had been just you and me, either." And that was the truth. Anytime that the couple had seemed to get even the slightest bit of time alone, there was always someone else that showed up and caused more commotion in their lives. Jack was a prime example, for as much as Elizabeth valued her relationship with the eccentric pirate, there were more times often than not that he disrupted the sanctity of privacy.
"So," Elizabeth continued, tracing her finger along Will's chest. He wore an open shirt, which seemed to be the norm nowadays; Elizabeth's finger automatically followed the scar on his flesh, a reminder of why they had to meet as such. Her gaze threatened to linger, yet she quickly shook her head and lifted her eyes to connect with Will's. "How long can you afford to be away from the Dutchman?" she inquired. Truthfully, she didn't want to have to think about it, yet she knew it was a fact of the matter. "I wish you could stay forever, Will, but I've been deprived by reality before." A smile graced her lips, yet it seemed incredibly forced - she wanted to be happy, especially now that Will was here. Their separation had affected her more than he could ever know; they had worked so hard to get to the point they were at now. They had gotten married aboard the Black Pearl, for crying out loud! Elizabeth simply wished that there had been another way to be with Will than having his heart carved out and placed in a chest.
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Will Turner
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Post by Will Turner on Jun 6, 2007 22:32:53 GMT -5
Will had found Elizabeth out on the sea. The Dutchman had managed to approach the Empress with only a healthy amount of suspicion on both sides. He had been able to make the distance between ships to surprise Elizabeth, taken their leave of the crew for the moment, and now were settled in the silence of her cabin.
He was waiting for something to go wrong.
Not that he wished it would. Will loved the thought of having a night alone with Elizabeth in which there would be no visitors interrupting, no mayhem, no death, just a husband and wife whose love for each other outlasted any strife they might have encountered. It was just that Will knew their luck and he almost expected something to happen. If it did, it would have to interrupt or fall to second.
He would fight for a brief interlude with the wife he had dreamed of since he left her standing on the beach with his heart, literally and figuratively. "I preferred our final wedding more," Will said. "It was a reflection of the life we have lived together since the day the Pearl attacked Port Royal."
He hadn't realized that he was holding his breath as her fingers touched his chest, the touch he had been wanting for reality again. As she traced the scar, he lifted his hand to take hers again. "I'll catch up when I'm done here. It is a quiet night," he said thoughtfully. He would not be able to stay as long as he wanted to, and time was already short as it was. "I wish I could stay Elizabeth, but," he hesitated for a moment before continuing, "as much as this situation is far from ideal, at least I still get to see you." He lifted a hand to rest it against her cheek, meeting her gaze. "That wouldn't have been so should..." A thought he didn't want to finish.
"But I am here, and you are here, together for a moment." He tugged on her hand. "How about we lay down for a moment, with you in my arms? Pretend we're simply sailing on the sea together with no end in sight." The smile returned. "What say you to that?"
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