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Post by sarah on Jun 7, 2007 15:25:59 GMT -5
It was ironic how scandalous Elizabeth felt now as she stood in her cabin with Will, his hand gently caressing her cheek. She almost felt as if their seclusion from the world was necessary; knowing that it was not the case, however, the young woman attributed their long bout of separation to the way she felt now. When you hadn't seen someone for awhile, even if he was now her husband, there nevertheless remained a feeling of necessity in regards to who was privy to their relationship.
As Will tugged at her hand, Elizabeth smiled, squeezing his hand gently. "I'd say that I'd like that very much," she said faintly. She almost sounded uncertain, but for someone that knew her well, they would know that it was not hesitancy in her voice, but regret. Just like Will, she wished that this moment could last forever, even though she knew that it could not be so. Will had a duty to attend to; if he neglected said duty, then he would forfeit his opportunity to see Elizabeth once every ten years. Seeing him that one day a decade was better than never seeing him again, and Elizabeth would rather Will perform his duty and she bear the ten-year gap.
Taking a hold of Will's hand, Elizabeth led him over to the small bed that remained bolted to the floor in the corner of the cabin. As she looked upon the ratty blankets that lay atop it, she couldn't help but sigh; she almost wished they were back in Port Royale. There she knew they would be afforded the best quality - here on the Empress, they were forced to endure everything second-hand, for there was only so much that a ship could host while sailing the Caribbean.
"It's not much," Elizabeth she said, looking up at Will. "But all we really need is each other." And that much was the truth - they had come this far with only their love for each other; Elizabeth was perfectly content with laying on the shaddy bed, as long as it was Will's arms that were wrapped around her.
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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 7, 2007 19:46:13 GMT -5
There was not an ounce of resistance in his body as Elizabeth took his hand to lead him over to her bed. Society said a man should always lead, but in the world of pirates, men and women fell on a level of equality in some ways. Even if Gibbs insisted it was bad luck to have a woman aboard. Will would always beg to differ. Not only was Elizabeth not bad luck, but Calypso was goddess of the sea, a woman herself. Further conradictions to Gibbs' theory.
The state of the bed didn't matter much to him. Though the Dutchman had shed much of her built up mess and sea life during the change of captains, there still had been some work left to do. While working to right what Davy had abandoned, Will had also set his crew to cleaning, even pitching in himself, especially when it came to his own cabin. His own bed wasn't much more, and something he didn't see often enough. Her bed looked like a small bit of heaven to him, especially if she would be lying in it beside him.
"That's all I need," Will swung past her and dropped onto the cot, groaning quietly as if he had just dropped onto a downy bed. He scooted back, propping his head up on his hand and patting the bed in front of him. "Now come, Mrs. Turner and curl up with me." He didn't add that their time was short. It was something that they both knew and that didn't need to be repeated and ruin the moment.
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Post by sarah on Jun 7, 2007 20:27:30 GMT -5
Elizabeth would have given her whole world for the short amount of time that she was currently spending with Will. Yet it was hearing her name, her new name on his lips that she would give everything for. She had herself called Mrs. Turner by others, namely Captain Barbossa, and even then it had brought a smile to her lips. Yet that paled in comparison to hearing the title per her husband. In a way, hearing Will say it brought the realization of their marriage upon Elizabeth; she, if even believable, hadn't really fully recognized the fact that she was married to William Turner. After all, they hadn't had a proper ceremony as they would have had in Port Royale and after being married, Will had disappeared from her sight to engage in his duties as Captain of the Flying Dutchman.
Tonight, per their chance meeting, was the only time that Elizabeth had seen Will since their last meeting. "I'd be glad to, Mr. Turner," she said, conjoining the use of their same surnames. With a smile, she laid down beside Will; her front faced his so that she could still see him. If she didn't, the young woman may have started to believe that the whole situation was a dream - it all seemed so surreal already. Her finger returned to idly trace the scar on his chest, although she didn't so much focus on the fact that his flesh was marred from carving out his heart. Instead, she simply enjoyed the touch of her hand upon his bare chest.
"You know, that's the first time that you've called me that," she continued after a brief moment of silence. "Mrs. Turner, I mean." Looking up into Will's eyes, Elizabeth smiled brightly. "I rather like it." And she really did. After all of the trials and tribulations, several people may have suspected Elizabeth's affections to be wavering. Will, after all, had suspected her of loving Jack while Elizabeth had thought herself to be saving them all. But honestly, she was meant to be with Will, no matter what others thought of her intentions. She really did love him, and with all of her heart. As she now lay beside him, she waited for his arms to wrap around her, however revelling in his mere presence.
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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 7, 2007 20:49:08 GMT -5
As the words left his mouth, Will was reminded of another time and another place, where he and Elizabeth had held on to much of their innocence intact and their lives had not been normal, routine. He had called her Miss Swann, no matter how many times she had insisted he call her Elizabeth. He had seen her as out of reach because of station, and it took nearly losing her to make him realized that he needed to be honest with her, or lose her.
Will quietly mulled over the thought as he looked up at Elizabeth, studying her for a moment. Where once she had worn dresses that had been beautiful, proper, and alluring at the same time, now she wore the garb of a pirate and it suited her just as much, maybe even more. There would be no more social obligations of tea parties, no balls, not unless it was something that she wanted.
Then there was him. He had once been the mind behind the continuance of Master Brown's shop, trying to finish all that had been brought to them while trying to care for the man who had given him a trade to practice, a place to stay, and food to fill his stomach. He had passes so much of his credit along to the other man. Now he was powerful, claimed by the sea. They had come so far, changed so much in so short a time, but she was still Elizabeth Swann, now Turner, and he was still William. And he still loved her as much as he had the day he had seen her hovering above him.
"I must be growing forgetful if I haven't before." The thoughtful look disappeared behind a sly look as he rest his hand on her hip, watching her fingers again. "But since the day of our interrupted marriage, it was one thing I hoped I would still be able to call you, and I can. I married the woman who was the love of my life," he said, "my soul mate, if I may be so bold to say. For all that has happened, I am still a very lucky man for all that has been given to me."
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Post by sarah on Jun 8, 2007 9:39:27 GMT -5
Elizabeth, albeit a strong and tough woman that could very well stand her own ground, was also a sucker for romantic sentiments, namely when they came from her husband. Then again, who wouldn't be? At Will's words, she smiled and then gently pressed her lips to his. "I've always been your soul mate," she said as she drew away. "And I always will be." To some, the idea of soul mates was too far-fetched and ambiguous; how could there be one person that you're destined to be with? And who decided that - fate? For Elizabeth, this concept wasn't so hard to differentiate, for she had always believed that she would end up with Will, and here they were, finally married.
During some instances, the young woman couldn't believe that it was true. The couple had come so far, battling jealousy, eccentric pirates, the Kraken, and the end of the world together. Yet they had bested them all, and Elizabeth wouldn't have changed their paths in the slightest. You see, they had gone through numerous obstacles, many of them more challenging than any two people should have to face. Jealousy in and of itself was a monster, and Will and Elizabeth had to overcome not only that, but a true beast of epic proportions. The funny thing was, Elizabeth wouldn't trade their experiences for anything - if she had the chance to change the way that they had gotten to the current point in their relationship, she wouldn't alter a thing. Why? Well, it had built their character and showed just how resilient their love was in the face of danger. They had conquered many a thing, but the fact of the matter was that they had done it together.
Snuggling closer to Will, Elizabeth pressed her face against his chest, her body laying firmly against his. "In some way I knew that I'd be yours and you mine," she whispered softly, chittering quietly under her breath. "It all started that day when I thought you were a pirate, how horrified I had been. Yet you're still a pirate now. We both are." If anyone had told Elizabeth Swann, now Turner, that she would end up not only marrying a pirate, but becoming a pirate, she would have undoubtedly scoffed in their face. She had been the governor's daughter, after all, a socialite in every sense of the word. She had donned the expensive gowns, attending all of the social functions for those upstanding nobles in Port Royale. And now...well, she was a pirate. She was the Pirate King of the Brethren Court and Captain of the Empress. Unbelievable how things worked out - truly unbelievable.
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Will Turner
Brethren Court
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Post by Will Turner on Jun 8, 2007 18:50:20 GMT -5
Will rest an arm around her shoulders as he settled comfortably down on the cot. He could almost fall asleep then and there, with Elizabeth resting against him. "If you had once told me that I would one day marry a pirate and be a pirate, I would have called the person mad. Yet here we are. It's a funny way in which the world works." He sighed, his eyes closing for a moment. He could feel the rock of the boat underneath them.
It was going to be a certain hell to pull himself away from her when the time came. It had been hard enough the last time. "I wouldn't have had our path here any other way," Will stated quietly, his eyes opening again to focus on her. "Some of the things that we have seen and that we have gone through, they have been rough. Cursed pirates, skeletal and sea creature, enemies, betrayal, loss, all of it, because we have come through it together and what didn't kill us made us stronger. As individuals and us as one." He smiled. "We knew that we loved one another, but this was proof of how strong it was."
If they had never gone this way, he might never have gotten the courage to tell Elizabeth his love for her. Her father and Norrington might still be a live, and Will might never have known his father was cursed, and they might never have met Jack. But their love might never have been tested, and they might not have discovered the true depths. "Everything we have gone through has led us to this moment, and to the people we are now, and that I wouldn't have any other way."
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Post by sarah on Jun 11, 2007 21:29:31 GMT -5
Elizabeth smiled fondly as she laid in Will's arms, contented at resting in his embrace. "It's like you've read my mind," she said as she faintly closed her eyes. "I was thinking the very same thing. Even though we've been through...well, hell and back, I would have still borne all the danger we've faced, for I was facing it with you." Even though the two of them seemed to be stating the obvious sentiment over and over again, only in different ways, Elizabeth had no problem reiterating the fact. She would say it a countless number of times if she had to; she never knew when they would once again be torn apart or when she would see him again - to Elizabeth, ten years seemed to be an eternity. As her eyelids fluttered open, Elizabeth pulled herself away from Will slightly, just enough so that she could look into his eyes. "I don't know when I'm going to see you again," she said regretfully, sighing at the unfortunate reality. Her eyes misted over, yet she, pushing any negative thoughts to the back of her mind, shook her head and sat up on the edge of the bed. She looked over her shoulder at Will and let a smile grace her features. "I have something for you." Rising to her feet, Elizabeth made her way across the room to a small desk that remained in the corner. Once it had been littered with maps and charts; however, that had been in Sao Feng's day. Now those things were neatly organized and placed in the drawers, save for those aforementioned items that were in use. It was into one of these drawers that the young woman currently reached, digging around for something that was evidently of high value to her. Finally, she emerged triumphant. In her hand was a small box, burgundy in color and lengthy in nature. She smiled to herself, as if the possessor of a secret only she was privy to, and walked back over to where Will remained, sitting back down on the bed. "Here," Elizabeth said simply, handing Will the box with care. "I want you to keep this - my grandmother gave it to me as a child. She told me that it was a wishing stone, that if I wore it and remained optimistic at all times, then my heart's desire would come true." She paused briefly, her gaze lingering on the box then raising to meet Will's stare. "Will, I hoped for you, prayed that my feelings would one day be matched - my wish came true. Now, I want you to wear it, carry a piece of me with you always." As she finished, Elizabeth sighed fondly and smiled at Will; she hoped that he would cherish the necklace as she once had.
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Will Turner
Brethren Court
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Post by Will Turner on Jun 12, 2007 13:09:41 GMT -5
"We wouldn't have been us," Will stated, following a suddenly appearing line of thought. "I mean, perhaps we might still have been married, but we would have been only able to tell the children we might have had stories and maybe even lived with regrets." Regrets. The word made his thoughts stop for a moment. He did have a few.
Never telling Elizabeth sooner that he loved her. Avoiding confronting her about the kiss he had seen with Jack aboard the Pearl before it sunk. Wasted time over suspicions and ill feelings. He could have married her earlier and cherised the time he had before Tia's prophesized 'touch of destiny' had come to lay claim on him. Regrets, he had a few, but refused to linger on them. If there was one thing his death, short as it may have been, had taught him, it was to appreciate the time before him, and leave the past where it lay.
"If good fortune is on our side, maybe not as long as you think," Will said quickly, trying to keep hold of the more hopeful feelings that lingered at the idea of having to leave her again. Seperated by the sea. It was ironic, seeing as how it had been the sea that had brought them together, the day the ship Elizabeth and Governor Swann had crossed from England on had come across the wreckage of a merchant ship and a single survivor below. Since then, it had been a major actor in the drama that was their lives.
"You do?" Curious, Will raised his body on his elbow, watching his wife sort through her drawers. For a pirate, she was quite immaculate. He chuckled softly at the image of Elizabeth trying to convince other pirates, Jack and Barbossa especially, to become this organized. Or the Brethern Court. It would be a task that she would find near impossible. Then again, he did not have much room to talk. While cleaner than it had been, his cabin on the Flying Dutchman was still something of a mess.
As she returned with the box, he sat upright and shifted to give her room to sit again. He took it from her with reverence, something dear to Elizabeth to be treated with respect. A smile pulled at the corner of his lips as he listened to her, his fingers brushing along the outside of the box before he gently opened it, studying the small stone. Picking it up, he held it in his palm before leaning in to kiss Elizabeth again. "Thank you," he whispered after he opened his eyes again, resting his forehead against hers. "I'll wear it close to my..." Well, in the metaphorical sense. "Heart," he finished with a small laugh. "As you have treasured it, so will I."
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