Post by Reens on Dec 31, 2005 5:40:20 GMT -5
*Moved from BnK archives.
The sequel to Fighting Temptations. Note: Not recommended to read if you haven't read Fighting Temptations.
Chapter 1. A Frightful Meeting
Awaking to the streaming bright lights of the Caribbean morning, Will Turner surrendered himself to the living. Giving up falling back asleep after a good solid hour tossing and turning, Will arose, and donned his usual attire, consisting of merely a pair or trousers, a cotton shirt and an over vest. The thoughts of the previous nights happenings came flooding back suddenly, to which he sighed. Yes, another pointless day alone, he thought coldly as he prepared himself by tying his tresses back with a piece of material. He shook his head as he vacated his small, but homely, room for the workshop; there was no use getting worked up over something as insignificant as his endless fantasies. No, she would never be is, so he had to pull his head up, after all, there were orders that needed to be completed, and precious time was already wasted thinking about this. With a small sigh, he got to work, lighting the fires and preparing the tools.
The fading sun indicated that enough was enough, so Will finally gave up moulding the steal and put his hammer down. Suddenly, his instincts told him he wasn't alone, hearing the shuffling of feet and a muffled laugh. Instinctively, he reached for the hammer that lay on the workbench, raising it in defence.
"Who's there?" he called out in dismay, "Show yourself!" Another few giggles were heard before Will got worried. He cocked his head in thought; this was certainly no man. The laughs sounded suspiciously like a woman.
He froze for a split second before a figure jumped out before him.
"Boo!" The stranger shouted playfully. Will jumped back in fright, but tripped over a disguarded tool and fell flat on his back.
"Ahh…oww" Will clutched his head. He opened his eyes to look up at his stalker, and got the shock of his life.
"Are you alright?" Elizabeth Swann questioned, concerned. Her eyes traced the seemingly pathetic form in front of her. Will simply nodded, too stunned to speak, partly because he was slightly winded and partly because the love of his life was kneeling over him.
"I hadn't thought you would be such a coward." She giggled slightly. "Come on then, up you come." She extended her arm out to him. With a shaky hand, he grasped her slender wrist, sending shivers down his spine. The last time he came in any physical contact with her would have had to have been around four years previously, when they were children. Elizabeth pulled them both up to their feet and Will began to dust himself off.
"Miss Swann, you scared me half to death." He exclaimed with slight annoyance. Elizabeth, however, was every bit annoyed.
"William Turner, we have known each other for practically six years now, and you still cannot understand that my name is indeed Elizabeth, not Miss Swann." She retorted. "So in future, I would appreciate being addressed by my proper title." She almost spat, but controlled herself.
"I'm sorry, but propriety prevents me from doing so." He replied, challenging her.
"And why is that?" She almost shouted, "You can call me Elizabeth if you want, there is no written rule saying you must call me Miss Swann, you are a free man Will." He shook his head at her stubbornness, one of the many wonderful qualities he loved about her.
"Never mind that, what brings you here anyway?" Will enquired, setting down the hammer he had raised in his hand.
Elizabeth grunted, fingering the lace that held her dress together. "I was ever so bored at home, so I asked father if I could check on the progress of his sword rather than a servant. Reluctantly, he actually agreed." She replied with a small gasp, not entirely believing that he finally let her out on her own, save for a close watch by the soldiers stationed around Port Royal.
Lifting an eyebrow, she turned to look back at him. "So…how's it coming then?" She questioned, suppressing a small smile.
"Coming along nicely actually, it should be ready to pick up this afternoon." Will walked over to his workbench and brought out the intricate case that held the Governor's sword inside. The sword itself was a sight to behold; the blade finely crafted was held together firmly by the solid guard. The hilt was laden with beautiful gold filigree that seemed to dance a pattern over the form. Will proudly showed it off, by far his best work ever.
Elizabeth peered over curiously. "Will, it's beautiful, father's going to be pleased." She remarked, slightly in awe. As much as Will beamed when his work was praised, he wasn't focusing much on the sword, rather the person admiring it.
Elizabeth finally snapped out of her trance, and grinned. "I better head home, I've been gone a while. Father also sends his apologies, he told me to tell you that he is unable to pick the sword up, so he has arranged to pay you extra for delivery, if that is alright." Will simply nodded, and watched as his love, his Elizabeth strode out of the shop, stopping to say goodbye.
"I'll see you later then!" She said cheerfully before leaving, unaware that her actions and words give Will shivers down his spine.
Will was left with an uneasy feeling in the pit of his stomach; he was going to the Swann mansion, a place he hadn't visited for many years. A mixture of excitement and fear suddenly engulfed him as he put the sword back into its case.
The sequel to Fighting Temptations. Note: Not recommended to read if you haven't read Fighting Temptations.
Chapter 1. A Frightful Meeting
Awaking to the streaming bright lights of the Caribbean morning, Will Turner surrendered himself to the living. Giving up falling back asleep after a good solid hour tossing and turning, Will arose, and donned his usual attire, consisting of merely a pair or trousers, a cotton shirt and an over vest. The thoughts of the previous nights happenings came flooding back suddenly, to which he sighed. Yes, another pointless day alone, he thought coldly as he prepared himself by tying his tresses back with a piece of material. He shook his head as he vacated his small, but homely, room for the workshop; there was no use getting worked up over something as insignificant as his endless fantasies. No, she would never be is, so he had to pull his head up, after all, there were orders that needed to be completed, and precious time was already wasted thinking about this. With a small sigh, he got to work, lighting the fires and preparing the tools.
The fading sun indicated that enough was enough, so Will finally gave up moulding the steal and put his hammer down. Suddenly, his instincts told him he wasn't alone, hearing the shuffling of feet and a muffled laugh. Instinctively, he reached for the hammer that lay on the workbench, raising it in defence.
"Who's there?" he called out in dismay, "Show yourself!" Another few giggles were heard before Will got worried. He cocked his head in thought; this was certainly no man. The laughs sounded suspiciously like a woman.
He froze for a split second before a figure jumped out before him.
"Boo!" The stranger shouted playfully. Will jumped back in fright, but tripped over a disguarded tool and fell flat on his back.
"Ahh…oww" Will clutched his head. He opened his eyes to look up at his stalker, and got the shock of his life.
"Are you alright?" Elizabeth Swann questioned, concerned. Her eyes traced the seemingly pathetic form in front of her. Will simply nodded, too stunned to speak, partly because he was slightly winded and partly because the love of his life was kneeling over him.
"I hadn't thought you would be such a coward." She giggled slightly. "Come on then, up you come." She extended her arm out to him. With a shaky hand, he grasped her slender wrist, sending shivers down his spine. The last time he came in any physical contact with her would have had to have been around four years previously, when they were children. Elizabeth pulled them both up to their feet and Will began to dust himself off.
"Miss Swann, you scared me half to death." He exclaimed with slight annoyance. Elizabeth, however, was every bit annoyed.
"William Turner, we have known each other for practically six years now, and you still cannot understand that my name is indeed Elizabeth, not Miss Swann." She retorted. "So in future, I would appreciate being addressed by my proper title." She almost spat, but controlled herself.
"I'm sorry, but propriety prevents me from doing so." He replied, challenging her.
"And why is that?" She almost shouted, "You can call me Elizabeth if you want, there is no written rule saying you must call me Miss Swann, you are a free man Will." He shook his head at her stubbornness, one of the many wonderful qualities he loved about her.
"Never mind that, what brings you here anyway?" Will enquired, setting down the hammer he had raised in his hand.
Elizabeth grunted, fingering the lace that held her dress together. "I was ever so bored at home, so I asked father if I could check on the progress of his sword rather than a servant. Reluctantly, he actually agreed." She replied with a small gasp, not entirely believing that he finally let her out on her own, save for a close watch by the soldiers stationed around Port Royal.
Lifting an eyebrow, she turned to look back at him. "So…how's it coming then?" She questioned, suppressing a small smile.
"Coming along nicely actually, it should be ready to pick up this afternoon." Will walked over to his workbench and brought out the intricate case that held the Governor's sword inside. The sword itself was a sight to behold; the blade finely crafted was held together firmly by the solid guard. The hilt was laden with beautiful gold filigree that seemed to dance a pattern over the form. Will proudly showed it off, by far his best work ever.
Elizabeth peered over curiously. "Will, it's beautiful, father's going to be pleased." She remarked, slightly in awe. As much as Will beamed when his work was praised, he wasn't focusing much on the sword, rather the person admiring it.
Elizabeth finally snapped out of her trance, and grinned. "I better head home, I've been gone a while. Father also sends his apologies, he told me to tell you that he is unable to pick the sword up, so he has arranged to pay you extra for delivery, if that is alright." Will simply nodded, and watched as his love, his Elizabeth strode out of the shop, stopping to say goodbye.
"I'll see you later then!" She said cheerfully before leaving, unaware that her actions and words give Will shivers down his spine.
Will was left with an uneasy feeling in the pit of his stomach; he was going to the Swann mansion, a place he hadn't visited for many years. A mixture of excitement and fear suddenly engulfed him as he put the sword back into its case.