Disclaimer: All rights of Pirates of the Caribbean belong to Disney. I am making no financial gain from this story whatsoever.
A/N: I plan to write this as a series of short stories, each intending to expand what was revealed in the two movies. Some of them will be one-shots, while others may continue on from a previous one, but I am deliberately making no direct linkage in the story-telling. I'll leave out what happens if it's already discussed in the movies, or to your own imaginations (the second being a fancy way of saying I had no idea how to expand those scenes out).
The stories will proceed from pre-Curse of the Black Pearl, to what happens after the second movie. I'll try to keep it in chronological order, but I may jump around the timeline.
Two young children sat at the edge of a pier. Ships and boats passed in front of them. Men huffed around, labouring to move the cargo into and out of the port.
The young boy's dishevelled state stood in marked contrast to the young girl's clean, pretty, demeanor.
"I'm Will Turner," he said.
"I remember," she replied. "I'm Elizabeth Swann."
They remained silent for a period of time.
"Miss Swann," Will began.
"Elizabeth," she corrected.
"Miss Swann," he persisted. "I never got to thank you for saving me."
"There's no need to," the girl waved away.
"Well, I feel I must," he said.
"Okay then," she said. "You're welcome."
The Governor's mansion stood proudly in the bright Caribbean sun, the clear skies and windy breeze making it a delightful day for one to enjoy the outdoors.
Two young teenagers sat on a bench outside the servant quarters. Once again, the contrast of the two classes was easily visible.
"Will?" Elizabeth asked. "Is there something wrong with me?"
"Huh?" he asked, distracted.
"Why are you looking at me like that?"
"What?" he blustered. "Oh, nothing really... I just noticed something."
"What?" she asked curiously, wondering what exactly got the teenage boy in front of her so fascinated.
"It was your hair," he said, and then quickly shut up after realising exactly what he said.
She stared at him.
"My hair?" she asked. "Is there something wrong with it?"
"Yeah," he said, thinking quickly. "The wind's blowing it into your face."
"Miss Swann?" asked a servant from the garden. "Your father's looking for you."
Elizabeth left after saying her goodbyes to Will.
"Will?" the servant continued when Elizabeth was out of hearing range. "It wouldn't do to put your hopes on her."
"Whatever do you mean?" he asked.
"It's obvious by how you look at her," the servant said. "You're smitten by her."
"I am not!" he replied hotly.
"Deny it, or admit it," said the servant. "You wear your heart on your sleeve, son."
Will was silent.
"Listen," the servant said. "You're training to be a blacksmith. A blacksmith. There will never be a chance of you being with her."
Will remained silent, looking at his boots.
"Look, you're a good kid," the servant noted. "And a good-looking one, too. You're sure to catch the fancy of many-a-lass that'll meet you. But not Elizabeth Swann. It's more than a mountain to climb to overcome the class problem."
"But what if I were willing to try to climb it?" Will finally spoke, looking up and facing the servant, looking at him right in the eye..
"Then you will surely fall and fail," replied the servant. "For while you may be sure of your feelings, you've ignored hers. She'll fall for some dashing man, high in the ranks of the navy perhaps, or maybe a wealthy trader, who will regale her with tales and gifts. Things that you will never possess for you to give."
"I can try," snapped Will. "I don't want any other lass. I want Elizabeth. I know it's difficult. But I can try."
"To what end?" asked the servant sharply. "So you can pour out your heart and then watch it shatter in front of you? How will she ever see you more than a blacksmith when you cannot excite her like those other men who will try their damndest to woo? Such a beautiful woman will have many powerful men competing for her affections? What can you give her?"
"I can give her my love," said Will softly, now looking at his boots again.
"Tell me," the servant spoke, "is that enough?"
She sat at the table, silent and brooding, paying no attention to the plate of food in front of her.
"Aren't you going to eat, Elizabeth?" Governor Swann asked, seated across her.
"Sorry," she replied. "I don't have much of an appetite."
Her father placed down the knife and fork he was holding.
"Is there something wrong?" he asked.
"Nothing," she said. "I just don't feel hungry."
"Elizabeth, please," he urged. "I can see something's bothering you."
"It's Will," she sighed, after a moment of silence.
"Yes," she said. "I haven't seen him for over four months. I think I must've done something to anger him."
"Perhaps he's busy," the Governor said. "There has been an increase in the sword requests because of the war."
"No, it's not that," she argued. "Something's bothering him. I know when he feels bad. Last time I met him, he was withdrawn. He didn't want to talk long, and left in a hurry."
"Why don't you ask him?" her father queried.
"What?" Elizabeth asked back. "What if it is me that he's angry at? I can't bear the thought of Will Turner being angry at me."
"Settle down, settle down," the Governor said softly. "Firstly, you said he was withdrawn, it doesn't mean he's angry. Secondly, why would you think it's you? Will has a difficult life, being on his own. There are many possible things aggravating him.
"Thirdly," he continued, "why don't you just ask him? If it is you, you can apologise. If it isn't, you may then start eating again."
Elizabeth let out a small smile on her aggrieved face.
"I'll see him tomorrow, then," she said.
"Tomorrow?" he asked in shock. "I'm not going to sit with you being moody all night. Go talk to him now."
"Yes," he said. "It's only late afternoon. Sunset isn't to arrive for a while. Go."
She didn't wait to be told twice.
The loud knocking on the door did not stop as Will walked quickly to the large wooden door, wiping his grimy hands on an equally grimy cloth.
"I'm coming," he yelled angrily.
"Elizabeth?" he said when the door was opened. "What on earth is wrong?"
"I just wanted to see you," she said cheerily.
He noted the tinge of sadness in her eyes, despite the facade of her smile.
"Is something the matter?" he asked.
Her smile fell.
"Well, yes," she said, and then paused. "You've been avoiding me. Are you mad at me?"
"Avoiding you?" he queried. "I haven't been doing that."
"I haven't seen you for months," she remarked.
"I know that," he said. "I've been busy. A large order of swords were put in and I had to make them quick. Plus I've been having some other difficulties."
"Oh," she said. "I thought it was something to do with me."
"With you? Never," he lied.
To his surprise, she grabbed him and hugged him hard.
"I've missed you," she said.
"And I've missed you, too," he replied.
As if she realised what she did, she quickly separated from him. They remained standing, awkwardly, not sure of what to say.
"I've got to get back home," she then said.
"I'll be seeing you," Will said.
He watched her go to the carriage, and board it. He stared at the carriage as it left, until it vanished around a corner. He then shut the door, and sat on a chair, in thought.
The words of Elizabeth's servant still rang in his ears, five months after hearing them. The words would play in his mind, again and again, consuming his thoughts.
Elizabeth Swann was a difficult person to read. Will felt so strongly about her, but he couldn't do anything without being sure of her feelings first. He couldn't risk seducing the Governor's daughter. If she rejected, his life could have alot of difficulties.
Plus, she gave him no sign that she loved him back. No hint that she didn't feel anything more than just friendship towards him.
No. He'll have to change his way of treating her. He'll have to prevent the inevitable hurt that was to come to him should he proceed in this path.
And the first thing he'd have to do was to stop calling her 'Elizabeth'. 'Miss Swann' will do just fine.
A/N: Please review. Thanks.