A/N: This is my first Pirates of the Caribbean fic, so reviews are much appreciated. I have not posted anything on this site for over four months, but this story marks my return! For those of you who are reading my other WIP stories, I will finish them, I promise!

Disclaimer: I (unfortunately) do not own any thing pertaining to the wonderful Pirate movies. This includes Orlando Bloom and Johnny Depp, but if they're reading we could always change that…… lol

One Day For Love

Chapter One: The Escape

Elizabeth sighed as she pushed a stray lock of hair off of her sweaty face. The sun was beating down on Port Royal and the heat was almost unbearable. Then again, it was her own fault that she was out her in the sun on this humid day when she could be sitting in the shade somewhere.

The young fourteen year old continued running down the side streets of Port Royal, dressed in clothes fit for a young boy. Her long hair was braided down her back and pulled away from her face, with a stolen cap placed firmly over her head. She was wearing a pair of trousers and a shirt that she had stolen from one of the stable boys at her home. She had been planning this escape from her confined life at her manor in Port Royal for at least a week now, and she knew exactly what she wanted to do with the time she had before she was discovered.

She wanted to see Will.

Ever since she had met him on the crossing from England two years ago, she had become infatuated with the handsome young boy who was so kind to her. They had befriended each other while onboard the Dauntless and had maintained a steadily growing friendship ever since. Her father had set Will up as an apprentice to the local blacksmith, Mr. Brown, upon their arrival at Port Royal and Elizabeth had visited him at the shop frequently during her first year here.

Will had made Port Royal seem a bearable place to live. Elizabeth had hated the place at first, with all of the official business and high-class society affairs that made her feel so out of place. Will became her best friend in her new home, and the only reason that she didn't flee the island and become a pirate like many of her heroes in her favorite stories.

Then, when Elizabeth had turned thirteen, everything had changed. Her father had given her a coming out party, which had been a lovely affair, but he had not allowed her to invite Will. She had been heart broken, and her sadness only increased when her father informed her that her growing relationship with Will was not proper for "an up-and-coming young lady like yourself". She had been forbidden to frequent his shop anymore, and been told that in no uncertain terms was she to try and continue her relationship with him.

To say that Elizabeth had been enraged was an understatement. She had screamed her head off at her father and threw the most undignified fit that anyone in the Governor's household had ever witnessed. She earned herself a trip straight to bed that night with no dinner. She had sat in her room for hours and waited until she was sure that her father was asleep. Once she had heard the soft click of his door being shut, she had quietly crept out of the house and ran into town.

She had run through Port Royal in her nightgown and proceeded to stop outside of the Blacksmith's shop and repeatedly throw rocks at Will's window until a sleepy form had emerged.

"Who's there?" he had asked; his voice strong and brave in the quiet of night. "Show yourself!"

"Will! It's me!" she had whispered up to him. "I need to talk to you!"

Will's eyes had widened when he took in her appearance, but he hastened down the stairs and quickly came outside to meet her.

"Elizabeth, what are you doing here at this time of night? If your father knew…"

But he had been cut off when Elizabeth had thrown herself into Will's arms and proceeded to sob her heart out. Will had been a bit taken aback at first, to say the least, but he quickly put his arms around her and gently rubbed her back, trying to calm her down.

"Oh, Will," she whispered into his shirt. "Father, he – he told me the most horrible thing today. He – he said – he said that we can't see each other anymore! He told me that I shouldn't be visiting you so often, that I wasn't acting like a proper young lady. Will, I don't want to be a proper young lady! I want to be able to be with you!"

Elizabeth remembered that night clearly as she raced through the hot morning sun towards her familiar destination. Will had let her cry on his shoulder that night before walking her home. He had told her that he wasn't going to try and go against her father's will, and that he would always be there for her, no matter what. It was that night after Will had brought her back home and she was crying silently in her bed when Elizabeth realized that Will Turner was much more than a friend. It was that night which had revealed to Elizabeth that Will Turner was the most wonderful and loving young man she had ever met.

And now, a year later – a year which had held only two meager visits with Will – Elizabeth had finally had enough. Her father and his upper-class society be damned, she wanted to see Will. She was going to spend one entirely happy and carefree day with her best friend if it was the last thing she did. She cared for Will far too much to let her father come in between them.

As Elizabeth neared the Blacksmith's shop she slowed her pace and casually walked to the front of the door and slowly peeked in. She could see Will working at a table in the back, and Mr. Brown sleeping in a chair nearby, an empty bottle of rum in his hand. Elizabeth smiled and quickly let herself into the shop, shutting the door behind her.

"I'll be right with you!"

Elizabeth's smile grew wider as she heard Will's footsteps approaching her. She pulled her stolen stable boy hat farther down over face and hid her eyes from Will, wanting to surprise him.

"Can I help you?" he asked. Will stood next to one of the many work tables and looked at the small figure curiously. Elizabeth smiled and took a step closer to her, speaking in as deep of a voice that she could manage for a young girl of fourteen.

"Ahem, yes, I'm here to place an order for my master," she said, trying desperately to keep the laughter out of her voice.

"Alright, what is it you're here to order?" Will asked as he moved to pick up a piece of parchment and a writing utensil.

Elizabeth smiled and walked up to the front of the counter so that she stood directly across the table from Will. "He would like for you to spend the day with his run away daughter."

Will's eyes shot up and Elizabeth burst out laughing as she swept the hat off her head with a grand flourish.

"Elizabeth?" Will asked, stunned.

"In the flesh!" she exclaimed, quickly running around the counter and giving Will a hug. "I ran away for the afternoon," she confessed, her eyes twinkling merrily, "and I had to come and see you!"

Will smiled shyly and pulled away from Elizabeth. He had missed her just as much as she had missed him, if not more. He was just a little bit more cautious when it came to these things.

"Elizabeth, are you sure that it's a good idea for you to be here with me? I thought your father said -"

"Oh, hang it all!" Elizabeth exclaimed, not at all sounding as lady-like as her father would've hoped. "I haven't spent any time with you in over a year, Will Turner! And we have to make up for all of that in the one day that we have until my father finds me!"

Will couldn't help but smile as she glowed with anticipation at the idea of spending the day with him. Hell, he'd been dreaming of spending more time with her ever since their separation first started. He knew that he couldn't possibly turn her down now, not after being apart from her for so long.

"And what do you have planned for our day together, Miss Swann?" he teased. "And what makes you think that I can get away from Mr. Brown for a day as well?"

"Will Turner I know perfectly well that Mr. Brown has given you Sundays off ever since you started your apprenticeship here. You only spend your days working in the shop because I'm not here to entertain you!" she exclaimed. "Now c'mon, let's get out of here!"

Will hid the slight blush that grew on his cheeks at the truth of her words and quickly slipped on his own hat as she took his hand and led him out of the shop.

They quickly turned off of the main road that the Blacksmith's shop was located on and turned down one of the alleyways that led to the town marketplace. As they walked, Elizabeth removed her hand from Will's and instead shyly linked her arm through his, causing a warm feeling to rise in her stomach as she felt the warmth of his skin against hers.

Will coughed nervously in the growing silence and thought desperately of a way to break it. "So, er- where is your father today?"

"Oh, he's having a meeting with Lieutenant Norrington about some sort of naval thing I believe," she replied. She turned to Will and rolled her lovely brown eyes at the thought. "The meetings always take hours, since both of them indulge in a drink afterwards."

"Just one drink?" Will joked, knowing her father's weakness for a good shot of brandy.

"Most decidedly not," Elizabeth shot back with a wink. "I am quite sure that Father will not be home until much later, which means that it will be almost sundown before he is even aware of my absence."

"And what about all of your maids and servants up at the manor? Surely they didn't let you come into town to spend the day with a blacksmith!" Will said.

"No, no I don't believe they would," Elizabeth said with a smile. "I merely told them that I was feeling terribly ill today from the heat and that I did not wish to be bothered. I ordered them to keep out of my room and I stated that the only person allowed in would be my father, when he returned."

Will had to laugh at her cleverness. Really, she was quite an amazing girl. And she wanted to spend the day with him. Will Turner, the lowly blacksmith with no relations whatsoever.

"Oh, look Will, in that window over there!" Elizabeth squealed, immediately dragging him along with her to inspect their find.

Will laughed and hurried along, feeling wonderfully content and free with the world. Today, Will Turner was somebody. Today, he was the luckiest man in the world. Today, he was with Elizabeth Swann, and he had never been happier.

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A/N: So what did you think? Leave a review and let me know, chapter two is coming soon!