Characters: Will POV (mentionings of Will/Elizabeth)
Setting: on the open sea, set in the midst of POC as they travel to save the fair Miss Swan
Rating: G--nothing too horrible for the young
Disclaimer: None of the characters are mine, but the things I would do with Will Turner. Author: StorydivaGirl, Copyright@ 2003, TommyGirl Productions
Archive: Sure, if you like, just give proper credit...
Written in Response to Challenge #3 at pirates500, crossposted at caribbeandreams
Love Lessons from the Open Sea
There was no way they would ever make it in time; no way except through sheer luck, he thought miserably. This was a desperate situation and yet as he peered over his shoulder in Jack's direction, it appeared as if Jack was actually smiling. Smiling at such a dire time, quite bold for a man that gave the words "peculiar" and "blighter" new meaning. Smiling.how did he do it? If Will asked, he would be met with a strange leer and nonsensical response the likes of, "I am Captain Jack Sparrow, lad. Try not to fret and remember, it would not be wise to think wisely unless one wants to find himself on the wrong end of a pirate's blade."
It was not so easy for Will to relax and enjoy their voyage. Every muscle in his body was on alert and his mind plagued him with horrible images of Elizabeth. The idea of her locked away with the vilest of scoundrels, grotesque pirates who were forcing God-knows-what upon her was enough to drive anyone, especially Will Turner, mad.
This was his doing. Elizabeth was in danger and the blood coursing through Will's veins was to blame. Of that he was certain, in the same manner that he knew his name and that his passion for Elizabeth could never be quashed- easily, most certainly. If something happened to her.Will was not going to dwell on the possibility. He and Jack would have to make it to her, test of fortitude and all that, even if it meant tossing their sorry bottoms overboard and swimming for the island.
"Aye boy, mind the sails," Mr. Gibbs shouted, forcing Will to focus his attention on more imminent matters, like the storm The Interceptor had found its way into.
He hoisted his rope and his mind once again wandered to Elizabeth. Had it really been only yesterday morning that she had brought up their first encounter? "I had a dream about you last night.about the day we met. Do you remember?" A small part of him, despite the impropriety of it all, desired nothing more than to confide that he could never forget that afternoon. Her exquisite face smiling down at him, big eyes sparkling with confidence, promising him that he was going to be okay-he was sure that he had died, that Miss Swann was his personal angel. It was then he knew that she was the only woman he would ever love, the only woman to cause passion to reign over his every waking thought until he found himself wallowing in the madness of unrequited love.
Or worse. It wasn't unreciprocated, only improper, never meant to be. His station in life was not deserving of Elizabeth, who was much better suited with Commodore Norrington, and he long ago decided that not knowing and yearning from afar was the most painless alternative.
He was no longer sure of anything. His father was a pirate, something he wanted no familiarity with was surging from within him, filling him with confusion, hatred, and worry.and the rash urge to unburden himself upon Elizabeth, to share with her the depths of his devotion. How every word off her lips ignited poetry in his heart. The way her smile shot across the room and hit him in the chest like an arrow. That seeing her engaged in pleasantries with Norrington killed him.
Will would let her know that she had his heart if she wanted it. He would see to it that she was safe, happy, and loved. But first they had to rescue her, and Will could only pray that they made to her in time.
Setting: on the open sea, set in the midst of POC as they travel to save the fair Miss Swan
Rating: G--nothing too horrible for the young
Disclaimer: None of the characters are mine, but the things I would do with Will Turner. Author: StorydivaGirl, Copyright@ 2003, TommyGirl Productions
Archive: Sure, if you like, just give proper credit...
Written in Response to Challenge #3 at pirates500, crossposted at caribbeandreams
Love Lessons from the Open Sea
There was no way they would ever make it in time; no way except through sheer luck, he thought miserably. This was a desperate situation and yet as he peered over his shoulder in Jack's direction, it appeared as if Jack was actually smiling. Smiling at such a dire time, quite bold for a man that gave the words "peculiar" and "blighter" new meaning. Smiling.how did he do it? If Will asked, he would be met with a strange leer and nonsensical response the likes of, "I am Captain Jack Sparrow, lad. Try not to fret and remember, it would not be wise to think wisely unless one wants to find himself on the wrong end of a pirate's blade."
It was not so easy for Will to relax and enjoy their voyage. Every muscle in his body was on alert and his mind plagued him with horrible images of Elizabeth. The idea of her locked away with the vilest of scoundrels, grotesque pirates who were forcing God-knows-what upon her was enough to drive anyone, especially Will Turner, mad.
This was his doing. Elizabeth was in danger and the blood coursing through Will's veins was to blame. Of that he was certain, in the same manner that he knew his name and that his passion for Elizabeth could never be quashed- easily, most certainly. If something happened to her.Will was not going to dwell on the possibility. He and Jack would have to make it to her, test of fortitude and all that, even if it meant tossing their sorry bottoms overboard and swimming for the island.
"Aye boy, mind the sails," Mr. Gibbs shouted, forcing Will to focus his attention on more imminent matters, like the storm The Interceptor had found its way into.
He hoisted his rope and his mind once again wandered to Elizabeth. Had it really been only yesterday morning that she had brought up their first encounter? "I had a dream about you last night.about the day we met. Do you remember?" A small part of him, despite the impropriety of it all, desired nothing more than to confide that he could never forget that afternoon. Her exquisite face smiling down at him, big eyes sparkling with confidence, promising him that he was going to be okay-he was sure that he had died, that Miss Swann was his personal angel. It was then he knew that she was the only woman he would ever love, the only woman to cause passion to reign over his every waking thought until he found himself wallowing in the madness of unrequited love.
Or worse. It wasn't unreciprocated, only improper, never meant to be. His station in life was not deserving of Elizabeth, who was much better suited with Commodore Norrington, and he long ago decided that not knowing and yearning from afar was the most painless alternative.
He was no longer sure of anything. His father was a pirate, something he wanted no familiarity with was surging from within him, filling him with confusion, hatred, and worry.and the rash urge to unburden himself upon Elizabeth, to share with her the depths of his devotion. How every word off her lips ignited poetry in his heart. The way her smile shot across the room and hit him in the chest like an arrow. That seeing her engaged in pleasantries with Norrington killed him.
Will would let her know that she had his heart if she wanted it. He would see to it that she was safe, happy, and loved. But first they had to rescue her, and Will could only pray that they made to her in time.