Rating: PG-13 for later chapters
Author's Note: This applies to later chapters, but consider this your official warning. This story will contain future slash. For those of you who don't know, slash means a romantic or sexual relationship between two men or two women. If you don't like it, DON'T read it. You wanna' flame me for bad writing skills? Fine. But don't tell me my story is wrong or gross, because you knew what was coming. That said, I hope you enjoy!
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"Drink up me hearties, yo ho..." The words spilled from Elizabeth's lips in a sigh. She gazed listlessly out the window, her eyes staring at something beyond the children playing in the road in front of the house, beyond the fat woman with the wart on her forehead who waved her broom threateningly at them.
"You shouldn't make it a habit, just staring a the sunset like that."
Her gaze fell to the floor at Will's words.
"It's not a habit, Will."
From behind her, Will smiled. He approached her and wrapped his arms around her waist, bending his neck slightly to place his chin on her shoulder. After a few moments of silence between them, he let out a small laugh.
Elizabeth turned her head slightly to look at him. She tried to catch his attention, but it was not focused on her. His sparkling eyes were looking straight ahead.
"Will?" she asked quietly, wrinkling her brow slightly. Will's grin settled into a tight-lipped smile. He pulled his arms back, leaving his hands on her waist, and turned her around. She giggled. "Will, what is it?"
He cocked his head slightly and looked down at her. "Look out the window. Look at what's there, right in front of you."
Elizabeth turned around again, and her lips curled up in displeasure as she saw the woman shake her fist at the children before turning around and mounting her doorstep again.
"Will..."
"Elizabeth, how can you not want that?"
Elizabeth whirled around, her eyes wide. "Are you insane?!" she cried.
Will blinked, looking hurt. He gazed at his wife worriedly for a few moments before laughing in realization.
"No, Liz, not that," he said, pointing out the window. She turned around slowly, uncertainly, just as one of the children, a young boy, looked up, meeting her eyes. He blushed slightly and held up his hand in greeting before running down the road to catch up with his playmates. Will kissed the side of Elizabeth's neck. "That," he whispered.
A smile spread slowly across Elizabeth's face. "Darling?"
"Hmm?"
"I hope he or she...I hope they have your eyes."
She leaned back into Will's body as he draped his arms over her shoulders. She inhaled deeply through her nostrils, and then breathed out slowly through slightly parted lips.
"Can I ask you something?"
"Of course."
"Will you still love me...even when I look like that?"
Will laughed, watching the fat woman enter her house and shut the door behind her.
"I would love you even if you looked like her and smelled like Jack."
"You know, for a pirate, I have to say that Jack's scent was really quite..." Elizabeth searched for the right word.
"Floral?" Will offered uncertainly.
Elizabeth laughed. "Close enough," she said.
They stayed there, at the window, for nearly an hour, just stood there in the company of the other's silence and their own thoughts. They were happy in the modest two-story house in one of the finer areas in Port Royal. It had been a step down for Elizabeth, a step up for Will - but it suited both of them. They were happy there, content with their home and one another...Will told himself this every day.
*Then why am I staring off into the horizon?* Will thought to himself. *And why was she?*