The Muse: PotC dialogue relating to Will/Elizabeth romance a little, shall we say abstractly?

Don't Stop

He preserved my sight measuredly. Acquainting my form with thorough eyes.

"Will!" came an exclamation, "Its so good to see you. I had a dream about you last night."

Grazing every inch with his roughened blacksmith hands. He nodded to himself as if in an acknowledgment. Having seen a potential I myself hadn't known I possessed.

"You said you gave Barbossa my name instead of yours," he raised his head to hold the sight with incredulity, "Why?"

Aflame torridly in his view. The crimson ambers enveloped my form lapping up in eager exile.

"But we've got to save Will!"

A slow pain counterpoint to the burn that had accessed my untapped zeal shone in my readiness.

"Your fiance would be wanting to know you are safe..."

Again and again I was ladened with a known burden. Shaping me into something I was supposed to be. Something I knew not myself. Or did I?

"Elizbeth, I should've told you everyday from the moment I met you," he weighed in anticipatory breathlessness, "I love you."

The cooling liquid quenched with vehmence a needy heat that had persisted all along.

"This is a beautiful sword. I would expect the man who made it to show the same care and devotion in every aspect of his life."

Will admired his newly finished sword with a smile accosting his lips.

"Don't stop..."