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[empress_swann]

Who: Elizabeth Swann and Will Turner
What: A chance meeting.
When: Monday afternoon. [complete]
Where: Passamaquoddy Docks.
Warnings: none, because Will and Liz are fluffy, fluffy bunnies.

The thing Elizabeth probably enjoyed the most about Passamaquoddy Docks was the smell. Not that sour, fishy smell that most people were assaulted with when the

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[prettyboy_hero]

"M-me?"

Will was completely caught off guard by her last casual statement. Sure, he had been entertaining the idea, but only oh-so-briefly;it had flitted in, anhd then back out of his mind again, only to re-enter as she uttered those words.

"Yeah!" his face split into a grin. Then he realised he sounded a little too enthusiastic, and cleared his throat. Actually, he couldn't tell if she was being serious or not, especially since she was giving him this sidelong glance that seemed to say she was watching for his reaction. But, surely, she wouldn't joke with him about something like that?

"Yeah.. you could," he continued absently, "I mean.. I would love to..go with you..if you want me to.."

He had been looking directly at her as he stuttered, but as he trailed off, his gaze lost its intensity too, and dropped to his feet. Suddenly, he became acutely aware of his grimy sandaled feet, his unevenly-trimmed toenails. He, Will Turner, attend a fancy dinner party with Elizabeth Swann? Would he be an appropriate 'date'? He stared harder at his toes. Well, it was nothing a good grooming couldn't fix, he decided finally.

He looked up at Elizabeth again, trying to cover up his moment of insecurity with a joke. "Well, I promise to provide more stimulation - uh - stimulating conversation than the houseplants," he quipped.

[empress_swann]

Elizabeth's face split into a wide smile as she turned to face Will directly for the first time since they'd started their conversation. "Oh, would you? I can't promise it will be exciting or enjoyable by any means, but having you there would at least make it bearable."

Take a friend. Take a friend no one else really knew. What a novel idea, Elizabeth, you should have thought of it sooner. Will was intelligent. He didn't (she assumed) care what other people said of him, and wouldn't keep her posing for photographs for any length of time. She could probably rush in with him and avoid photography altogether.

It would also certainly stick it to Gaston, but this idea flew across the back of Elizabeth's mind, as she wasn't particularly one to use people for ulterior motives. The prospect of almost having a good time at a de Beaumont party was something that Elizabeth had ever only dreamed of.

"I'd be very happy if you'd accompany me, Will."

[prettyboy_hero]

"And I'd be very happy to do anything that makes you very happy, Elizabeth," Will said gallantly, "Which means, yes, I'll go with you, if only to spare you from having to talk to house plants," He flashed her a wry grin, but groaned inwardly at his repeated lame joke.

He met her eyes with a genuine smile as they faced each other now, finally. He was over the moon that she had asked him; that she thought him suitable to be seen with in front of all those rich and elaborately dressed people; that she would think that his presence at the party would make her feel more comfortable.

But, if Elizabeth was looking closely enough, she might have noticed the sliver of doubt that was passing in and out of his eyes, betraying his inner dilemma. Would he be the one ending up making a fool of himself? He had never been to any high-class parties. He wouldn't know anyone there at all but Elizabeth, but that was enough for him already, he supposed. He wouldn't know how exactly to carry himself, how to dine with the proper etiquette, and all that. He wouldn't know how to react if people started gossiping, or worse, tried to engage him in high-class conversation. Still, Will had always had a gung-ho attitude about things, and it wasn't going to be any different this time. He was going to impress Elizabeth, not make her regret ever asking him along.

One thing though.. He didn't think he had anything suitable to wear, Will had never been one to invest in fancy threads, he had always been a comfort-over-fashion kind of guy. Even the best suit he owned wouldn't quite deem fit for a Gaston de Beaumont type of party. As this sank in, he looked to Elizabeth, his expression turn half bemused, half helpless, but all desperate.

"Just.. advise me on what to wear?"