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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]

The call of the seabirds, mingled with those of the fisher folk, the roiling waves in the distance, the salty tang of sea spray; it was all too familiar to Will. He found comfort in them. Coming to the Passamaquoddy Docks felt to him like coming to a home away from home, not least of all because this was where he had passed much of his spare time in his teenage years.

Of course, then, it had been in search of two of the most elusive people in his life - his father, and Elizabeth Swann. Most of the time, it was the latter that drew him here, much as Will was reluctant to admit this, even to himself.

Today though, it was with neither of these intentions that Will had wandered to the Docks. It had been a long morning of lectures back to back, and he had a long evening of fencing practice ahead later on; he figured he needed some fresh air in between. That was all he wanted, really. Or so he had told himself.

But of course that was before he saw her. Elizabeth. Arms crossed behind his back, let hand laced through his sandal straps, he had been strolling barefooted on the boards. He loved being this close to the sea, he had been keeping his head down as he walked, lost in his thoughts, watching through the gaps in the planks how the azure tongues of the waves licked at the barnacle-encrusted wood, merely inches away from his own bare feet. Then, he had looked up, and saw Elizabeth just up ahead of him. He had not expected that she would be there (a little part of him had hoped fervently though), but yet there she was, just as she had been that very first day he had caught sight of her, gazing out at the sae, with her arms resting on the ropes.It was almost like fate.

Predictably, his heart began to beat faster as he neared where she was standing. He forced an expression of calm and collectedness onto his face as he finally reached her.

"Elizabeth," he breathed, "Hi." He said to her back. The slight shyness and self-consciousness that seemed to inevitably overcome him whenever he was around her was evident in his voice.

All thoughts of taking a walk to clear his mind vanished from his head as he moved to stand beside her, slinging his arms over the ropes.

"Beautiful, isn't it?" He commented a little vaguely, turning his gaze to the sea as well.

Like many times before, he was filled with a sudden, inexplicable yearning, longing.

[empress_swann]

Elizabeth hadn't expected to see anyone her own age during her little work venture, let alone Will Turner. But he'd appeared - surprised her, even - and a smile turned up on her face as he stood next to her.

"Will! Hi." She breathed out a laugh, her shoulders relaxing back into the almost-slouch she had over the ropes. "You startled me."

She glanced over at him, at his dark eyes through his unruly hair, but he still wasn't looking at her. He had a habit of looking away from her. She'd noticed this very early on. In turn, she looked back out to the open waters. "It's a lovely day, yes."

[prettyboy_hero]

He flushed a little when she let out a light laugh, saying that he had startled her. "I'm sorry that I did," he said softly, his gaze still trained on the horizon, "I didn't mean to."

Will waited for the what are you doing here?, but it didn't seem to come. Instead, he felt her give him a sidelong glance, then, apparently because he still hadn't looked at her, she turned her gaze back to the sea. He sneaked a glance back at her out of the side of his eye. She looked happy to see him, at least. A smile teased on his lips as she agreed that it was beautiful weather.

He turned fully to face her then, searching for something less inane to say. "Helping out your father today?" he finally asked, an expression of earnest curiosity on his face.

[empress_swann]

Her face fell. It wasn't that she didn't enjoy helping her father - she did it on a number of ocassions, and it was while helping her father that she'd met Will, in fact - but the circumstances this time were still rather worrisome.

"I guess you could say that, yes," she replied, straightening herself out. Her hands gripped the coarse rope in front of her. "The doctor says he's thrown his back out, so he's still in for a few days of bed rest, I'm afraid." She looked to him, forcing a small smile onto her features. "It's nothing serious, but I still worry about him. He tends to run himself into the ground."