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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]

Again, he had not expected his words to elicit a negative response from her. Yet, her slight smile faded ad his question. She explained that she was helping her father today because he had hurt his back. Will glanced around the docks then; he hadn’t been paying attention earlier on, but now that he looked properly, the senior Swann was visibly missing from the docked ships.

He watched her grip tighten on the rope lining the poles, wondering if he had breached a sensitive topic with her, but then again he felt assured that she was willing to confide in him. "I’m sorry to hear that," he said in reply to her explanation. Truly, he was. Mr Swann struck Will as a warm and humble man, who loved his daughter more than anything. He had always been kind and friendly towards Will on the rare occasions that they had met. Most importantly, of course, he was Elizabeth's father. It hurt Will to learn about his ill health just like it would have hurt him if it had been his own mother’s ill health.

Elizabeth turned to him with a small smile, although it was easy to notice that it was rather forced. She told him that she worried about her father, despite it being nothing serious. Will knew exactly what it was like to worry - he worried himself silly too when his mother got even the littlest of colds. He looked back at Elizabeth, "I'm sure he will recover in no time at all," he told her in his most reassuring voice. Elizabeth’s genuine concern and love for her father was one of the many things he just loved about her.

"And in the meantime, I'm sure he's proud to know that he has the world's most wonderful daughter looking after things for him - and looking after him too."

[empress_swann]

She laughed, pulling an errant lock of hair out of her face and ticking it behind her ear. A comment like that just made her think of all the strops she'd had when she was younger, fussing over the most trivial things. At least she'd matured enough over the years that someone could make a comment like that and not seem in the least bit sarcastic. If she was honest, she was glad her hair covered her ears, because she was sure they'd turned a bit red at that moment.

"He is quite resilient, that father of mine." She turned, then, leaning her back against the ropes. Her bag fell to rest against her leg, and she looped the strap over her wrist before shoving her hands into her pockets. She'd hate for it all to go tipping into the water, ruining everything.

"What are you doing down here today, Will?" she asked, making casual conversation.