mmmk.
So yea. Pirates. When did Will get that earring? 'Cause I'm pretty sure he didn't have it in the second one. Maybe he thought he'd look more badass like a pirate.
Anyway. I came home, sprawled out on my bed, and wrote this very quickly. Then I had more bunnies, so there's every chance that this will become a series of drabbles. If I am not lazy.
Title: First Piece of Nine: Arrival
Characters/Pairings: Elizabeth, Will
Rating: PG (pre-emptively for later chapters)
Spoiler alert: if you haven't seen At World's End yet, it's recommended that you don't read this. Unless you want spoilers.
Summary: This is hard to summarise without spoiling, so what you need to know is that this takes place after PotC3, from before the credits --> beyond the bit after the credits.
In small villages, new faces never went unnoticed. And when that face belonged to a young and pretty lass who had stepped off a pirate ship, well, it created more than mere ripples.
The people were not unfriendly, just curious. Word soon spread that the woman's name was Elizabeth Turner, and that her husband was on a voyage, a long and exciting, but oft treacherous, journey. She became the talk of the town for quite some time, hubbub that started to die down until her pregnancy sparked more interest.
Elizabeth Turner would have nothing to do with the housewives- gossips and yarn-spinners that they were- her business was her own. Though not callous, she had earned a reputation of being unapproachable, sometimes even branded as aloof. Gossips were quick to condemn, and the rumours, not malicious in origin, quickly became so as they traveled through whispered conversation not fit for the dinner table. All the time, Elizabeth never once bowed her head, and as her stomach grew, so did respect, along with it a certain degree of fear. People treated her like she were a piece of expensive jewelry with ill-fitted gems- one wrong move and she will come undone, stones tumbling, collapsing in on herself.
They underestimated her. She was strong, and once her son, William Turner, was born, she would never be alone.
Anyway. I came home, sprawled out on my bed, and wrote this very quickly. Then I had more bunnies, so there's every chance that this will become a series of drabbles. If I am not lazy.
Title: First Piece of Nine: Arrival
Characters/Pairings: Elizabeth, Will
Rating: PG (pre-emptively for later chapters)
Spoiler alert: if you haven't seen At World's End yet, it's recommended that you don't read this. Unless you want spoilers.
Summary: This is hard to summarise without spoiling, so what you need to know is that this takes place after PotC3, from before the credits --> beyond the bit after the credits.
In small villages, new faces never went unnoticed. And when that face belonged to a young and pretty lass who had stepped off a pirate ship, well, it created more than mere ripples.
The people were not unfriendly, just curious. Word soon spread that the woman's name was Elizabeth Turner, and that her husband was on a voyage, a long and exciting, but oft treacherous, journey. She became the talk of the town for quite some time, hubbub that started to die down until her pregnancy sparked more interest.
Elizabeth Turner would have nothing to do with the housewives- gossips and yarn-spinners that they were- her business was her own. Though not callous, she had earned a reputation of being unapproachable, sometimes even branded as aloof. Gossips were quick to condemn, and the rumours, not malicious in origin, quickly became so as they traveled through whispered conversation not fit for the dinner table. All the time, Elizabeth never once bowed her head, and as her stomach grew, so did respect, along with it a certain degree of fear. People treated her like she were a piece of expensive jewelry with ill-fitted gems- one wrong move and she will come undone, stones tumbling, collapsing in on herself.
They underestimated her. She was strong, and once her son, William Turner, was born, she would never be alone.