The Turning of the Tides
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Pirates of the Caribbean (All) › Slash - Male/Male › Jack/Will
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
14
Views:
6,993
Reviews:
48
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0
Currently Reading:
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Chapter 2
TITLE: The Turning of the Tides 2/?
AUTHOR: Seraphina (lealea55@hotmail.com)
PAIRING: even tual Jack/Will slash
RATING: Eventual NC-17
SUMMARY: Elizabeth comes to the same realisations that Will has.
DISCLAIMER: Not mine, never have been and unfortunately never will be
CHAPTER 2
It was a classic clear-cut case of the age old 'we're from two different worlds' saga.
Whilst Elizabeth had enjoyed the chance she'd had to break out of the mould she'd been squeezed into all her life, her adventures with Will and the infamous pirate captain Jack Sparrow had been naught but a novelty and now she was ready to sit back and be a lady. To take Will as her husband and to have him love and cherish her for the rest of his days, just as the vows dictated.
But Elizabeth was beginning to see that Will was a changed man and even though he did love her and she him, he longed for something that she was unable to give him.
She had put his performance on the afternoon of their engagement party down to a bad mood and nerves but over the next few days, Will had displayed to her that he was by no means the gentleman that she longed for him to be.
Despite her urging him to, he refused to give up smithing and his life at the forge. She'd pointed out that it was of no economic benefit to him for his wages were still only that of an apprentice and in spite of being an old drunk, Mr Brown was still the owner of the smith and didn't look like letting go of his grip on this realm any time soon. But Will stubbornly refused to leave. It wasn't a matter of money, he'd countered. It was a matter of sanity and how he, Will, could not live the life she wanted for them without something to retreat to at the end of the day, when his feet were blistered from the foolishly high shoes she made him wear and his scalp itched like the devil from sporting that absurd wig.
Elizabeth sighed as she sat perched on the cleanest stool she could find in the forge and watched Will work. She admired the way he looked when he smithed, hair falling about a face that was severely set in concentration. Sweat ran down his forehead and his arms as he pounded away on a glowing piece of iron set on an anvil, the gleam of the fire lighting his angular planes and shining in those beautiful chestnut eyes of his.
Yes he did look quite pleasing to the eye as he worked but he also looked like a tradesman.a common man with common goals and a common life to boot. No this would never do.
She stood and cautiously made her way closer to him, trying to see what it was that he was fashioning from the piece of iron. Will looked up and smiled at her, happy that she seemed to be taking an interest in his work instead of sitting in the corner, trying to hide the obvious contempt she held for the donkey and it's odour.
She returned the smile, hands behind her back as she peered at the iron on the anvil, craning her neck in an attempt to not have to get too close.
"What are you making William?"
She'd begun to use his full Christian name of late, feeling that it was better suited to a man of status of which he would become once they were married. Will was not a suitable name for the husband of the governor's daughter.
Will blinked several times before answering.
"It's a horseshoe, Elizabeth."
Elizabeth turned her head slightly to look at it from another angle, her brow creased slightly before she broke into a smile.
"Oh yes, so it is. How quaint."
"Would you like to have a try?"
Elizabeth looked up at him and saw there an expression of hope that maybe she could learn to accept him for what he was and take an interest in what it was that he did and loved doing.
Elizabeth smiled meekly back at him.
"Oh, I don't know William.I guess I could give it a try."
Will's smile broadened as he pulled her over to where he stood. She tried not to react to the dirty, sweaty hands that gripped her and she moved to position herself in front of the anvil. Will placed the hammer in her grasp and showed her where to strike. As her hands swung down awkwardly, she let out a small squeal as sparks flew up from the red hot metal. This was not work for a lady but she continued anyway under Will's guiding hands.
She couldn't hide her sigh of relief when Will told her she'd done enough and took hold of the horseshoe in a pair of tongs.
"Now you need to douse it, " he instructed, the smile on his face never wavering as she looked uncertainly between the implement in her hands and the bucket of murky water a little to her right to her.
Will gave her an encouraging nod as she took a step towards the bucket and plunged the hot metal into it.
A 'whoop' of surprise left her mouth as steam poured off the horse shoe and she staggered backwards, not wanting to ruin her hair that had been set for the week that very morning. As she reeled backwards she tripped over Will's feet and landed quite promptly on her rump on the filthy dirt floor.
"Elizabeth!" Will cried, rushing to her side.
She was grateful for Will as he wasted no time in hauling her to her feet but she also wished that he would refrain from grasping at her arms so much as she stared dismally at the black smudges all over the cream silk of her sleeve.
She tried not to pull to harshly out of his grasp as she attempted in vain to dust herself off. These stains would never come out.
It was then that Elizabeth Swann realised that she was way out of her league. Oh how the tides had turned.
AUTHOR: Seraphina (lealea55@hotmail.com)
PAIRING: even tual Jack/Will slash
RATING: Eventual NC-17
SUMMARY: Elizabeth comes to the same realisations that Will has.
DISCLAIMER: Not mine, never have been and unfortunately never will be
CHAPTER 2
It was a classic clear-cut case of the age old 'we're from two different worlds' saga.
Whilst Elizabeth had enjoyed the chance she'd had to break out of the mould she'd been squeezed into all her life, her adventures with Will and the infamous pirate captain Jack Sparrow had been naught but a novelty and now she was ready to sit back and be a lady. To take Will as her husband and to have him love and cherish her for the rest of his days, just as the vows dictated.
But Elizabeth was beginning to see that Will was a changed man and even though he did love her and she him, he longed for something that she was unable to give him.
She had put his performance on the afternoon of their engagement party down to a bad mood and nerves but over the next few days, Will had displayed to her that he was by no means the gentleman that she longed for him to be.
Despite her urging him to, he refused to give up smithing and his life at the forge. She'd pointed out that it was of no economic benefit to him for his wages were still only that of an apprentice and in spite of being an old drunk, Mr Brown was still the owner of the smith and didn't look like letting go of his grip on this realm any time soon. But Will stubbornly refused to leave. It wasn't a matter of money, he'd countered. It was a matter of sanity and how he, Will, could not live the life she wanted for them without something to retreat to at the end of the day, when his feet were blistered from the foolishly high shoes she made him wear and his scalp itched like the devil from sporting that absurd wig.
Elizabeth sighed as she sat perched on the cleanest stool she could find in the forge and watched Will work. She admired the way he looked when he smithed, hair falling about a face that was severely set in concentration. Sweat ran down his forehead and his arms as he pounded away on a glowing piece of iron set on an anvil, the gleam of the fire lighting his angular planes and shining in those beautiful chestnut eyes of his.
Yes he did look quite pleasing to the eye as he worked but he also looked like a tradesman.a common man with common goals and a common life to boot. No this would never do.
She stood and cautiously made her way closer to him, trying to see what it was that he was fashioning from the piece of iron. Will looked up and smiled at her, happy that she seemed to be taking an interest in his work instead of sitting in the corner, trying to hide the obvious contempt she held for the donkey and it's odour.
She returned the smile, hands behind her back as she peered at the iron on the anvil, craning her neck in an attempt to not have to get too close.
"What are you making William?"
She'd begun to use his full Christian name of late, feeling that it was better suited to a man of status of which he would become once they were married. Will was not a suitable name for the husband of the governor's daughter.
Will blinked several times before answering.
"It's a horseshoe, Elizabeth."
Elizabeth turned her head slightly to look at it from another angle, her brow creased slightly before she broke into a smile.
"Oh yes, so it is. How quaint."
"Would you like to have a try?"
Elizabeth looked up at him and saw there an expression of hope that maybe she could learn to accept him for what he was and take an interest in what it was that he did and loved doing.
Elizabeth smiled meekly back at him.
"Oh, I don't know William.I guess I could give it a try."
Will's smile broadened as he pulled her over to where he stood. She tried not to react to the dirty, sweaty hands that gripped her and she moved to position herself in front of the anvil. Will placed the hammer in her grasp and showed her where to strike. As her hands swung down awkwardly, she let out a small squeal as sparks flew up from the red hot metal. This was not work for a lady but she continued anyway under Will's guiding hands.
She couldn't hide her sigh of relief when Will told her she'd done enough and took hold of the horseshoe in a pair of tongs.
"Now you need to douse it, " he instructed, the smile on his face never wavering as she looked uncertainly between the implement in her hands and the bucket of murky water a little to her right to her.
Will gave her an encouraging nod as she took a step towards the bucket and plunged the hot metal into it.
A 'whoop' of surprise left her mouth as steam poured off the horse shoe and she staggered backwards, not wanting to ruin her hair that had been set for the week that very morning. As she reeled backwards she tripped over Will's feet and landed quite promptly on her rump on the filthy dirt floor.
"Elizabeth!" Will cried, rushing to her side.
She was grateful for Will as he wasted no time in hauling her to her feet but she also wished that he would refrain from grasping at her arms so much as she stared dismally at the black smudges all over the cream silk of her sleeve.
She tried not to pull to harshly out of his grasp as she attempted in vain to dust herself off. These stains would never come out.
It was then that Elizabeth Swann realised that she was way out of her league. Oh how the tides had turned.