Will Turner waited slightly impatiently as he stood in the doorway. He brushed at his tunic and pushed some hair out of his eye. He quickly straightened as the door opened. The manservant looked at him a bit disapprovingly. "Can I help you, Sir?"

"I'm here to deliver a sword to Governor Swan." Will and the man didn't really get along. For some reason the guy didn't like him and always seemed to have a slight disdain for him every time he came over. Maybe he thought Will was just some riff raff who didn't really belong here in the mansion. Holding up the case, Will looked at the man.

Almost as if he refrained a sigh, the servant stepped aside. "I will inform him you are here." He closed the door behind Will. "Wait here." He turned and walked out of the room.

Will looked around the room. It had been some time since he had been here. He used to come here a lot when he was young. He and Elisabeth - Ms. Swan - had been good friends. Then it become improper. She still hadn't given up the childhood friendship but he had. At least formally. And he didn't really see her as a friend. Hadn't really for some time. Maybe that was why the Governor had discouraged him.

[i]"You're a great lad, Will. I'm so glad we have been a part of your life. But Elisabeth," the man paused. "It's just that it's no longer proper for you two to hang out. She's high breed and you..." He was too kind to continue but the implication was the same. "I would appreciate it if you treat my daughter formally from now on."[/i]

So Will had - much to Elisabeth...Ms. Swan's annoyance. He turned, pushing the thought out of his mind. He hoped to see her yet at the same time dreaded it. He loved her but knew he couldn't have her. Frowning at the candle holder on the wall he went over. It looked poorly done. He reached up, it breaking as he touched it. He looked around guiltily. Hearing footsteps he quickly dropped it in a basket and turned toward the stairs.

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The open sea. The fresh salt air. Abigail lifted her face, eyes closed and inhaled it. She loved the sea. The freshness of the air, the great vast water going on forever, the slight splash of the water against the sand. It was almost as if she had it in her veins. But she knew she didn't. She was the daughter of the Lord Peter Ashe and the Lady Merriam. There was no sea blood in their veins - at least not that she knew off. Her mother hated when she went to the docks. It wasn't fitting for a lady to be there. Her father, easily swayed to her opinion - unless her mother was around - hadn't left England a day in his life. He was content to stay on the isle having no need to travel.

But she... She loved it. The occasional journey to visit her cousin was the highlights of her young life. It was always a battle. She had to convince her mother foremost to go. Usually it took sometime and a lot of pressing before the woman would give in. Not that she always did. The last time Abigail had been on the sea was three years ago. An eternity in her opinion. 

But she pressed that away. She was here now. And walking on the beach, the sand in her toes was bliss. Of course, if anyone saw her without her shoes, she'd get a lecture. Her mother would be up the wall at the scandal it would have caused. Though she wasn't here, Abigail's uncle - Governor Swan - was. And he wouldn't have been too pleased. In fact, if he knew she was out this early without anyone's knowledge, he would be most displeased. She was a young woman and very 'vulnerable'. Like anything would happen to her. This was Port Royal. A British port with British law. No one would dare mess with a lady such as herself. And despite the bare feet and slight strands of hair freed from there restraint, she was that. Her bearing, posture, and even dress indicated she was upper class. Not that she cared.

Sometimes she wished she was no one. Just another girl who could live on the beach or on the sea. She often envied those who could sai wherever the wind took them. Her? She had her life very restricted. In fact, she guessed that after this trip she won't be coming back. She had already begin to receive suitors before she left and if her mother had her way, she would be married before next spring. In fact part of their agreement in letting her come was that Abigail would work with her mother. Not that she had a choice - so might as well make the best of it.

She sighed. Marriage. It wasn't that she was opposed - if she found the right man. She just felt she was too young still. Her cousin was older and still had yet to marry. Though she admitted last night that Commander Norrington seemed interested in her. Abigail rolled her eyes. The man was a good decade older than Elisabeth. Besides, a faint smile formed. They both knew where Elisabeth's true feelings lay.

Her few visits had brought her in contact with Will Turner. He was a pleasant young man, that she had a slight crush on when she was younger. She wasn't interested in him now, him just not being her type. Though even if he were, she wouldn't step between her cousin and him. Not that either would have been allowed to even move forward with it. Will was a blacksmith apprentice and well... they were ladies of the court.

Finding herself again going toward that dark train of thought, she opened her eyes and gazed out over the ocean. It was calm today. A slight breeze flickered in the wind, playing at her hair. Her mother would be aghast that it wasn't fully neat but she didn't care. It was done proper but she wasn't going to fix the few strands that had escaped.