Chocolate brown orbs revealed from before the owners lids, having noticed the new day had arrived. A groan came from the same owner of the chocolate brown eyes. A male young male on a cot covering his face with hands, realizing that he had a dream of the past, of when he was only a child. Looking around at his surroundings to find that he was within the shelter of his forge. Looking at the closed windows that gave little sunlight to the building within. getting up, Will Turner, went to water basin to splash water to his face. Drying his face, he remembered about his important delivery today. A sword that was going to be presented to the Commodore at his promotion ceremony. Wearing roughly formal attire, typical for a commoner of his status while sitting withing a transporting carriage that was making it's way toward a wealthy mansion. Sitting in Will's lap was a large presentation case that had the sword within and safe. 

Having arrived the estate from the way they stopped and the opening of the carriage door from the rider that had stepped down from his perch, Will thanked him before looking to the estate, already feeling small. Out of place. Knocking on the expensive looking door, he was welcomed by a upperclassman who steps aside and allowing him to enter. Waiting ever so patiently for the host of the household, Will looks at his surroundings in the meantime, his eyes spotting a fancy looking candleholder with some intricate disigns. Fiddling with it lightly at first only to realize that he had accidently applied too much pressure to it as it breaks from the wall like it barely anything had kept it in place at all. This worried Will for he was looking quickly as he had panicked, William places it in a umbrella case next to him and moving away from that spot like nothing happened at all. Holding the presentation case more securely.