Will quickly moved away from the candlestick as the governor could be heard coming. He straightened, brushed his jacket down and waited. He gave a slight bow as the man walked in. There was power radiating from Governor Swann. Purpose. Despite the fact the man had been there when he had drifted on the shore, there really hadn't been a lot of connection between the two. Oh, he owed the governor thanks for arranging a place for him to stay before setting him up with an apprenticeship. For that he was grateful. But there was no relationship beyond that. The man had never been an integral part of his life. Despite the fact that Will and Elizabeth had been friends. 

"Governor," his tone was polite, his facial expression respectful. He offered up the case. "Just as you requested. My master sends his regards."

Not really. The other man had been drunk that he wasn't really cohesive. But it was all part of the whole act. Nobody cared. Though anyone who really paid attention and came by the shop quickly realized that the older man was barely cognitive and active. It was really Will who did the work. But the charade continued. They'd ask Will for his "master" to make something, he'd tell them it will be done. [i]He[/i] makes it and then lets them think what they will.

It was far kinder than he should be but it was something he was used to do. It had started when he was a bit younger and he hadn't wanted to give away the secret. First off, it was a bit humiliating. Second, despite everything, the drunk man had taken him in and taught him.  Though still, it was amazing he knew anything.

"Created just like you requested. May I?" He asked taking the sword from the governor. "Perfect balance." He showed the craftsmanship off slightly. He was very proud of this piece. Probably one of the best he had done. He handed it back to the governor. "The Commodore will love it."


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Abigail tilted her head slightly to hear her cousin. A smile grew on her lips at the reply. She didn't mind. In fact, she could probably stay here all day. The waves, the sand on her feet, the breeze, the smells, the sights - all of it was so much. She had missed this so bad.

London was nothing like this. You had the rare smell of the ocean but most of the time you had other smells: fish, tar, people, smoke - there were so many other odors in the air that it destroyed the perfect smell of the sea. And then of course the riverbank had no sand. And even if there no people around, you dare not walk barefoot due to getting a splinter or hurting your foot on the wood. Not that she would go barefoot there.

As it was, just going barefoot here would have caused her mother to have a fit. It was completely unladylike and improper. But she loved it. Couldn't resist it. And would dreadfully miss it.

Turning she headed further up the beach to where Elizabeth was. It was amusing her cousin didn't go too close to the waters. If she knew she could get away with it, Abigail would wade even further out and let the waves crash against her. But it was difficult to do so with an overly bearing dress and others would then know what she had done. And that would take away any chance of her coming back here.

Elizabeth knew but they both understood her father would not approve. Nor would Commodore Norrington. Pausing beside her cousin, Abigail looked up at the woman who she considered a sister, someone closer than anyone she ever had known. Even her 'friends' - if you wanted to use that term - back in London held no candle to the relationship she had with Elizabeth."

"Lizabeth," She said, using her nickname for the other girl - the one she had called since first meeting her so long ago. "Are you nervous?" She looked over curious and a bit afraid of the answer. She had yet to tell her cousin that her family had already started looking to engage her and that this would be her last trip out here.

She had meant to but things happened. And of course, the news that Elizabeth was getting married had carried over everything.