The governor sheathed the sword out of its holding as he listened to the young man, immediately marveling the craftsmanship on such a weapon. Throughout the entire meeting, he wasn't exactly interested on the blacksmith apprentice's technique and skill, but kept his regards on the master, being more overly impressed that the master would do such an amazing job in crafting it. 

"Impressive. Very impressive. I'm sure the Commodore will be most pleased with this", he passes the sword back to Will, so it would placed properly back in its sheath. "Well, do pass my compliments to your master, would you?", he asked him expectedly. 

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Though it wasn't exactly right, Elizabeth had sat right down on the spot she was standing at, right upon a giant rock, that would keep her dress from getting dirty and not letting her father get suspicious. She was wearing the dress that was meant for the wedding, and if she got it full of sand, someone at the ceremony would be more than likely to faint. It would be considered disgraceful and humiliating for the Swann family. For that, she kept an internal promise to not get it ruined. 

Her time of gazing at the horizon was interrupted, once again, but knowing that it was only her young cousin talking, Elizabeth didn't get upset. "A little", she admitted, almost too afraid of what he future would bring for the both of them. Their trips to the beach would end, and their visits with Will might cease than normal. Dissapointely, Elizabeth knew that the Commodore would disapprove of William being near his soon-to-be wife, but he had to give the young man some level of regard, since Norrington also played some part in Will's rescue. 

She remembered that day like it was yesterday - from finding him, to growing up together. To this day, she still considered him to be one of their closest friends. Sure, Abigail may not know Will that much, but if anything, Elizabeth would trust him to put Abigail in his hands. Now, it felt like those days would officially come to an end after all of the marriage. Life was just unfair, but they were ladies of privilege; everything was arranged, not by their own choices. 

After a time, and a sigh, Elizabeth stood up from the spot of where she sat, being very careful in maneuvering herself, in order to not ruin her dress. "We should go", she softly said to Abigail, being internally sad, at the fact that they were leaving their favorite spot in Port Royal.