There was a sense of pride, accomplishment that Will felt when the governor complimented the sword. Of course, he didn't show it. From the governor's point of view, it wasn't Will who had done it but his master. And that was fine. He kept the charade. "I will, Sir." He gave a slight bow.

He lingered slightly hoping he might see Elizabeth but he doubted he'd see her. It was her wedding day and she probably had so much to do. Besides, it was probably for the best. She was getting married. It never really would have worked for him. He was a blacksmith and she the daughter of a governor. He was an orphan washed upon the beach, she was a princess, raised like royalty.

"Congratulations on your daughter's wedding," he said not really feeling it but being polite. With another slight bow he left. Again, it was probably for the best. As much as he'd love to see Elizabeth, talk to her, he knew there was a level of propriety expected. She could never know he has feelings for her. That he cared for her. And now that she would marry, he had to ensure she'd never know. 

He left the governor's mansion and started the long walk back to the village below.

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Abigail bit her lip. Her gaze turned seaward again. It was strange seeing her cousin, someone who always was a bit of a rock in her life, be nervous. But at the same time, it was probably expected. Every bride to be was nervous. She wasn't even betrothed to someone yet and already her nerves were on edge. What would he be like? Would he be kind? Gentle? Loving? Or would he be harsh? Stern? Would he be old and unattractive or young and gorgeously handsome?

That was one thing Abigail knew Elizabeth had going for her. The Commodore was attractive. He was also a lot older than her but that wasn't uncommon. Though she knew her cousin's heart was really more set on someone else, though neither discussed it and the older girl would probably deny it if confronted. Still....

She sighed as Elizabeth stood and told her they should go. Going over she found her shoes though she didn't put them on yet. Her feet and ankles had sand on them and she would need to clean them off before putting her shoes on. The fact they were wet didn't help any. Not that she was complaining. In fact, she would do it again if she could.

As they headed off the beach and up toward the house Abigail saw Will. A smile formed on her face, not so much for her but for Elizabeth. She personally didn't know Will too much. They interacted while she was in Port Royal but they didn't have the friendship he and Elizabeth had. She nudged her cousin and inclined her head. "Look who came to visit." Her eyes danced as she knew he was the someone her cousin liked.