PiratesOfCaribbean

Will relished this moment. For twelve years he had been so close and yet so far, and in this point in time, these long seconds, the far has disintegrated.   "No. He's a pirate." Just days ago to hear anyone accuse him of such a thing, using those words toward him, would have had a quick flash of steel to their throat. But that was before he knew the freedom and true connotations the word held. And now, above all else, it was coming from the lips of the one person who could call him anything and now, finally, called him her own. He felt nothing now but those lips against his own as he eagerly accepted and gave back a hundred fold the feelin...

'The sun couldn't be any higher, and the weather more perfect. The beach couldn't be more empty and filled with sticks to use as swords and daggers. And here I am, surrounded by talk and people, and I couldn't be more bored or alone.'    Elizabeth looked out the window of her mansion atop the hill. A beautiful sight to behold, but its beauty was slightly lessened by the forbiddeness of it all, and yet made all the more enticing…    "Father," she looked up innocently with her widened brown eyes, a silent way of begging she hoped he couldn't refuse "I have a few studies to catch up on. I would hate to miss this lovely tea, but I think it bes...