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[turned_captain]

When he has no pressing mission to embark on, a lot of Will's life becomes routine. He wakes, he practices swordwork on his own, he takes breakfast, he works in the forge - now with added apprentice. At mid-morning he comes down to a pleasant lakeside glade with sword strapped to his belt, ready for his lesson with Elizabeth.

The weather's slowly improving, but it's nothing like the Carribbean. On a good day, like this one, it reminds him of summers in Kent, waving a bulrush around and pretending to fight highwaymen while his mother watched from her bath chair.

His mother isn't the parent on his mind right now, though. Not with Bootstrap's knife weighing down his belt.

Lost in his thoughts, Will stands at the edge of the grass and looks out over the lake to the Black Pearl, waiting patiently for Elizabeth to arrive for her daily lesson.

All in the routine.

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[turned_captain]

They're tired, and sweaty, and beginning to ache from exertion. But all there is for Will right now is her body in his arms, her mouth against his, and just her filling his senses.

He kisses her for as long as he can, and eventually pulls back just for the space, mouth turning up into a fond smile.

[try_corsets]

Elizabeth, flushed from the heady combination of Will and the end of their lesson, catches her breath, searches his eyes and smiles slowly in return. Her fingers come up to lovingly trace his lips, caress his cheek.

Abruptly, she brushes another kiss against his mouth and looks away, stepping back to sheath her sword.

If only it -- this -- were as easy as it sometimes seems.

[turned_captain]

She looks away, and his smile fades to vaguely pleasant resignation. Stepping back himself, Will sheathes his sword smoothly, and offers her a hand.

Maybe they'll talk over lunch.

[try_corsets]

Maybe.

She stares at his hand for a moment before sliding her fingers through his and starting for the bar.

Right now she's not sure she's willing to risk it.