He's a Pirate
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 feelings Elizabeth had been holding onto for so long now. His hand grasped her face as if he were afraid she would fade like the mist of a dream. In fact, he had dreamed and hoped for this so many times, but no amount of imagination could have captured the trueness of this moment. He kissed her passionately, not hearing the waves beating against t
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