Clove back in time (Hunger Games and Pirates Of The Caribbean)

Chapter 13: aging

A/N OK, so I haven't watched PotC in AGES so my memory might be a bit off, so if you want to correct me on any mistakes that occur in the next chapters, DO NOT HESITATE TO POINT THEM OUT!

I plonked down on my new bed at Elizabeth's house. The room I was sitting in was spacious and neat, lace on almost every surface. Polished wooden furniture was scattered here and there throughout the room, all the chairs covered in silk cushions and the tables in lacy doilies. A crystal chandelier hung from the ceiling, which was painted a light creamy shade of gold. A large window sat at one end of the room, surrounded by lace-covered curtains and next to it was my massive bed, one of the only things in the whole room not  covered by lace, if you don't count the blue stuff on the edges of the pillows.

Expensive looking ornaments decorated the room, giving it a cramped kind of look. Not my thing. I wondered how anyone could live in such a fancy place like this and couldn't come to any conclusion on the matter. I rearranged my skirts so that I was more comfortable.

I had been forced to wear one of Elizabeth's dresses, as I was now a 'lady'. It was bright blue with lots of lace on the hem, sleeves and the neckline, which, in my opinion, was too low. The skirt reached the floor when I stood and with the huge amount of fabric, walking could be a hassle.

A maid bustled through the door, looking quite flustered, as though she had been running a long way. She was holding a tray that held a delicate little china set and a steaming teapot. She nodded politely, set the tray down on my bedside table and walked out as fast as she could.

"What's her problem?" I muttered under my breath. 

"Did Anne do something wrong?" I looked up to see Will standing in the doorway. He looked a lot tidier than when I last saw him, in a big sleeved shirt with a brown vest over it and some neatly pressed trousers.

"Well, she looked like she didn't want to be here at all, like I was the scariest person on the planet."

"Fair enough. She's new here, so I wouldn't be surprised." He walked over to the bed next to me and took a seat. "I need your help with something," he said, his voice dead serious. 

"What?" I asked curiously.

"I want to confess to Elizabeth," he said, and I could have sworn his face went slightly red. I bit back a laugh and tried to calm myself. "I'm serious!"

"I can tell!" I smiled. "What makes you think I'll be able to help at all?"

"Well, your a girl, she's a girl... You know? That sort of thing?"

"And your saying that because I'm a girl I would say the same thing, react in the same way?"

"Well, no but -" He paused. "You don't look slightly surprised."

"Why should I? I'm pretty sure the only person who doesn't know how you feel about her is, well, her!"

"I'm really that obvious?" he exclaimed.

"Well, yeah. I'm surprised she hasn't guessed herself!" I stated. He looked a little downcast after that.

"Ok, so you needed my help?"

"Yes," he said, looking at his hands now.

"Well, sorry, but you've come to the wrong person. I don't know the first thing about love and all that stuff! Believe me, I'd help if I knew how, but I don't." 

"Oh. Ok then. Well, I suppose I'll be seeing you around." 

"Yup, I suppose so."

He stood and started to walk towards the door, but turned back halfway there. "Surley you must have had feelings for someone before."