His Lady's Blade
Characters: Will Turner, W/E
Rating: PG-13
Spoiler(s): Post-CotBP
Warning(s): None
Disclaimer: I don't own them; the characters belong to Disney, et al. No infringement is intended.
He labors over this sword as he's never labored over any other.
Each stroke of the hammer is carefully placed, as the glowing steel and iron are folded and refolded, again and again. Every time he pulls the blade from the slack tub, he examines it with a critical eye, looking for the slightest hint of a flaw.
There is a strength he forges into it that surpasses all the others he's ever crafted. He spends hours grinding and polishing the nearly finished work, then tempers the blade to the exact hardness. This sword is lighter than the others. It is perfectly balanced, the hilt made for a hand smaller than his own.
It is a shimmering thing of deadly beauty. It is his masterpiece.
"Will," Elizabeth breathes, as he opens the wooden case with a slight flourish to reveal his gift - a gleaming length of steel lying on a bed of silk. She picks it up reverently, and her glowing eyes meet his. "It's the most beautiful sword I've ever seen." Holding it carefully to her side, she reaches up to kiss him, deep and sweet. "Thank you," she whispers.
She moves away from him to give the blade a few passes, and when she stops to give him a delighted grin, he smiles. A craftsman is always pleased to know his work is appreciated.
Rating: PG-13
Spoiler(s): Post-CotBP
Warning(s): None
Disclaimer: I don't own them; the characters belong to Disney, et al. No infringement is intended.
He labors over this sword as he's never labored over any other.
Each stroke of the hammer is carefully placed, as the glowing steel and iron are folded and refolded, again and again. Every time he pulls the blade from the slack tub, he examines it with a critical eye, looking for the slightest hint of a flaw.
There is a strength he forges into it that surpasses all the others he's ever crafted. He spends hours grinding and polishing the nearly finished work, then tempers the blade to the exact hardness. This sword is lighter than the others. It is perfectly balanced, the hilt made for a hand smaller than his own.
It is a shimmering thing of deadly beauty. It is his masterpiece.
"Will," Elizabeth breathes, as he opens the wooden case with a slight flourish to reveal his gift - a gleaming length of steel lying on a bed of silk. She picks it up reverently, and her glowing eyes meet his. "It's the most beautiful sword I've ever seen." Holding it carefully to her side, she reaches up to kiss him, deep and sweet. "Thank you," she whispers.
She moves away from him to give the blade a few passes, and when she stops to give him a delighted grin, he smiles. A craftsman is always pleased to know his work is appreciated.