To everyone reading this, thank you for giving it a chance! This story will follow the POTC movies closely, however, there will be some changes made throughout the story. Anyway, I hope you guys enjoy!

It was a normal day in Port Royal when she arrived.

The guard at the docks had just changed when he noticed the small boat in the distance. When the boat came closer, he saw a young girl standing inside it, waving at him.

Once she was close enough, the soldier helped her tie up her small boat before she stepped onto the dock.

The girl was young, around fourteen at most, with long black hair tied in a braid with a dark red silk and green eyes and was wearing breeches of all things along with a white tunic, a brown vest and brown boots.

She smiled at him as she threw her wet braid over her shoulder.

"Thank you so much, sir. I was worried I would never find land." She greeted him.

"What're you doing in a boat by yourself, dressed like that?" The soldier asked.

The girl's face fell.

"My family and I were traveling on a merchant ship when pirates attacked…I…I barely escaped with my life and the only clothes I could grab were my brother's." She explained, tears falling down her cheeks as her voice cracked and she rubbed her covered wrist. "I…I have nowhere to go…please! You have to help me!"

"Okay, calm down." The soldier said, his voice gentle and kind. "I'll help you. My wife's a seamstress, I'm sure you'll be able to get a dress from her. And I'm sure she would love to have you stay with us."

"Th…thank you, sir." The girl smiled slightly, tears still falling down her cheeks. "My name is…Rosamund. Rosamund Smith."

"Pleasure to meet you, Rosamund." The soldier smiled as he began to escort her to his home. "I'm Thomas Overland. Welcome to Port Royal."

Life in Port Royal was much different than Rosamund was used to but she did her best to adapt.

The Overlands, within months of knowing her, had adopted her, providing her with food, shelter and a family, all she could ask for.

When Thomas' wife, Sarah, offered her an apprenticeship, she took it instantly and found she enjoyed it very much. Within a year, she was making dresses that Sarah happily put up for sale.

When two years had passed, another castaway came to Port Royal. This time, it was a boy named Will Turner, who ended up being set up with the local blacksmith, John Brown.

When Thomas had offhandedly mentioned needing to visit said blacksmith, Rosamund volunteered, wanting to meet the boy whose experience was said to be similar to hers.

Once she reached the smithy, Rosamund was not surprised to find Brown practically unconscious and a young boy, who was twelve at the least, working.

"Excuse me?" She called softly, gaining the boy's attention.

"Hi! Uh, can I help you with anything?" The boy asked, obviously unused to the words.

"You are Will Turner, correct?" Rosamund asked, cocking her head to the side as she clasped her hands in front of her, the image of a picture perfect lady.

"Uh, yes. And you are?" The boy, Will, questioned, rubbing the back of his neck nervously.

"Rosamund Smith, I am the other castaway this port has picked up." Rosamund introduced, holding her hand out to shake Will's. Will took her hand, shaking it for a second before he hesitated. Then he bent down and kissed her hand gently.

Rosamund gaped at him, shocked.

"Sorry, my mum told me to always greet a lady like that." Will explained, still shy yet obviously more comfortable.

"Oh, no, I am no lady." Rosamund shook her head, her loose wavy hair falling over shoulder as she did so.

"Every girl is a lady." Will stated, as if it were an obvious fact.

"Very well. Then if I am a lady, than you are a gentleman." Rosamund smirked, an expression that strangely suited her, in Will's opinion.

"Oh, I'm not-" Will started.

"Nope! You're a gentleman as long as I'm a lady." Rosamund grinned, not even noticing how her language relaxed.

Will grinned back at her as she finally got around to her adopted father's request.

That night, Will was invited over to dinner with the Overlands. Within a month, he was considered a son to Thomas and Sarah and a true friend to Rosamund.

Eight years passed in relative peace for Rosamund and on one very special day, she found herself sitting on the shoreline, watching the waves.

Her adopted father, Thomas, was currently returning from his shift guarding the dock while her adopted mother, Sarah, had allowed her to take a break from sewing for now.

Rosamund found herself sighing as she stared at the sea, wishing she could be out there, be herself, again. But the sea was no longer safe for her, no matter the fact that it will always be her home.

She found herself rubbing her wrist, a habit she had never broken in the ten years she had lived on Port Royal.

As she looked up, however, her eyes caught sight of a boat in the distance. However, this boat was…sinking and terribly so at that.

Curious, Rosamund stood up and stood on the shore's edge, watching the boat as it continued to shore until, eventually, it sunk and the person on it, a man, was able to simply walk onto the dock. As she watched the man, however, her eyes widened as realization hit her.

He's here…he's actually here…he survived!

Rosamund found herself grinning, a grin she had only ever shown to Will, her best friend in the whole port.

As she returned to the seamstress shop, Rosamund tried her hardest to stop grinning. Of course, when Will entered, it was a bit more believable than it had previously been.

"Hi Will!" She greeted as she finished hemming a skirt.

"Rosamund." Will greeted, smiling at her. "How are you today?"

"Well, thank you. How are you?" Rosamund asked, her smile sincere.

"Well as well." Will chuckled. "Are you going to the ceremony?"

"No." Rosamund shook her head. "I plan to get some more dresses finished, maybe visit the shore once more. What about you?"

"No, I have some work that needs to be done." Will shook his head.

"Ah, you mean your training." Rosamund smirked as she stood up and began to put the finished dress away. "I don't see why you do, you're the best swordsman I know."

"Not better than Commodore Norrington." Will refuted.

"No, you're better than him." Rosamund rebutted, her language relaxing the longer they spoke.

"Ah, Will!" Sarah spoke up as she returned to the front of the simple shop. "How are you?"

"Very well, Mrs. Overland, thank you." Will nodded.

"Oh, come now! You're practically family! Call me Sarah and give me a hug!" Sarah demanded.

"You'd better listen to Mama, Will. She means business." Rosamund teased the blacksmith, who laughed and hugged the elder seamstress tightly.

"There we are." Sarah smiled.

"Why, the whole family's here!" A voice called and the three turned and watched as Thomas entered.

"Hi Papa!" Rosamund greeted as she hugged him tightly. "How was your guard?"

"Very lively, what with all those merchants coming in." Thomas smiled as his adopted daughter left his arms. "Will, my boy, your turn."

"Very well, sir." Will smiled as he hugged the man.

"And how was your visit to Governor Swann's?" Thomas questioned.

"Well, sir, he approved of the sword I made." Will smiled.

"Ah, but of course! You've quite the talent, my boy! Why, you're the best blacksmith Port Royal has ever had!" Thomas grinned as he clapped Will on the shoulder.

"Thank you, sir." Will nodded.

"How is Miss. Swann, Will?" Sarah asked. "I've heard she received a beautiful dress from England today."

"She is well, I imagine." Will said with a gentle smile.

"Papa, I think the ceremony is starting soon." Rosamund said as she watched the people walking outside their shop. "Perhaps you should head over with Mama while I finish up."

"Are you sure you don't want to come with us, darling?" Sarah asked, as she had for the past several days.

"I'll be fine, I just want to finish up this dress before tomorrow." Rosamund reassured. "I'll make it up to both of you at dinner, I promise."

"You don't need to make anything up to us." Thomas cut in. "We simply want to spend time with you."

"And you will, I promise." Rosamund smiled as she kissed both of her adopted parents' cheeks. "I love you."

"We love you too, treasure." Sarah smiled as she kissed her adopted daughter's forehead while Thomas hugged her tightly.

"We'll be back after the ceremony." Thomas promised. Rosamund nodded before the couple left the shop, leaving the two friends alone.

"I suppose I should head back to the smithy." Will said with a soft smile. "I'll see you after the ceremony."

"Of course, you're invited over for dinner, after all." Rosamund smiled. "If I didn't know any better, I'd think my parents are trying to set us up or something."

Will laughed at that as he hugged Rosamund tightly and chastely kissed her cheek before he made his way back to the smithy.

Rosamund chuckled as she began to work on her dress, her smile no longer hidden.

He's here…now I just need to wait…maybe he'll join us, he has grown into a wonderful young man, after all…

All that was left was to wait, wait and hope.

Well, what'd you guys think? Hopefully I got Will's characterization right. Leave a review to let me know what you think! I'll see you guys soon, later!