You Were Meant For Me

Author: williz

Summary: Will/Elizabeth focus- It's just Will and Elizabeth in a big adventure in which they meet many times. OK...I'm bad at summaries. But my story is going to be really fun. I swear! Enjoy!

Disclaimer: I do not own Johnny Depp (or Jack Sparrow), Orlando Bloom (Will Turner), Keira Knightley (Elizabeth Swann), the commodore, the governor, and the rest of those guys in this that you recognize from the movie. Disney owns the movie, not me.

Her large room was especially lonely as she sat on her windowsill watching the calm waves on the beach. Two small children, a boy and a girl, were splashing each other while frolicking in the ocean's roar.

Elizabeth was pulled out of her reverie when she heard a brisk knock. "Come in." She didn't much like the silence of her room, so she welcomed any sort of company... except for him. Captain Norrington's stiff form entered with what the young woman believed to be a sneer. Her growing frown caught his eye as he said, "Good morning my lady." He bowed. "You're looking especially radiant this morning."

She looked down at her nightgown with her robe wrapped tightly around her sixteen-year-old frame. She raised her eyebrows as she looked up at him. "I'm sure, Captain Norrington, that you have someone else to sneer at and flatter," she batted her eyes, "so I'll just let you be on your way."

"Miss Swann, I just came to convey your father's message that you are requested in the dining room for breakfast," he told her icily. "Thank you Captain. You can tell my father that I'll be down after I'm dressed properly." He turned stiffly and took firm hold of the door handle. "Oh! Captain Norrington, could you send Estella up to tend to my needs?"

He bowed politely and left in time to miss her roll her eyes. She looked back out to the ocean to see that the two children were gone. Disappointedly, she turned back and stood to await her favorite maid's arrival. Elizabeth Swann stood to her full height and walked over to her vanity. She looked at herself consciously, fingering her honey-colored, long, wavy hair. It used to be darker when she was in England six years before, but the Port Royal sun that she was exposed to every day since then highlighted her hair with honey wisps of light. Her pouted lips and high, precise cheekbones brought an undeniable beauty to her face and her chocolate, light brown eyes complimented her hair perfectly.

Estella knocked first and entered, as was her habit, to smile at the blooming girl.

"Ah, you look lovely Miss Elizabeth. Like an angel." Her look turned stern again as she scolded, "Stop picking at yaself, missy! Your father wants you down for breakfast happy and proud, not self-conscious."

Elizabeth smiled, which brightened the room as it always did, much to the fancies of most men who saw it...if they ever did.

See, Elizabeth was extremely bored with her life ever since she'd turned 16. And only being in the company of high-class nobles, she longed for someone she could talk to without having to worry about being proper. Her mother had died almost a year ago, for pneumonia wasn't something that could be cured as easily as now. Her mother, Emma Swann, had been the one person she could let go of her propriety with. Her father too, but it had died in him slowly after Emma's passing. She hardly ever graced anyone's presence with a smile since then, and when she did, it was, in fact, an incredible sight.

Estella started getting the dress out for Elizabeth as the lonely, suffocating (as she often thought of herself) girl sighed sadly, casting her eyes on the beautiful dress presented in front of her.

Governor Weatherby Swann sat impatiently with Captain Norrington, who fingered his sword habitually. Governor Swann cleared his throat, embarrassed.

"I'm sure Elizabeth is tired from her long arithmetic lesson last night. She'll be down within a moment's time, I assure you." He smiled sheepishly.

A tall, skinny man with a white, rather absurd, powdered wig snarled. Sitting next to him was a homely woman with pale skin and a snobbish air to her. "I certainly hope so. I have tea to attend at Lady Rullington's rather drab home in one hour," Lady Karlson sniffed at the governor rudely. "Honestly, I'm not looking forward to it. Dust plagues the house in every nook and cranny." (A/N—Keep in mind that Lady Karlson is a HUGE snob and completely stupid and incompetent. But don't worry; she'll get what's coming to her. winks)

"I am sure Miss Swann has no idea that the most respected name and his wife are here, graciously, out of the goodness of their hearts, to visit." The captain bowed his head as he emphasized the last apple-polishing comment.

The Karlsons both sent proud looks at Norrington as if to say, "And we know it too!" As Weatherby sent an appreciative glance in the direction of the younger man, who nodded.

"Lord and Lady Karlson. What a pleasure it is to see you both again." All eyes turned towards the entrance of the dining room. Elizabeth stood there, looking absolutely gorgeous to everyone in the room, including Lady Karlson, much to her own jealousy.

The governor smiled as he rose to escort his beautiful daughter to her seat. "Pleasure to see you too my dear, "Lady Karlson said toneless. "And now," Lord Karlson growled impatiently, "we may begin!" It seemed to Elizabeth that both Karlsons, if at all possible, had grown snootier than the last time she saw them.

As the morning wore on and breakfast had been politely, but nonetheless devoured, Elizabeth began to feel so bored, she wished pirates would break in and kidnap her like the stories she read.

"Girl! What are you thinking about? It's completely rude to ignore someone when they are talking to you!" Lord Karlson coldly stated at the poor girl. She was shocked, but more angry. Her father noticed her change in mood and shot her a pleading look that said, "Keep your temper."

She chose to ignore it.

"Pirates, actually," she said nonchalantly. "I was thinking about pirates and their grand adventures." Lady Karlson gasped with outright shock and confusion.

"They are disgusting, vile creatures that deserve to be hung, all of them!" Her husband nodded in agreement with his wife.

"I think they're quite fascinating actually! And just because I disagree with you, it doesn't mean you have to become your stubborn self and gasp like it's such an outrage!" She sat calmly, as the others looked at her like she was a monster.

"Elizabeth!" Both the captain and the governor jumped up, frightened of what Elizabeth's outburst would cause the Karlson's to do.

"What an absolutely, positively RUDE child!"

She continued, matter-of-factly.

"Honestly, I'm not the only rude, selfish person in this room!" She got up and thought of one more thing to add for the flabbergasted, older couple. "And don't think your spoiled, unattractive son is going to appeal to me! Don't look at me like that!" She raised her voice at her father's innocent look. "Yes, I overheard your conversation of my meeting with him as one of my suitors.

"Well, I've met him..." She stomped to the door and paused, turning to give four of the most damaging words to her father's reputation.

"And I hated him!"

She left in a flurry of skirts and smiled contentedly to herself as she climbed the steps to her room.

The nervous, yet at the same time proud, girl sat in her room, waiting for the onslaught of her father for being so rude. She could hear Lady Karlson's snotty voice and Lord Karlson's heavy footsteps on the marble. When their voices died down, she braced herself. Slowly, her father's steps came closer and closer and she winced with every step she heard. Her door opened to see Governor Swann with a shade of red in front of his eyes.

"Elizabeth, what did you do?" At first, his voice was low and shaky. She was honestly afraid. Her eyes were open wide, but she managed to keep calm and a nonchalant tone in her voice.

"Yes, father. What did I do? I must've snapped. I'm sorry." She looked down at her feet sullenly.

"Lord Karlson thinks I haven't raised you properly..." She cut him off.

"What, do they think I should be more like Humphrey Karlson? Their dear, sweet, handsome, FAT son? He's spoiled!" Governor Swann gasped.

"What's gotten into you, my daughter? You never were this bold." She gave an unladylike snort which made her father close his eyes, wincing at her brutality.

"Bold, father? I'm supposed to sit and take their rudeness and insults and laugh along with their vulgar gossip, like you? Or am I supposed to polish the apple and sit stiff, only to move around and fidget uneasily when they make harsh comments towards me, like Norrington?" She turned around and gave him a glare that would send anyone else but her father running.

"Don't glare at me, Elizabeth Jane Swann! I wasn't the one who put a damper on everyone's spirits at the breakfast table...of all places!" He huffed.

She chose to sit at her window again and smell the ocean's breeze. "It's beautiful," she thought. Meanwhile, her father was ranting and raving.

Elizabeth wanted more than anything to just sail away on an adventure like the stories she used to read with her mother. She looked down sadly, but held in her tears.

"And furthermore," he continued, "your mother and I raised you in a proper society! With a proper teacher! She, hopefully, taught you proper etiquette..."

"Proper!" she interrupted. "Proper! Why do I always have to be proper? Proper this, proper that! Properness is what makes our small, little, cheerful world go round, right Father? I can't stand being proper anymore... or at least your definition of proper...and especially not Lady Karlson's definition of proper." Her voice was calm and collected, but sadness plagued it.

Governor Swann turned on his heel in disgust and gave up his rampage to slam the door of Elizabeth's room. The girl kept a straight face but started sobbing. She broke down and cried into her hands that were placed on top of her bent knees.

A man who looked to be her father's age stepped into her room and put his hand on her back.

Mr. Phillips, I can't stay here anymore," she sobbed. He hugged her with his handsome face crinkled as he thought.

Estella stepped in and tried to comfort the girl. "Listen Miss Elizabeth. My father and I can't stand here and watch you slowly rot away like this. But you can't leave. You must stay here... for your father's sake."

Mr. David Phillips was a kindly man. Emma Swann hired him and Estella, his daughter, to work and live in the household when Elizabeth was but three years old. They took care of the strong-willed girl since then, perhaps even more than her father did.

The two servants gave each other knowing looks and turned to leave. "Wait!" Elizabeth jumped up and started pacing. "I could sneak onto a merchant ship tonight. It would lead me to a place I've never been before. It'll be a grand adventure!" Estella and David looked at each other with looks that said, "Uh oh" and tried to stop her as her eyes lit up.

"Miss Elizabeth! It's very dangerous! Your father would be worried and not to mention furious if you did something foolish like that!" Elizabeth seemed not to hear her, for she was already taking her dress from the morning fiasco off behind the screen.

"Estella, would you please get my simplest dress out?" Estella looked to her father for help, but he was too shocked to do anything but shrug.

"Elizabeth, no! This is out of the question!" Mr. Phillips broke out of his shocked state. "What would you do if you were captured by pirates on your voyage?" David tried a new approach. Maybe by using a different method of referring to her pirate books, he could get her to stop.

"Oh! Yes, that would be fascinating! I hope it would be a dashing pirate who's handsome and an excellent sword fight like Captain O'Malley in Two Seas!"

Estella and David both gave up and plopped down into the nearest seat, rolling their eyes at Elizabeth's naivety.

"Then I'm afraid I'll have to tell your father your plans, Miss Elizabeth."

Her head shot out from the screen with a surprised look on her face. "You wouldn't dare, Mr. Phillips!" He shrugged matter-of-factly at the girl glaring at him.

"It's my duty." She let out a disgruntled sigh and came out from behind the screen wearing her robe over her bodice. "All I wanted was to get away from this place where I can't even have a friend to climb trees with or read out of my own selection without being scolded." She sat down, very downcast.

"Be happy you have this Miss Swann." Estella sighed as she and her father exited the room. They missed the young woman raise her eyebrows mischievously as they closed the door.

Ok. Chapter one is done! This is my first story, so be kind...rewind. No... just kidding. Please review. I love it!!!

And a really big THANKYOU to Araminta Ditch for beta-reading my first chapter. It was a big help!!! THANKS ARAMINTA DITCH!!!!!!! She supplied the awesomely cool title for my story too! Thanks so much!! Ok, R&R!! Thanks guys!