Hello, everyone! I hope that you enjoy this fan-fic; I dreamt it up in one night LOL. It's really about Will and Elizabeth, so if you're only a Jack Sparrow fan, I suggest that you read something else, but if you're like me, and you adore each and every one of them, you might just enjoy this!
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Chapter1: Will Turner

Elizabeth blinked. Suddenly, the ship with the black sails disappeared. Had she really even seen it? Had it just been a trick of the light? The young girl examined the medallion that she had pulled off of the neck of the boy again. Perhaps it had just been the light reflecting off of the gold. No, she really had seen a ship.

Oh well. It wasn't there anymore. What use was there worrying about it now?

But Mr. Gibbs had said that pirates had destroyed the merchant ship. He had said that it hadn't been an accident. If this boy really was a pirate, and she had seen a pirate ship, that would mean...

Elizabeth pushed the thoughts to the back of her head. Looking around, she hurriedly hid the medallion in her petticoats for the time being.

It was good timing too, for at that moment, her father appeared right behind her.

"Elizabeth?" he asked, lightly touching her shoulder in that fatherly, guiding way that parents are doing constantly.

"Yes, father?" she replied, turning to look up at him and smoothing her skirts.

The governor decided not to ask what she was doing. He probably didn't want to know. She was always up to some kind of mischief. He believed that if she were around more young women close to her age that she would behave more lady-like. Growing up on the sea hadn't done her any good, and she definitely didn't have any play-mates.

He pulled himself from his thoughts and looked down at her, smiling gently. "Why don't you go below-deck and keep the boy company? He might be tad bit distressed after the incident."

Elizabeth looked up at the smoking remains of the merchant ship. She nodded, and headed below-deck.

Elizabeth peeked into the room, making sure that she did not spill the tray that she was holding. The boy - Will Turner, she thought he said his name was- was being questioned about the accident by Captain Norrington.

Elizabeth thought that Norrington could be rather scary at times. He was a very harsh looking young man, and he had a very brutal opinion towards piracy. Elizabeth thought that it would be exciting to meet a pirate; she often pretended that she was one. She knew that, being a woman, it would be very un-lady-like to be a wench, but it was fun to imagine that she could be.

Elizabeth stepped into the room. "Good day, Captain Norrington." She curtsied.

"Good day, Miss Swann. What is your business?"

Elizabeth eyed Will. His face was pale, and she thought that he looked a little frightened. She was positive that it was from Norrington as well as the accident. At least, she would be if she were in the boy's position. She quickly looked back at Norrington.

"My father sent me down here to keep Mr. Turner company," she said promptly. "I also brought some food." She cocked her head towards the tray that she was carrying.

Norrington looked back and forth between the two, as if assessing the situation. He nodded towards Elizabeth. "Then I shall take my leave." With that said, he strode out of the room, shutting the door behind him.

For a long while, Elizabeth stood, staring at Will with the tray in her hands. He looked around the room, as if afraid to meet her gaze. The creaking of the rocking ship was the only sound during that tense silence.

Elizabeth set the tray down on a nightstand next to the bed that Will was sitting up on. "You can have some of the food, if you want to."

Will shook his head. "No, thank you, miss, I don't feel very well."

Elizabeth smiled. She had never been called 'miss' by a boy before, and she found it quite strange. "You might feel better if you eat something."

Another long, thick silence stretched out between them. Elizabeth sat down in a chair and pursed her lips in a slight smile (you know, that smile that girls do when they're at a loss for words). She crossed her legs, putting her hands between her knees.

"So," she began, "do you remember how it...happened?"

Will shook his head.

Elizabeth sighed. "I'm sure you've heard that question many times by now." She looked down at the floor and swung her legs back in forth, humming to herself. "You must have been traveling with someone else. Were you traveling with your mother? If you were, she'll be here soon, because they've sent out scouts in rowboats to look for survivors, and if you were strong enough to survive, I'm positive that your mother was."

Will frowned. "My mother is dead. She died back home."

"Oh, I'm sorry." Elizabeth hesitated. "My mother is dead too."

Elizabeth was sure that she wasn't doing a very good job of comforting him, but at least she was keeping him busy. She twisted another curl around her finger, sighing yet once again.

"You must be from Ireland," she teased

Will blinked. "I'm from England."

Elizabeth nodded knowingly and leaned forward. "I know. I was just joking." She observed his face. It was still unreadable. "Why were on a merchant ship if your mother...passed away?"

"I was looking for my father. He's a merchant sailor, and my mother said that he lived out here." Will pulled the blanket around him a bit tighter. "I was working on the ship."

Elizabeth tried to imagine him steering or being a look-out at the crow's nest, a telescope in his hand. "What did you do?"

"I did odd jobs; you know, swab the deck, served the gruel...Things like that, mostly."

Elizabeth pictured herself trying to swab the deck in her layers and layers of skirts, slipping around on the wet floor with her little dress shoes. She broke into a fit of giggles.

Will flushed. "Swabbing the deck and serving the gruel is not easy work, miss, and it is certainly not amusing. It takes a lot of energy."

"Oh, you misunderstand me; I'm not laughing at you! I was just thinking of something else!" She looked at the disbelieving expression on his face. "No, I promise!"

Will frowned. "All right. I suppose that it does not matter anyhow."

Elizabeth uncrossed her legs and put her arms on the arms of the chair. "So, Will; were you taught your reading, writing and arithmetic?"

Will nodded. "My mother taught me my numbers and how to read and write, and the nuns at the abbey were teaching me arithmetic before I left."

"Did you go to the abbey after your mother died?" Elizabeth asked softly.

Will nodded. "I wasn't there very long. They were very cruel."

Elizabeth nodded, remembering Sunday School in London. "Yes, I know what you mean."

Will smiled. "What is your name?"

"My name is Elizabeth Swann." Elizabeth returned the grin. "My father is the governor of Port Royal. We're returning from a vacation in England."

"It's nice to meet you, Miss Swann."

Elizabeth waved the formality away. "Really, Will, I'd prefer if you'd call me Elizabeth, and just 'Elizabeth'."

"But, you are the-"

"I've had friends before that called me Elizabeth. They didn't call me Miss, or anything." Elizabeth racked her brain for one. "Like...Susan. She was one our of old maid's daughters. We were friends for a while, and she called me Elizabeth."

Elizabeth didn't mention that Susan was a stupid little git, and that they were friends for five minutes.

Will's voice was reluctant. "If you insist, I shall, but..."

"Good. It's settled then," she interrupted. She stood up and pointed to his tray. "Really, Will, you should try to eat something. Dinner is not for quite a while."

Will picked up a piece of bread took a bite out of it, swallowing. Suddenly, his hand went to his neck. He sat up quickly.

"It's gone!" he hissed, mostly to himself.

"What's gone?" Elizabeth asked, fearing the answer.

"It's...nothing, really." Will's face fell to the same blank expression. "Just...really, it's nothing. Don't worry about it."

Elizabeth could almost swear that the medallion was about to burn a hole right through her skirts. Thankfully, she was saved utter humiliation by the sound of the rowboats returning with other survivors.