A/N: Okay I don't own anything =D (Won't repeat it since Lazy)

Prologue

They say fate is something that cannot be intercepted. I don't necessarily know if this is true, nor do I care to ponder over it. Life seems to take something that you are so close to having. What was my ambition? …well simple . I wanted to be Mrs. Norrington, as simple as that. I wanted to be by that man's side.

He was kind, courageous and protector of Port Royale from the Pirates. I bet people question why I couldn't achieve it? Well simply because , he was in love with the graceful Elizabeth Swann. I am always at the shadow of my half sister. Its nothing really, to complain, I stay quiet, let her take what she wants. But the one thing, …..the one person I wanted , she got without trying.

James Norrington, the man that haunted my dreams, the man I first thought of even lusting towards . The man I saw myself with for eternity was soon to be hers. I know why he chose her over me, I mean who could not? She was a walking Angel, grace, poise and intelligence, what men wanted and craved for. What did I have to offer …nothing much sadly. I was not tall nor virtuous, I was blunt and too loud. I did not have grace, for I fell all the time.

I am nothing special compared to her. She tries to tell me to think better , but what's the point. I took classes, I wore what she wore, I began to speak like her. I became a parrot for that man. The only thing I could not change was how I looked. "Elizabeth, oh how lovely she is," was what I heard constantly. They were not lying , is what saddens me. Her eyes showed her intellect and mine did not. I do not see it, her eyes typical brown, my eyes bright blue, and yet, she was more. She was tall 5'7 , a proper height for a lady of stature, I reached 5'3 , too small of a stature. Her hair looked like spun gold, mine a dark brown. We were as different as night and day. She was an independent thinker and a lady. I was blunt and was not careful with what I said which lead to reprimands from father.

She got the sack back gowns, I got the blue child versions.

My origin is hidden you see, my father had an affair with one of the ladies in waiting, but she died at childbirth, I remember how his wife resented him, but she cared for me and took me under her wing. But enough of that ,point is I do not hate my sister, but I envy her. There is in no way a sisterhood rivalry, for she is perfect. I envy yet admire her. She tells me stories of mother, for she was someone who raised me till I was a year old.

The only thing that Lizzie and I can bond to is our love for stories about Pirates. Sure they might be heathens , but by god they sure had adventures. We were both eager to learn about Blackbeard. So interesting to us his inventions and ambitions. We would read

A General History of the Pyrates by Captain Charles Johnson. I know that book by heart.

I love my sister , but I still am frustrated at how faith has ruined me. For I cannot wrap my mind around how she cannot love him. He is so honorable and kind and knows what he wants. Sadly he wants Elizabeth, but as I see it, it is a better choice. I am but a child mentally compared to her. Her two years of experience over mine shows how she is better.

And as I sit here trying not to cry , I think about what he wants. If Elizabeth makes him happy then so be it. I shall be there by his side , metaphorically, for if cannot be there physically , then I shall be there in spirit. The man that I will love forever , will be hers. I accept that and cannot hate her for she does not and did not mean to.

'Commodore James Norrington and Amour Swann'

I read on my diary. I laugh at my stupidity. I was merely thirteen when I met the man and since then his eyes brighten when he saw my Angel of a sister. I wipe my tears and rip the page.

" Its all in the past" I mutter to myself. " Now put on a smile, for your dear sister"

I walk to my boudoir and arrange my mess of a hair to a bun. I force a smile on my face and rise. I am not longer a mere girl, the moment he got on one knee and asked her, is the day my heart was crushed. With that ring my dreams destroyed, and as a new bond began with them, a new girl, no! A new woman was born. Amour Swann was now a new woman.

As I hear my nana call me I rise out of my state and force another smile opening the door.

" Come child, Little Lizzie and the Commodore wait along with your father to celebrate" she said reprimanding me for being late.

I nodded and followed her , my head up high. For no one would make me lose my dignity and pride. And as I see Lizzie with Commodore and father I smile sweetly. I go to hug Lizzie and she hugs tight , knowing I mean it.

" I am sorry Love" she whispered calling me my pet name.

" Love him like I would Lizzie" I whispered back, " That's all I ask"

We both pulled back and she forced a smile and nodded, with question in her eyes. James ……no the Commodore kisses my hand and I force myself not to swoon any longer. I curtsey and force another smile.

" May you be as lucky as Lizzie" father tells me .

I looked out the window and nodded.

" Yes father , may I be as lucky as Lizzie" I whisper.

I truly hope my lucky stars that , I find some kind of happiness, for my heart is taken, but to a man I can never be with. I do not lose hope for fate must have something in store for me, it just has to.

Okay well that's the Prologue, I hope some people like this I really do. By the way A General History of the Pyrates by Captain Charles Johnson is an amazing book written in the 18th century and thus it would be a classic in the 1800s. =D Hope you like it and I hope she is not a Mary-Sue lol.

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