A/N: I know the beginning is pretty boring, it will get better later, I promise. I just have to explain the beginning of the Curse of the Black Pearl as if Elizabeth had a sister, which she does in this story.

DISCLAIMER: I do not own any of the Pirate of the Caribbean characters nor the plot of the Curse of the Black Pearl. I only own Isabelle and some characters I might or might not add later.

Hope you enjoy the story!

"Will! Catch!" I yelled through the sound of machines and fire crackling. I threw a silver laced sword up in the air, and a pair of dirt wrecked and beaten up hands caught them with no problem.

The sword came slicing towards me, but I quickly defended myself by grabbing a blacken sword with gold dabbed along the edges.

Fighting, we were twirling around the blacksmith shop. Will had time off, which he had regularly, so I was there, helping him waste his time.

Though we wouldn't dare hurt each other fatally, Will and I would give each other small scars, and nicks for reminders. Don't do that again.

"Got you!" I said, flipping Will's sword out of his reach and pointing the razor sharp blade at him. He just chuckled.

"Truce!" Will said raising his hands up. I smiled slightly. It wasn't always that I won, I've just began sword fighting 2 years ago, when I saw him practicing with a sword. I asked him to teach me, and soon I fell in love, with sword fighting.

I turned around to go sharpen my sword, but a pair of hands grabbed my waist. Suddenly, I was pushed to the ground, and a body laid down next to me.

"You're a miracle with the sword, Isabelle, did you know that?"

"It's all because of you, William Turner." we both laughed.

"Wonder how's it like to be a pirate. All the excitement and the bloody feeling when you find treasure or when you kill a man. You get to swordfight all day long, with nobody stopping you." I said out loud, but realized I just hit Will's soft spot.

"Isabella Marie Swann! Don't you ever talk about being a pirate! They are vile, repulsive men who are greedy and have no manners." he spat out angrily.

"Oh come on Will! Wouldn't you like it at least a bit to know that you're free and have the whole sea to yourself?"

"Yes, I'd love the fact that Port Royal and all of New England is chasing me down, wanting to beat me to my last breath. Charming, isn't it?" he got up, and went to start working on the Commodore's sword. I sat up.

"Will! I'm sorry, but everybody is entitled to an opinion. I respect yours, but don't criticize mine! Elizabeth and I have always dreamed about seeing how a pirate's life has been like. It-"

"Elizabeth wants to become a pirate?" Will asked quietly. I think about it. She partly does, but Will would hate her for it.

"Well, no. She just wants to see how their life is like. She'll not be able to see the world after she gets married. Anyway, got to go. James Norrington is going to be a commander, and of course our family was invited. He fancies my sister. Blah." I ran up to him, gave him a peck on the cheek, and ran to a private spot where I could change into my gown.

My father would kill me if he found me wearing what I was wearing now. Brown breeches. and a loose white shirt, property of Will.

Of course I won't practice sword fighting in a silk gown. It'll be covered in dirt and burns after I'm done with it.

"Isabelle! Good thing your home. I need to talk to you." my sister Elizabeth said when I got home.

"What? Is everything alright?" I asked her, worried. She pulled me into her room and sat me on her bed.

I was in her room almost everyday, usually reading stories about pirates, and if not reading, talking or writing. My passion was writing, though I was completely horrible with it.

Elizabeth's room was beautiful. Much more exciting, then again, much more girly.

"You've got to cover for me. I don't want to go to James's ceremony tomorrow. Word on the street is that he wants to propose to me! I can't refuse him! Isabelle, what should I do?" Elizabeth pleaded me with her beautiful brown eyes.

I looked like her, but not as half as pretty. I had the same brown eyes, though darker, and the same color hair. I was roughly the same height has her, even though she was two years older. The only main difference in our appearance was that my skin was tanner than hers for I have worked on the grounds with Will.

We weren't alike at all. She was more of the party type girl that wore gowns all day long. I disliked gowns, I might wear one from time to time, it wasn't that I hated them, it was just uncomfortable. Breeches and a shirt were more of my idea.

"I don't know Elizabeth. What would father think? You could fake your fatally ill, but then I suppose you'd need a doctor and he'd be suspicious if you heal up so quickly." I thought for a second.

"Well, won't James ask you anyway even if you don't go to his ceremony?" I asked Elizabeth. She stayed quiet for a little.

"I guess your right. Anyway, how about you. Where did you go?" she asked.

"Um, no where far. Just to Will's." she nodded.

'Doesn't he have a little crush on you?" I almost burst out laughing.

"Yes, Elizabeth. It's me that he likes." I said, and walked to my room, leaving a confused Elizabeth behind me.

The door was knocking. Door, stop knocking.

"Isabelle. Wake up!" the door knows my name. It's a nice door.

I bolt straight up when I realized it was time to go.

"Isabelle? Are you decent?" My father asked behind the door. I grab a robe and put it on.

"Yes father. You may come in!"

My father came in with Anna Beth, my personal maid. She opened the windows, and the fresh breeze came, opening my senses to my light room.

It was cream colored with a matching bed and fireplace. That's about all that was in it. I liked simple. That's that.

"Isabelle, here you go. For being a wonderful daughter." my father said, and handed me a large box with a lovely bow on top.

"Oh father, you shouldn't have!" I exclaimed after I opened the box. Inside laid a beautiful light pink dress, with exotic designs, and lace.

"Thank you!" I said, and ran to try it on, with Anna Beth following.

"I was hoping you'd wear it today for James Norrington's ceremony. You'd look dashing with your sister." I groaned as Anna Beth put on my corset.

"Don't make it too tight." I whisper to her, and she nodded.

"You didn't forget, did you?" My father asked.

"No, how could I forget? Most important day." I said, and we stayed silent. Finally, I asked, "Is it true that Captain James is going to ask for Elizabeth's hand in marriage?" but my father had left my room.

I headed downstairs to where Will was standing with my father. He was holding a long rectangular box, which I presumed it held James's new sword.

"Will!" I said, heading downstairs more quicker.

"Good morning, Isabelle. How do you-" he was caught off and deepened his stare. At first I thought he was looking at me, and looked around, but then I turned around and saw Elizabeth coming down.

She looked amazing, the dress more exotic than I had ever seen before. And her natural beauty shined through. No wonder Will fancied her.

"Will! So good to see you again. I had a dream about you last night. About the day we first met. Do you remember?" she said when she reached the bottom of the staircase, with me by her side. I nearly laughed.

I had a dream about you last night? So classical, so Elizabeth.

"Of course I remember. How could I forget, Miss. Swann?" Will said, and angered Elizabeth.

"How many times should I tell you to call me Elizabeth?"

"At least once more, Miss. Swann." He exclaimed. Elizabeth was about to say something, when Father announced it was time to go.

"Goodbye, Mr. Turner." Elizabeth said, and left. I smiled to Will softly.

As we drove away, I swear that I heard a faint, "Good bye, Elizabeth." I smiled slightly.

"Are you alright?" my father asked, seeing my smirk. I nodded.

After the ceremony was done with, I tried to find Elizabeth, but found her being carried away by Norrington.

I hope this was all just a rumor. That he won't propose. For Elizabeth's and Will's sake. I thought with full heart.

Looking around, I saw what Port Royal truly was. A town full of stuck up people too good for themselves. Excluding Elizabeth, Will, and myself, everybody was this, and that. Women powdered in white where following men who possessed white wigs on there heads. They were all snobbish brats with nothing good in there life.

I shook me head. It was enough for me. I quickly ran out of Fort Charles, and onto the port.

Looking around, I saw majestic ships all around me, and three men arguing about something in the dock were the Interceptor was.

I crept in closer.

Two of them where from the Royal Navy, while one was, somebody else. I deepened my look. He had long hair, dreadlocks I think, and he had beautiful brown eyes. So deep and warm.

He was wearing interesting clothing, with a sword sheaf and a pistol handing from his belt.

He was interesting.

I crept in closer.

"I've heard of one." The man said.

"It's supposed to be very fast, nigh uncatchable. The Black Pearl." The Black Pearl? Yes. I think I've heard of it.

"The Black Pearl is a real ship." one of the guards said, and they started bickering of about some ship and it's crew and captain.

What they didn't notice was that the man had walked into the ship, and was steering the helm.

"HEY! YOU! GET OFF THE BOAT!" the guards yelled as they realized he was missing. I snickered slightly. Smart guard, eh?

Seeing that nobody was standing guard, I crept onto the ship.

"What's your name?" the guard asked, pointing a harpoon at the man's neck.

"Smith, or Smithy if you like." What a usual name.

"What's your purpose here in Port Royal, then Mr. Smith?" one of them asked.

"Yeah. And no lies." the second one stated.

"Well, then I must confess." Mr. Smithy said, and went on how he wanted to steal the ship, and get a crew in Tortuga.

"I said no lies."

"I think he's telling the truth."

"If he were telling the truth, he wouldn't have told us." the guard said. The man said something smart, because of the look on the guards faces, but I didn't hear it because I turned and looked at the cliff where Fort Charles was. A lady was falling off the cliff. That lady, was my sister.