"Oh, please Daddy? It's my party!" Elizabeth Swann cried to her father. Today was her sixteenth birthday and tonight was her party that she was not looking forward to.
"I just don't think he would fit in with the company," Governor Swann said, trying to reason with his daughter. She had grown into a fine young woman with reddish hair and a tall stature. Like her mother, there was no reasoning with her.
"But I'm not going to know anyone there!" she whined. Crossing her arms, she sat in the chair in front of her father's desk. She was not moving until he agreed to her request.
"You will know plenty of people there! There's the baron and baroness, Captain Norrington…"
"I don't like those people!"
"Elizabeth, they are fabulous connections! I don't think you understand what the party can do for you! Many families are bringing their sons and I encourage you to mingle with them. One may be your future husband," he said with a tone of annoyance. Elizabeth rolled her eyes. She had no desire whatsoever to "mingle" with these people. There was only one person she wanted there. He was her best friend, after all.
"William would do fine here, father. He's met this caliber of people before. It's not like he's a common peasant," she said. Of course, she was speaking of William Turner. Nearly five years ago, they had pulled him from the ocean on their way from England to Port Royal, Jamaica. He was an apprentice at the blacksmith's.
"I know, I know… dear, I just don't think it's a wise choice," the Governor said, hoping he had ended the argument. It wasn't that he didn't like Will Turner, it was the fact that he knew at the back of his mind that his daughter fancied him. He couldn't have his daughter marrying a common blacksmith.
Elizabeth knew how to work her father. Right now, he probably thought he had won the fight but he was far from correct. Being his only child and the only woman in his life, she had a hold on him, whether he wanted to admit it or not. Outside his father's open doors, she saw some of the very important guests that were invited to her party tonight. They were staying at the fort. It was the perfect moment for a tantrum.
"I can't believe you! This is the one thing that would make me happy and you won't oblige? I only want to invite a friend, but you find him too lowly to even be in your presence! I thought you were better than that!" she screamed. The people outside stopped and stared into the room. Elizabeth had turned on the water works and was having an all out fit. Everything was going to plan.
"Oh, Elizabeth dear, don't cry. Why don't you go down to the shop and invite William to come tonight? If that's what you really want," he said, standing up from behind his desk and hugging his daughter. He hoped the baron and baroness hadn't thought anything of the scene that had just taken place.
Elizabeth smiled as she left the room and hurried down to Mr. Brown's blacksmith shop to find Will, an invitation tucked into her bodice.