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It was a particularly grim evening on the shores of Port Royal. The dark waves crashed against the jagged rocks persistently, wearing them down into grains.
The sky was all shades of grey and the sun was not to be seen. From the wide window of the Governor's mansion, a fair girl by the name of Elizabeth Swann pulled back the heavy navy blue curtains. Elizabeth was anxious for the Interceptor II to return from the high seas. Both her father and William Turner were on that ship, and it looked like a storm was brewing far in the foggy distance. A flash of lighting bolted far out, dimmed by the dense clouds. She sighed as she sat down in an armchair while a maid lit a candle.
"Still on the lookout, miss?" the maid said casually as she blew out the flame on a match. Elizabeth nodded drearily. The storm wasn't looking so good. The maid lifted up her head, looked out of the window, and squinted her eyes.
"Is that a ship out there?" the maid asked Elizabeth. "My eyesight's not what it used to be." Elizabeth quickly turned back to the window with a spark of interest hope. There was a small something out there in the distance that the black sea was attacking fiercefully.
"I do hope it's them," Elizabeth said. "The ship must get to the Port quickly before the storm settles in."
"Don't worry, dear," the maid said reassuringly. "The Interceptor II is the fastest ship in the entire ocean."
"Second fastest," Elizabeth corrected quickly. "Second to the Black Pearl."
"Oh, but of course," the maid said. "I'll be begging your pardon."
Thinking about the Black Pearl made Elizabeth feel uneasy. She missed Jack and Will terribly. She hadn't seen Jack since the day of his hanging (or lack of one), and her father and Will had set out on the Interceptor II about one month before.
The vague shape in the distance was quite close now, and you could tell it was the Interceptor II, let alone a ship. Her white sails were being continuously pummeled by the harsh wind and the ship's course wasn't as blatant as she would have liked. As the ship neared the port, it began to rain hard. The falling rain drops rapped on the glass of Elizabeth's bedroom loudly. The ship was getting closer and closer to the docks, a miracle from the eye of an onlooker, because it looked as if the Interceptor II was going to be swallowed whole by the monstrous sea. Elizabeth was getting excited at the prospect of greeting Will and her father. She was clutching the drapes in her hands, wringing it nervously. In the distance, Elizabeth could make out the figures on the ship, running all over the place and doing things to make sure they got back safely. She thought she could see the pompous outline of Commodore Norrington, and at the thought of him, Elizabeth gave an involuntary shudder. To think that she was once to be wed with him wasn't a very happy thought.
Elizabeth let out a breath that she wasn't aware of holding when the ship reached the guarded docks of Port Royal. She watched from above as the crew let down the enormous iron anchor and tied up the ship to the H.M.S. Dauntless try and keep it safe from the storm and it ferocious current. As the sailors struggled to keep the upper-hand on the Interceptor, about five or six figures made way onto land. Elizabeth knew that at least one of them was her father because she watched his wig of thick curly gray hair fly away in the wind. He made a few sad attempts to grab it, but he was not successful. The Governor was far ahead, the rest of the people trailing behind. Elizabeth smiled when she saw Will Turner making his way up the path. Besides him was a cloaked figure with their head down, and Will hand his hand on their back, as if to protect the person from the brutal wind. The rain was coming down powerfully and the Governor struggled to keep his hat on. When he reached the mansion grounds finally, Elizabeth leaped out of the armchair and hurried down the stairs. There was a loud knock at the huge oak doors and their butler quickly opened them. In came Elizabeth's father, drenched and soaking wet with the rain. He called for a maid to clean up the puddles of water from his dripping stout figure.
"Elizabeth!" the Governor said happily, opening his arms wide. "Elizabeth, my dear! Did you miss me?"
"Father!" Elizabeth said joyously as she gave her father a big hug. "I did miss you. Very much. How was Brazil?"
"Well the arguements between Portugal and the Spanish Main aren't over yet. Who knows who will claim the land in the end?" her father said.
"Why were you to go there?" Elizabeth asked a bit confused.
"I don't know really," the Governor said scratching his chin thoughtfully, "but Her Majesty insisted that I try and help settle the disputes. A lot of good that did."
"Where's Will?" Elizabeth said bringing up the question that she wanted answered most.
"Oh, he should be here at any moment," her father said. "But I do have to tell you something first. Coming back from Brazil-"
Just then there was a loud knock at the door. When the butler opened it, three people entered the estate. The first was Commodore Norrington about as equally soaked as her father. The second was Will Turner with his arm around a third person, the cloaked one, with their hood still over their head.
"Elizabeth," Will breathed embracing her. "I've thought about you every day I was gone."
"And the same for me," Elizabeth replied as her heart leaped up. The third person coughed and Will turned to them.
"Pardon me miss," he said politely as the girl shed her wet cloak. "Elizabeth, let me introduce to you-"
"Juliet," Elizabeth finished in awe.