Author's Note:

Heyy everyone it's me Aranelle! Ok, so I deleted my old FanFic because I had NO IDEA where I was going to go with it, it died, and basically, it was a very UNdevelpoed plot. SO! That being said, I am starting a new series called "Remember When" and I hope you enjoy it! Special thanks to Zenappa for helping me along! Read and Review please please pleeeease! Thanks!

A hazy sun rose through the mist. Dew speckled the grass and the air had a flowery smell. It was the first day of summer after a chilly winter and spring in Port Royal, England. A young girl slept peacefully. her beautiful, wavy, blond hair was tied back with a red ribbon and a knock sounded on her door.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

Her hazel green eyes flew open at the sudden noise and she lept out of bed. She ran to her night robes and hastily put them on. She tripped on her desk in her haste and knocked a candle off the desk, setting fire to the floor. She quickly stomped it out and put the candle back on her desk, but there was still a burn mark. She stood on it and tucked a shiny necklace into it, out of sight, just as her father knocked again and came in.

"Elizabeth? Are you even there? Oh, still in bed at this hour?"

Elizabeth nodded with a smile as he walked over to the window and thrust the curtains and the glass itself open. Sunlight poured in and Elizabeth had to close her eyes because of the sudden brightness.

"I've brought you something." her father said.

He motioned to the ladies behind him and one of them brought an elegantly wrapped box. Elizabeth opened it and gasped in pleasant surprise.

Inside was the most beautiful dress she had ever seen. Gold with darker gold flowers scattered across it and a white pattern in a V from the shoulders to the middle of her stomach.

"Oh, it's beautiful! May I inquire as to the occasion?" She asked her father in a somewhat teasing voice.

"Does a father need an occasion to dote upon his daughter?" he replied, smiling.

Her father signaled to the maids again and them swept Elizabeth behind the changing screen.

"Actually, I'd hoped you would wear it to the ceremony today." He confessed.

"Ceremony?"

"Captain Norrington's promotion ceremony." He explained.

"I knew it!" Elizabeth'a head popped out from behind the screen.

"Commodore Norrington!" he explained.

A few minutes passed, and finally the governor spoke.

"How's it coming?" he asked.

"It's... difficult to say..." Elizabeth said, clutching her chest where she was being bound in a corset and taking deep breaths.

"I'm told it's the latest fashion in London." her father said.

"Well, women in London must have learned not to breath!" She stammered and then gasped as the maids pulled the strings on the back of the corset even tighter.

The governor shook his head with a smile. Just then, one of the guards stepped in.

"There's someone here to see you, Governor Swann." he said.

"Oh all right. Elizabeth, I shall be downstairs." Governor Swann replied and left.

Downstairs, a young, handsome man waited in the parlor. He paced impatiently and noticed a beautiful light fixture on the wall. He admired it and reached out to grab it. It broke off, and he heard someone coming, so he stashed it in an umbrella holder. The governor walked in.

"Hello governor, I have your request." the young man said. He opened up the case he held, to reveal a beautiful sword. The governor admired its beautiful craftiness that he didn't hear the man rambling on about how it was made.

"Yes, yes." he said absentmindedly to the man. "Well," he finally said, "Please give your highest compliments to your master.

The man looked up and paused.

"I shall. A craftsman is always happy to hear his work is appreciated." At that moment both men looked up to see a gorgeous Elizabeth. She looked down in surprise.

"Will! Oh, it's so good to see you!"

Will nodded in a complete daze, for he was instantly love struck by her beauty.

"I had a dream about you last night! They day we first met do you remember?" she asked happily.

"How could I forget Miss Swann." he replied politely.

"Will, how many times must I ask you to call me Elizabeth." she said with a smile.

"At least once more Miss Swann, as always." he said, although it was completely forced.

"See? At least the boy has a sense of decency. Humph!" and he walked away with slight shame in his daughter.

Elizabeth, who was used to always being perfect and never getting yelled at changed her attitude instantly. She put her nose up and spoke in slight distaste.

"Good day Mr. Turner." and she walked away with her head high.

She got in the carriage and left, but didn't see Will charging out of the house to try and see the girl he loved once more. He said under his breath, "Good day... Elizabeth."

A ship sailed into Port Royal. It was a tiny ship, with a hole in the bottom, so that it sunk to the bottom of the sand, just as the only man on it, stepped off the tip of the mast, and onto the dock. He walked by a man that smiled to him, but stopped him after he realized his "boat" was there.

"You there!" he yelled and the sailor turned around. "It's a shilling to tie up a boat at the dock! And we need your name sir!" he motioned to the top of the mast sticking out of the water.

The sailor replied, "What do you say to three shillings, and we forget the name?"

The boy next to the man looked at him with raised eyebrows, being clearly poor, and needing the money. The man smiled, and spoke. "Welcome to Port Royal Mr., uh, Smith!"

The sailor turned around and thought, "It's Captain Jack Sparrow, not Mr. Smith!" he saw a bag of shillings, shook it and saw it had at least a dozen shillings in it, and sneakily hid it away.

He walked around to where he saw a beautiful ship. He walked to the dock but was stopped by two clumsy looking guards. They stood in front of him and said promptly, "This dock is off limits to civilians."

"I'm terribly sorry, I didn't know. If I see one, I shall be sure to inform you immediately." Jack said, and he walked around the guards, but the got in front of him again. Jack looked at them and he started talking.

"I hear there's a huge gathering up at the fort. How is it, that to fine gentlemen like yourselves, did not merit an invitation?" Jack asked.

"Someone needs to make sure this dock stays off limits to civilians." one of the guards replied.

"It's a fine goal to be sure," Jack started, "but it seems like, a ship like THAT," he pointed to one out in the ocean as another dock a while away. "makes this one seem a bit less worth guarding."

"There's no ship that can match the Interceptor for speed that's for sure." the guard spoke.

Jack put his finger on his chin, in fake thought. "I've heard of one. It's supposed to be very fast. Uncatchable even. The Black Pearl."

The guard laughed. "There's no, REAL, ship as can match the Interceptor." he said.

"The Black Pearl is a real ship." the other guard said.

"No, no it's not." said the other one.

"Yes it is. I've seen it."

"You've seen it."

"Yes. I have"

"You've seen a ship with black sails, crewed by the damned, and captained by a man so evil, that Hell itself spat him back out?"

The man nodded. "No..."

"No. Hah."

"But I have seen a ship with black sails."

"Oh so you've seen a ship with black sails that couldn't possibly be crewed by the damned and captained by a man so evil that Hell itself spat him back out that couldn't possibly be any other ship than the Black Pearl is that what you're saying?"

"No."

"So like I said," the guard started, "There's no... Real, ship, as can match the intecept-" the man broke off as Jack was no longer there. He looked around and saw Jack was on the ship, trying to sail it away.

"HEY!" they shouted and jumped onto the ship guns ready. "BACK AWAY FROM THE WHEEL."

"I'm sorry it's just such a pretty boat... Ship! Sorry." Jack said.

"What's your name?" they asked.

"Smith! Or, Smithen, if you prefer."

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

"And no lies!" said the other.

"Alright, I confess." Jack started. "I lost my ship and I came to port royal to commandeer one."

"I said no lies!" the guard said.

"I think he's telling the truth." the other one whispered into the guard's ear.

"If it was the truth he wouldn't have told us."

"Unless you knew you wouldn't believe the truth even if he told it to you." Jack said and that stumped the guards.

Elizabeth was close to tears because of how rude she had been to Will. Once her father left, she could have still called him Will and no one would know. It was painfully clear how much he loved her, and now she just looked like a stuck up jerk for leaving like that. She sighed and looked at her father through the tiny window separating the two compartments.

She must have dozed a bit because in the blink of an eye, trumpets blared and the carriage door swing open. She stepped out and walked over to where they would be watching the ceremony.

The ceremony was quite dull with a bunch of drums and yelling, but thankfully, it was over in no time, because Elizabeth was about to pass out from the heat. She was just about to run for the carriage, when Commodore Norrington stepped in front of her.

"May I have a moment?" he asked.

Elizabeth nodded and followed him to the bell tower where they overlooked a huge, steep, rocky cliff that plunged into the vast ocean far below.

"You look lovely Elizabeth." he commented.

She forced a smile and tried her best to keep calm and not completely lose it.

"This... Promotion... Throws into shock something I have not yet... Achieved." he began nervously. "A marriage, to a fine woman."

Elizabeth looked at him, knowing where this was going, but not at all prepared for it.

"You, Elizabeth, have become a fine woman." He finished. Just then, Elizabeth stopped breathing.

"I-I can't breath-" Elizabeth said and gave up.

"Yes, I'm a bit nervous myself... B-but..." he looked away.

Elizabeth blacked out and fell off the side of the bell tower. A splash sounded far below where she hit the water.

"Well what do you think?" he asked, still not looking up. No one answered.

"Elizabeth? Elizabeth?" he looked around frantically, then looked down. There were splash bubbles around an area and he knew instantly she fell.

"GUARDS! GUARDS! COME QUICKLY!" he bellowed. Immediately, twelve guards rushed up the stairs and Norrington told them what happened. He took off his coat, and prepared to jump, but one of the top lieutenants stopped him.

"The rocks! You'll die!" he shouted and all thirteen of them rushed down the stairs to save her.

Jack was calmly telling the story of how he lost his ship when a loud splash interrupted him. He stood up and looked at the men.

"Will you be saving her?" He asked the men.

"I can't swim!" said the one and the other shook his head.

"Some men of the King's Navy you are." he muttered and took off his sword, gun, coat, and shoes. "Don't lose these." he warned the guards and he jumped in the water. The water stung his eyes but he quickly got used to it. He saw a beautiful young girl at the bottom of the shallows, and he swam for her. Unfortunately, she had an enormously heavy dress when it gets wet and she was difficult to carry. He broke the surface and took another breath before going under and ripping the dress off only. He swam ashore now she was about one hundred pounds lighter, and lay her down on the dock where the two guards were. One of them ran to her.

"Not breathing-" he stated obviously and Jack shoved him aside.

"Move!" he took a small knife and cut the corset from her body. Her eyes flew open and she coughed up a lungful of seawater. Her father, Norrington and the rest of the guards ran around the corner just in time to see Jack reaching for a golden medallion around her neck. A pirates medallion.

Elizabeth coughed up seawater and opened her eyes. Around her was the whole guard troop, her father, Norrington, and a man she had never seen before. But at first sight, she was in love. She got shakily to her feet and stumbled to her father where he wrapped a dry blanket around her.

"All you alright?" Governor Swann asked nervously.

"Yes, yes I'm fine," she said, still staring at the man before her.

Norrington extended a hand.

"My thanks to you." he said.

Jack hesitantly extended his arm and shook Norrington's hand. Norrington whipped up his sleeve, revealing a P branded on his arm. Jack winced and Norrington finished his statement.

"Pirate... Oh look!" he pushed the sleeve higher, and there was a tattoo of a Sparrow flying over a sun. "Well, well, Jack Sparrow isn't it?"

"Captain!" Jack shouted. Elizabeth was awestruck. He was so brave to stand there and shout into the face of the imperial guard!

"Well, I don't see your ship. Captain!" he said the last word as if it were a flea on his arm, not a name.

"I'm in the market!" he replied.

"These are his sir," the two guards on the dock came forward.

Norrington looked at them with a smirk and picked each one up with a laugh.

"A pistol with no spare shot nor powder! A compass that doesn't point north," he pulled out Jack's sword. "And I half expected it to be made of wood. You are without a doubt the worst pirate I've ever heard of!" He said.

"Ah, but you have heard of me!" Jack smirked, and took off running shouting, "Remember this as the day you almost caught, Captain Jack Sparrow!"

Elizabeth jolted awake in her room. She felt warm and happy inside. She smiled and then her face fell. It was all a dream. It was all a bloody dream and it would never be real again. She started to cry and she shoved her face into her pillow. It was all wrong! It was never supposed to be this way! She was supposed to love Will, but she loved Jack, and she couldn't contain herself. She needed someone to talk to, but there was no one. There was no one in this entire world that she could trust with her secret. Jack was dead. Shot down unarmed. The army had found his ship, taken over it, then brought his body back as proof. It was now in the catacombs beneath the mansion, and Elizabeth knew she wouldn't make it in this house with a full heart, but a cracked, beaten and utterly shattered heart.