A/N: I don't own Pirates of the Caribbean, just the original characters.

Remembering September

Chapter 1- Elizabeth's POV

"Elizabeth? Are you awake?" My father knocks on my bedroom door.

I sit up in bed and rub my eyes. The Caribbean sunrise fills up my bedroom. Squinting, I yawn and then say, "Come in."

I hear the door squeak open, and my father comes in, powdered wig and all. He holds a wrapped box in his hands.

"Happy Birthday!" he chirps, embracing me and kissing my forehead. "I hardly dare to believe it, you're sixteen already!"

My mother died of cancer when I was still just a babe, so it was always me and father, father and me. He hands me the box. I just stare at it for a few moments before looking back up at him.

"What's this?" I ask. Father laughs.

"Oh Elizabeth, it's your birthday present!" he chuckles. "Open it!"

I look down at it again. Opening the lid, I see a necklace; a necklace made out of silver, decorated with diamonds and sapphires. My eyes widen with astonishment.

"Oh Father, you didn't have to give me this!" I look back up at him. The deep blue sapphires sparkled as the sunlight hit them.

"I thought you would look quite flattering in them, with your dress for tonight," Father just smiles as he takes the necklace out of the box and begins to fasten it around my neck.

I yawn again. "Tonight?"

"Your sixteenth birthday celebration." Father puts his hands on my shoulders and walks me over to the mirror. "See? Doesn't that look pretty?"

The necklace weighs heavily around my neck, the jewels looking similar to clear, pure rain falling into the blue ocean. I finger at it and bite my lower lip. Just then, one of the butlers enter the room.

"Miss Swann has a visitor," he announces. I turn to Father.

"Elizabeth you stay here. You are still dressed in your nightgown," he says. "I'll go see who is at the door."

"Please, Father!" I plead. "Just give me a few moments, I shall be dressed by then..."

Father breathes heavily through his nose. "Alright, then, Elizabeth," he says, "but don't take very long."

I nod as he leaves. Hastily, I undress from my nightgown and slip into a ivory colored dress. I brush my hair and pull it back into a messy bun. Taking the necklace off, I set it on my dresser and hurry down the stairs.

The person who had come to visit me was Will Turner, an childhood friend of mine. I remember fondly, we would used to go into alleyways and feed stray dogs and play pirates with the other children of Port Royal along the seashore. But that was a long time ago. Now, Will and I have grown; he had sprouted in height, his shoulders more board, and his voice deepened into a soothing, silky tone. Not to mention, he had definitely grown into his looks, with loose, wavy chestnut hair, bright brown eyes and tawny skin from being in the Caribbean sun. I held my breath once my eyes lay on him.

He smiles, a perfect straight smile, with no wooden teeth. "Miss Swann, it's lovely to see you again."

"As it is with you. Please, call me Elizabeth," I hurry over to him. His tanned cheeks blush as I do.

"Alright then...Elizabeth," he mumbles.

"So, Will, why have you come to see me?" I ask, changing the subject.

"Well, just last week, I remembered your sixteenth birthday was today, so I just made this..." he voice trails off as hands me something that he has behind his back. I gasp; it is a rose, made entirely out of metal. Suddenly, before I can control myself, I fling my arms around Will's neck and embrace him. Once I realize this, I pull back, both of our cheeks bright magenta.

"Oh Will... thank you," I timidly take the metal rose from his hands and hold it in mine.

"I–I hope you like it," he mumbles again, looking down.

"Of course Will, I like it very much!" I look up at him again. "Listen...Would you like to attend my birthday celebration tonight?"

Will looks flabbergasted by my offering. "Well, I would like too, but...your father..."

Both of us knew my father detested Will because he was in the lower class. I shake my head.

"Don't worry," I say, making myself talk in a whisper, "I can just sneak away from the party, and we'll have our own little celebration."

Will looks even more dumbstruck. "But won't your father begin to worry about you?"

"Relax," I whisper again, "I'll just tell him I feel unwell and that I'll step outside for a moment to catch my breath."

Will stills looks unsure. "But...But Mr. Brown–"

Mr. Brown was Will's guardian. He spent most of his time drinking than teaching Will how to be a blacksmith. Will was apprenticed to him.

"Don't fret. Mr. Brown will probably be passed out by the time you sneak out." I interrupt him. The insecure look on Will's face melts into a smile.

"Alright, then. But only for a few minutes," he says.

I smile back. "A few minutes then."

"I–I guess I shall be seeing you–?" Will asks.

"Seven-thirty," I answer.

"Then I shall be seeing you at seven-thirty, on the dot," he turns around and begins to walk to the door. His hand on the knob, he suddenly turns back to me.

"Oh, and also, I know where Mr. Brown keeps all of his rum. Shall I bring some?" he asks again.

I know rum was a very vile drink that young ladies should not be drinking, but I can't help but to suppress a smile and a giggle. "Of course. Bring the rum."

"I shall." Will opens the door and turns back to me for one last time. "Good day, Elizabeth."

"Good day to you too, Will," I say softly back as he turns around and walks outside, shutting the door behind him with a sharp snap.

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