"Lily? LILY! Lily, where the bloody hell are y- oh, there you are." First mate Kill-em-all Kiagan Kavanagh (Pirates are VERY excellent at alliteration, aren't they?) was looking anxiously for his ten-year-old daughter, who was sitting nicely in front of her vanity, brushing her hair.

"Yes, Da?" she asked pleasantly, her noble accent not revealing the fact she had lived with scruffy pirates her whole existence.

"We're going to stop in Port Royal for a bit...I just thought you should know." His eyes were bloodshot.

"Do I get to see Mother?" Lily's mother was one of the few, to put it politely, "working women" in the underground of Port Royal, and Lily had never met her.

"Um, no, love. Not this time. But I will get you some nice hair ribbons or a new dress or...something."

"That'll be nice." Lily smiled.

"You're a good girl, Lily. I'm glad to see you're growing up to be a fit young.....lady." He coughed at the word.

"I don't want to be a lady, Da. I want to be a pirate, like you and Captain Turner!"

"Women don't suit well as pirates, Lily...not well at all."

"But what about Captainess Anna Maria?"

"She was born and raised a pirate. Raised a man's woman."

"I'm a pirate!"

"No, you're not! And don't even think you may become one, Liliana, because I will not let you be another dead body in Davy Jones' locker!"

"But I can fight! I can do all the things a pirate can do! And Captain Turner even let me steer the ship today!"

"Will WHAT? Lily, stay in here. I need to go see Captain Turner."

Kill-em-all Kiagan let the room swiftly, his many decorations clanking as he walked away.

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Lily followed him quietly to the cabin of Captain Will Turner, and pressed her ear against the wood.

"Will, you let her steer the ship?"

"What's wrong with it, Kill-em-all? She was raised on this ship, she worked on this ship, she should know how to sail it."

"She's a GIRL, Will. She cannot be a pirate. She WILL not be a pirate."

"Why not? She was raised as one. She will be still raised as one."

"I'm beginning to think twice about that! I'm going to drop her off at Port Royal. She's old enough to get work."

"That's not so good of an idea, Kill-em-all. She may be kidnapped."

"She can fend for herself. We drop her off at Port Royal."

"Are you sure, Kill-em-all? Don't you see how happy she is out on deck?"

"Will, who is her father here, you or me?"

"You, Kill-em-all, but as Captain, I get to dec-"

"No, Will. She is my daughter. She is in MY care. We drop her off tomorrow."

Will sighed. "I'm not going to say it's a good idea, but I will appreciate your authority as her father."

"Thank you, Captain."

Lily snuck back to her room and pushed her face to her pillow, not knowing whether to cry or scream.

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"Captain, why do I have to go?" Lily said, her eyes wet with tears.

"Your father wants you to have a good life, my young Lily, and we have to obey his wishes."

"But why? Why does Da think that I can't be a pirate?"

"He doesn't think you can't be a pirate, Lily. He just wants you to be safe."

"But you're the Captain! Why can't you make him let me stay? I want to stay, Captain Turner! I want to be a pirate!"

"I know, I know....Lily. You're practically my own daughter. I love you, very, very much, almost as much as your father loves you, maybe more. But, as an honest man, I have to obey his wishes. He is your father."

"But he's making me not be a pirate!"

"Lily...you're a strong, smart little girl...You'll find a way to be whatever you want to be."

Captain Will Turner walked back up onto the ship.

"Good luck, Lily!" he called, as they started to head off.

"I'll miss you, Captain Turner!"

"I'll miss you, Lily Kavanagh!"

And so she was just left at Port Royal, in her best dress, with what she had of personal items, ten years old and clueless. She stumbled down the dock and bumped into a man in a funny-colored coat.

"Sorry, sir." she said, assuming he was a soldier meant to guard the ports.

"No, I'm sorry, miss. What is a girl like yourself doing out on these docks?"

"I was dropped off. By my father." she said, not wanting to reveal anything about her pirate heritage.

"Ah, and for what reason?"

"To get a job. And be trained. As a maid."

"Ah, to be trained as a maid. How old are you, miss?"

"Ten."

"Ten?! Well, miss, you MUST come with me. I'm certain that back where I take you there will be many jobs for a girl like yourself. But you must be very tired. Would you like me to carry you?"

"No, sir, I'll be fine." She was beginning to like this man, even though he was very straight laced.

"Well then, may I hold your hand? We don't want you getting lost."

She nodded, and held out her hand.

He took it and started to lead them away from the docks. "What might be your name?"

"My name is Liliana, sir."

"That's a very pretty name. Liliana what?"

Lily felt she should probably lie. But who could give her credit? She didn't know who's name to use, so she just decided to say her own.

"Liliana Kavanagh, sir."

"Ah. That is a very nice name."

"What is your name, sir?"

"Commodore James Norrington. Commodore Norrington to most though."

"The Commodore Norrington?!" Lily said incredulously, her young eyes wide.

"Yes, that would be me." He smiled at her.

"I knew someone who knew you." Lily said a little quietly, looking down. "Elizabeth Turner."

"Oh....you knew Elizabeth?" he said, his voice a little odd.

"Yes...I've met her upon...occasion." Lily said, her eyes wide.

"You know, she was still a Swann when I knew her." Norrington led them down a bustling street. "And how is Mr. Turner?"

"Captain? Oh, he's doing well."

"Captain now? Of a commandeered pirate ship I suppose?" Norrington said, a little venom in his voice.

"Yes, I assume.......but he's very good at it." Lily said.

"And what about Jack Sparrow?"

"I don't know. I have yet to meet him, Commodore, sir."

"Sadly I have....Well, Miss Kavanagh, I can offer you some work....my servants have been fading around the edges."

"Oh, thank you, sir!" she said, and wrapped her arms around him tightly in a hug.

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"Miss Kavanagh, this is the head of all my servants and maids, Simon. You two should get to know each other very well. Simon, this is Liliana Kavanagh. She was looking for work as a maid, so I thought we could take her in."

"How old are you, Miss Liliana?" Simon said, crouching down to Liliana's eye level.

"I'm ten, sir." Lily said.

"Ten? Isn't that a bit young, sir?" Simon asked, standing back up.

"She said she needed work." Norrington looked down at Lily. "Are you too young to work?"

"No, sir, I've done hard labor all my life." Lily said, and then had a second thought about whether or not she should have said that.

"You have?" Simon asked, cocking a brow.

"Why is that, Liliana?" Norrington kept his eyes on her.

Lily looked down, searching desperately in her usually vivid imagination for a reason.

"I don't want to talk about it." she said, hoping they would stop asking.

"Please do tell us, Liliana."

"I was.....a....captive. On a pirate ship." Lily hoped that would quench their interrogative thirst.

"Poor girl." Simon shook his head. "Well, I guess we could always use an extra server at dinner."

Lily looked up hopefully.

The commodore nodded. "Let her take her things to the servants quarters and then get her a uniform fitted. Isn't there an extra bed in the maid's rooms?"

Simon nodded. "We have a few."

"I'm going to leave you with Simon now, he'll tell you what to do."

Simon led Lily back through the manor into the back room. He showed her a large room and pointed to a small bed in the far corner.

"That's where you'll be sleeping. There's a draft sometimes, I've been told, but it's never awful. You can keep your things under your bed, I think there is a box under there."

Lily went and put her things under her bed, then followed Simon back out of the hallways and into a room full of fabric and threads and women busy with needles.

"Isabel!" he called, and a young women with long brown hair in a braid came over, straightpins stuck in the front of her dress and a bit of string for measuring draped around her neck.

"Yes, Simon?"

"The commodre has taken on a new serving maid. This is Liliana. Liliana, this is Isabel. She basically commands over everything being made involving fabric in the manor."

"That's not true, I had nothing to do with those dreaded curtains in the Commodore's bedchambers."

Simon chuckled a little.

"Well, Liliana needs a serving uniform, and I figured you were the one to come to."

"Liliana, is it?"

Lily nodded. "But you can call me Lily."

"Lily. What a very pretty name."

"Everyone seems to be saying that today." Lily said with a smile as she was led to the back of the room.

"I actually may have something that fits you...my daughter, Katherine, just grew out of...oh, here they are." Isabel handed her a uniform. "Try those on."

Lily took them and stood, waiting.

"Well, are you going to try them on?" Isabel said.

Lily glanced a Simon nervously.

"Oh, I think she doesn't want to be changing in front of me." Simon turned to talk to a woman who was mending some hose.

Lily changed into the pale gray chemise, dark blue skirt, and off-white apron.

"They fit well enough." Isabel said. "Do you need some help tying the cuffs?"

Lily nodded and extended her arms so that Isabel could tie the cuffs of the chemise.

"Can I come back now?" Simon asked.

"Yes, sir." Lily said, smoothing over her apron.

"Please, call me Simon." He smiled at her warmly. "Now, I think we should probably put you to work somewhere..." He pondered for a moment.

"Are you any good at stitching?" Isabelle said.

"I used to do all the mending and sewing on board the ship." Lily said, then mentally scolded herself for mentioning her past again.

"Ship?"

"Lily was a captive on a pirate ship." Simon explained, and the room got quieter at the mention of "pirate".

"I see...you say you did all the mending?"

Lily nodded, chewing absentmindedly on her bottom lip.

"I have some breeches that need mending." Isabel led them to the left side of the room and started to hand some things to Lily. "I'll get you set up really quickly, but I have to go do a fitting for the Commodore's fiance's wedding dress, and if I'm not punctual, I may be fired."

Lily looked up as she took a pillow with a few needles in it and some thread from Isabel hands. "Oh, may I sit in on that?"

Isabel raised her eyebrows. "Your first day?"

"I won't be a bother."

"I'm sorry, but no, Lily. This woman is very particular about who is with her in the room when she's being fitted." Isabel shook her head nervously. "I must be going. Be nice to Lily, girls!" she said as she rushed out of the room, dress and pins in hand.

Simon had already left, so Lily sat down in a chair a little bit farther from the groups of gossipping seamstresses and began to mend the breeches, staring intently down at her work.

"So you were a captive on a pirate ship?" one of the seamstresses said. She looked to be about twenty and she had her red hair pulled back under her off-white muffin cap.

Lily nodded, not looking up.

"Was it scary?"

Lily looked up. "Do you really want to know?"

The other seamstresses nodded.

Lily pulled her chair over to the group and continued stitching at the breeches.

"I'm Fiona." the one who had asked her the question said. "And these women are Mary, Elinor, Frances, Margaret, and Winifred."

Lily nodded politely.

"So, did you really get captured by pirates?"

Lily nodded again.

"What was it like?"

"Were you terrified?"

"Did they threaten you?

Lily sighed. "It wasn't that bad really."

The women looked at her incredulously.

"Wasn't that bad?"

"But they're pirates!"

Lily continued to work on the breeches. "It was nice, actually. The ocean rocked you to sleep every night, and there was always someone to talk to. I'd been abandoned, of a sort, so it was better than nothing. And even if the men were a little heavy on their rum-"

The women chuckled lightly.

"I liked it. I did have to do a lot of heavy labor and I had to do a lot of mending, I was one of two girls on the ship-"

"Who was the other one?"

"Would we know her?"

"Well, she's a Turner now, but you would know her as Elizabeth Swann."

The women gasped.

"You and Miss Swann were captives on a pirate ship?"

Lily looked at them confusedly."Who said she was a captive?"

The women gasped again.

"Miss Swann is a pirate?"

"She lives on a ship?"

"I still can't believe she didn't choose the Commodore."

"I know, he's so upstanding in society and very well off."

"That's for sure."

Lily kept her mouth shut and kept stitching.