"Elizabeth, can I see you in my quarters for a moment?" asked Governor Swann as his daughter passed by. She had been on her way to the stables, but it could wait.

Governor Swann sat behind a large mahogany desk. His spectacles were sitting on the end of his nose as he stared intently at a letter in his hand. He looked up when Elizabeth sat opposite him.

"What is it, Father?" she asked. It had been three weeks since her sixteenth birthday. They say when a girl turns sixteen, she becomes a woman. Elizabeth didn't feel any different then she had before. Her lifestyle hadn't changed any. The only thing that was different is the way she viewed Will Turner. It was time for her to begin to consider marriage proposals. At the back of her mind, she couldn't help but hope that maybe…

"Elizabeth, are you listening to me?" he said. Elizabeth looked from the window to where her father was staring at her. Apparently, he had been talking.

"I'm sorry, could you repeat that?"

"I've just received a letter from the baron and baroness of St. Thomas. You remember their son, Carter, I assume?"

Carter McLeod. How could she forget? It still angered her to even think of the boy. Because of him, she had had to worry the whole night of her sixteenth birthday party instead of enjoy it. Because of him, Will had been avoiding her for the past three weeks. She gritted her teeth and smiled.

"Yes, I remember him," she said in the most lighthearted voice that she could fake.

"Well, they say that they would like to spend a few days here in Port Royal. They will arrive tomorrow if they stay on course from the day their letter was sent. Isn't that wonderful?"

Elizabeth fought the urge to jump from her seat and begin screaming at her father about what a foul boy Carter was. Because she was a lady, she kept her seat and lied through her teeth.

"Yes, it's quite wonderful. I can hardly wait," she said, excusing herself from her fathers quarters. Elizabeth walked down the lane until she was in the stables where there was no one else around.

When she was sure she was the only one there, she began screaming and stamping her feet in an angry rage. She swore, and cursed, and wished that their ship would sink on the way here.

"THE JERK! THE BLOODY BASTAR-!"

"Um, Miss Swann? Are you alright?" she heard a familiar voice say. She stopped her tantrum and turned slowly around. A hot flush rose to her cheeks when she saw none other than Will Turner staring at her.

"Will! Um, what are you doing here?" she asked.

"I'm here replacing the shoes on your carriage horses. I couldn't help but overhearing… but whose coming to stay?" he asked. He knew this wasn't his place, but she was obviously upset.

"Carter bloody McLeod. I can't believe he would even want to show his face here again after what he did to you," she said, crossing her arms. She was positively fuming. Will was blushing at the fact that she cared that much about him.

"How long is he staying?" he asked.

"Three days. His family is on their way to Havana for vacation and decided that they'd stop by for a friendly visit," she said. Her voice had an edge to it that he had never heard before.

"Well, it's only three days, right? Just… busy yourself with something," he said.

"Will, you don't understand. I have to spend some time with the guests or else I will be considered rude," she said with emphasis on the last word. She may be a woman, but Will noticed that she still threw those petty little tantrums. He smiled and chuckled at her immaturity.

"What's so funny?" she asked, turning her glare on him.

"Oh, just the fact that you haven't changed a bit since we got here," he said matter-of-factly. Elizabeth stuck her tongue out at him.

"Why should I change? I'm fine the way I am!"

"Yes you are, Miss Swann," said Will before he could stop himself. Luckily, it looked like she was so busy fuming over Carter that she hadn't heard him.

"I better go back to the house. I'm going to have to practice being a lady for when they arrive tomorrow," she said. Now she realized that she sounded like a spoiled little three year old.

"Good day to you, Miss Swann," said Will.

"Will, please call me Elizabeth," she said, before walking away. Will blushed as he watched her go and went back to his duties.