How Hannah travels to Port Royal and meets her first friend

Hannah Prescott stood on a ship taking her farther from her home in England every second. Her mother and stepfather were below deck as she stood at the bow, watching the horizon and her new home, Port Royal, come closer. The breeze from the air played with the stray ringlets that hung about her neck.

She was excited and a little scared. After nineteen years she was having a hard time believing that her family was moving. It was hard leaving her friends behind and her memories, but something inside of her was ready for the adventure of a lifetime. Plus, there was a purpose for this move.

After many days of sailing, and standing on deck, Hannah finally heard someone yell 'Land Ho!' How wonderful this was for her. But also, how frightened she felt.

She ran to the side of the ship, wanting to see everything. As she neared the side, she found that she was going too fast. By the time she reached the side, her legs were still in motion and she knew she couldn't stop soon enough.

She was scared! She was sure she was going to fall overboard. And she would have if it hadn't been for the quick reflexes of a sailor. She felt a tight grip on her arm pulling her back from the edge. Hannah's legs gave out below her and she started falling down. The same sailor was wise to this and wrapped his arm around her waist so she wouldn't crash on the deck.

Hannah looked up at the man who saved her life. He had a gentle face; brown eyes and soft brown, curly hair that was pulled loosely back into a ponytail. He was very handsome; Hannah didn't want to look away. But she knew that her stepfather would be up on deck soon.

"Thank you," she said timidly, staring into his eyes.

"You alright?" the sailor asked, she nodded and he helped her stand up. "A few more steps, and you would have taken a swim," he chuckled and she laughed along. "My name is Will Turner." Hannah extended your hand to shake his.

"My name is Hannah."

"I am pleased to meet you," he says and Hannah blushed.

"What brings you to Port Royal, Will?"

"Actually, I live here. I was just giving the Commodore a hand in the crossing. What about yourself?"

"My mother and step-father wanted a change in scenery," she replied. However, that wasn't exactly why she was heading to Port Royal. Yet, it also wasn't a lie.

"Well, I hope that you like it here, and I hope to see you around." She didn't want Will to leave. She at least wanted to know when she would see him again. "Perhaps I could give you a tour," he offered before he was about to walk away. Hannah smiled at him, and partly to herself. "I'll call on you tomorrow." With that, Will left her standing on deck watching Port Royal come closer.

When the ship pulled into port, Hannah was the first of her family to get off. Her mother, who was seasick throughout the voyage, and her stepfather, who stayed below deck to care for your mother, walked off the ship ten minutes later. This was the first time that Hannah got to see Port Royal; her stepfather had been there before, to make the arrangement. Hannah didn't think that it was all that much to look at in the beginning. The port was busy and dusty. She had to hold a handkerchief in front of her nose and mouth to keep from coughing and sneezing.

They hadn't been standing at the port for long before they were joined by three of the household servants, from the trip, and the rest of the clothing trunks. Hannah's stepfather had already bought a house next to governor Swann's house, all of the furniture and most of everything else was there; set up and ready to live in.

That night Hannah lay in bed reading one of her favorite books, but she couldn't concentrate. She wanted to find Will Turner and talk to him. After what felt like hours of reading the same line over and over again, Hannah's eyes finally closed from exhaustion.