A/N: Hi everyone, this is my first fanfic. It's not following the movie and it's sort of an AU. Elizabeth and Will haven't met yet, and Will doesn't meet Jack until later. But this isn't about Will though.

Disclaimer: I don't own Pirates of the Caribbean.

Chapter One

Today was just a normal day for young, Nadia Turner. She was sweeping outside of a shop. The only shop that stood as her home, and as the only place to work, to earn the money she badly needed. No one would take her in, or offer her a job anywhere else. You see, she didn't make a great first impression. Her dark brown hair in tangles to the middle of her back, covering her beautiful auburn eyes, dirt all over her face. She didn't have enough money for soap to clean off the dirt. Or for a brush, to brush out the tangles. Not to mention the rags for clothes she wore.

She sadly continued to sweep, as she watched the more fortunate people walk by, sneering at her like she was nothing. She hated this job. She only earned two shillings an hour, which wasn't nearly enough for her and her brother Will. Right now they didn't even have a home. They lived behind the shop, on cold wooden planks. The cold brick wall as their pillow. They barely managed feeding themselves.

She saw Will walking up to her, a big grin on his face. Maybe he has good news, she thought. Slim chance though, Will always had that goofy grin on his face. Chestnut hair over his face, covered with dirt and dust, chocolate brown eyes shining through.

The thing about Will was, no matter how bad the circumstances were, he could always find something good out of life.

"Hey sis," he said

"Hey," she said, "got any good news?"

"Yea," he said, "I actually do".

"What is it?" She asked excitedly.

"You won't believe it, but I get to talk to the governor."

"You what…?"

People like them never got chances like this. Usually, people like the governor just passed them by like flies on a wall. They would even shoo them away like dogs.

"I really do," he said, shaking her out of her daze.

"Why would the governor want to talk to us? I mean we're not important. We're not rich, we're just poor people on the street," she said.

"I don't know. Johnny said…"

"Johnny, that twit?" she said laughing.

Johnny was her brother's friend who worked at the Governor's manor as a stable boy. He would always tell them things to build their hopes up, but after awhile you learned he was always lying, or joking. So you knew not to trust him, and no longer get your hopes up. Johnny had blond hair that always stood up like a porcupine. He said that was the new style. In his mind maybe. But they just dealt with it. A little weird, that's Johnny! He had green eyes that sparkled like emeralds.

"Hey, Johnny doesn't always lie. Plus sis, you need to learn to have hope. This might really work out."

"All right." she said. "I'll have hope. This really is good for us, but if Johnny is lying, and you really can't talk to the governor, then I'm going to sock him right in the jaw."

He started laughing. She looked at him irritated and crossed her arms.

"You think I'm joking?" she asked.

"You couldn't sock him if you tried. You skinny sack of bones." he teased.

She hit him with the broom.

"You tease me anymore Will Turner. I'll make sure I sock YOU in the jaw."

He laughed. "Oh well I better get out of here then." As he was about to turn and leave Nadia stopped him.

"Wait, why do you want to meet the governor anyway? Not like he cares what we have to say."

"Well at least I might get the chance to meet his cute daughter Elizabeth," he said smiling.

She grinned, "Goodbye Will."

"Goodbye sis."

This was a really good opportunity, but that's all that it was. She knew that nothing would probably happen. Those rich snobs wouldn't pay them any attention. And she had seen that girl Elizabeth before. Her beautiful light brown hair cascading to the middle of her back, always perfectly placed, in perfect curls. Her hazel eyes, beautifully colored like sweet honey you dribble on your morning toast. Nadia hated it, how boys would fall for her so easily. And now, she thinks her brother may very well have fallen for her just like the rest, as well. Even though, it wasn't that much of a surprise.

The next morning…

Will walked up to the huge manor home. It was cleaner than any house, or shop he had seen. He was used to dirty shops, the ones with foul things in front. Parts of animals they threw out, that they no longer needed. He was used to tiny buildings. This was nothing like what he was used to. It was perfectly cream colored. The windows perfectly clear, with white trimmings, and gray colored covering. The door, the color of the outside, just a little bit darker. The grass was light green, perfectly cut. No weeds in site. As he got closer to the door, he started sweating. That morning he had went to a river to wash up. He had washed his face and his hands, so they would no longer dirty. And he had slicked his hair back with water. You could see his hazel eyes perfectly. He wore what he wore the day before, but he had washed it in the river, and hung it overnight, so it would be clean. He even got a hold of a little rose water his sister had found. He smelled good. But what if this was pointless? He began to think it was. Nadia was right. The governor didn't care about him. He didn't care about any of the peasants out here on the streets. Although his thoughts of what was about to unfold before him, he pushed all of the bad thoughts behind him, and pursued with all the good ones. He was then at the door.

"Well, this is the big moment," he said, clearing his voice. He knocked on the door.

A Caucasian man, with black slicked back hair, and Dark brown eyes, opened the door, and glared at him. He was wearing a clean, pressed black suit.

"Yes?" The man said. He looked Will up and down. He seemed puzzled. Probably because, he wasn't expecting a peasant like Will to be at the door of the Governor's manor.

"Ummm… my name is Will Turner. A man I know, Jonathan Harker, said that the Governor would be able to meet me today." He showed a huge grin.

"Yes… The despicable stable boy John Harker , not that you're much of an improvement. Come on in. The governor will be with you shortly."

Right then, Will decided he didn't like that man very much. Why was he so cruel?

"Come on in," a deep voice suddenly said from behind a great white door just as Will sat down.

Will got up, now he was scared. What was behind that door? He slowly opened it, and went in. As his eyes scanned the ceiling, walls, furniture, and the very corners of the room, he was immediately hit with the realization of where it was he actually stood. He was at the Governor's residence, the living quarters of one who stood at the thrown of society. Such fine living as those of higher classes were known to peasants like him only in their dreams. The house seemed to have trippled in size from what he had seen on the outside. The main entrance hall alone was about as big as the entire house of most of the homes he has been to. He felt quite out of place, amongst the golden lamps and rods, the many paintings, and the fur carpets. It was as though his eyes weren't meant to witness such luxuries, and he was an underdressed uninvited guest at a fancy dinner party. He saw the governor at a desk, studying the Bible apparently….

"State your business here." He demanded, coldly, not diverting his eyes from the book.

"Forgive me sir, it seems I have arrived at an inappropriate time. Perhaps I shall come back later?"

"No, there shall be no need of that…Go on, speak!"

" Erm,…Governor…sir… My name is Will Turner and I came here, to ask you for help. You see…"

"Help? Why would I want to help a peasant?"

"Well you see sir, I am a very hard worker. And I know my sister is as well. With the jobs we have now, we hardly get enough money to support both of us. We're sleeping in the back of a shop, outside, on wooden planks, the cold walls, as our pillow. Our poor heads…sir, they hurt when we wake. I'm sure if we could just work for you… help you, or if you could just help us get a better job, maybe with some better pay, we could fix all of our problems."

The governor laughed as he looked Will in the eye.

"Boy…. There are a lot of peasants out there. If I would help just you, all the peasants would come in here, expecting me to grant there wishes. I'm sorry, but I just can't do it."

"But sir, please. I beg you."

"No amount of begging will help. I'm sorry son. I just can't help"

It was an ugly scene, getting Will out of the castle. Him screaming, begging for help, as the guards took him out, and slammed the door behind him. Immediately as he was thrown outside, he started to sob. He knew this was going to happen, so why did it hurt so much? What he didn't know was the beautiful Elizabeth saw the whole scene, and now it was her mission to help, the poor peasant boy Will.

NEXT DAY…

The day before had been hard for Will and Nadia. Once will had told her what had happened, they had just sobbed and sobbed until they couldn't anymore. Her eyes were still rimmed with red. Will came up to her.

"Hey sis," he said, not as cheerful as he was the day before.

"Hey," she said. "Want to just pretend that never happened?"

"What happened?" He said smiling.

She returned the smile, and handed him a broom. They started sweeping. Suddenly, someone tapped Nadia on the back. It was a dark figure in a red cloak.

"Come with me," it said, "and bring the boy with you."

"Wh-who are you?" Nadia asked.

"I'm here to help you," The stranger said. "Follow me."

Nadia looked over her shoulder seeing Will eyeing the stranger cautiously. But what did they have to lose? They followed the cloaked figure into the alleyway at the side of the shop

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