A/n: Okay, As much as i wish i did...i don't own disney, the characters or whatever. Oh wait, i own billie :D I hope you all like her! This is my first potc fic, and i hope its a decent one - please please try and review and then i'll please please try and update as much as possible :D The story is 19 years after potc, what has happened since then WILL be told to you as we go, so don't fret. 'Por que lo Resist' means 'why resist it' in spanish...or so i'm told. any corrections - do tell me! Also, I'm not telling you all the characters just yet. but hold onto your hats because its one big love-fest bonanaza! anyhow, here's the first chapter...it may rise in rating later. enjoy, mates!

Por qué lo Resiste

Chapter One

The young man fell to the ground, all the breath escaping his lungs as his back crashed against the dirt. The dust that rose from his fall settled on his face, causing him to cough before becoming aware of the sharp metal point at his throat.

The man standing over him wore a grim frown.

"In one small move I could kill you," he stated in a chilling tone, "But then I'd have no one to teach, now would I?"

He held his hand out to help up his protégé, laughing at the wide-eyed boy.

"That, Mr. Turner," he spluttered, "was cruel!" He grasped the pitcher of water on the table and swigged from it, removing the taste of dirt from his lips.

"That, Thomas," Will mocked, "Was a lesson!"

Tom's eyebrows shot up in horror, "But you could've killed me!"

Rolling his eyes, will sheathed his sword and fixed up his appearance. "Yes," he drawled, "that would be the point."

"How do you mean, Sir?"

Exasperated with the boy, Will sighed, "Your footwork was under par, Tom. You needed to understand quite how...essential it is to have good footwork!"

"My footwork is just fine, thank you very much," Tom pouted, crossing his arms over his chest. Will chuckled at the childish attitude, "If it was so fine, Mr. Hatchway, then how did I manage to make you fall just by forcing you to move diagonally backwards?"

Tom narrowed his eyes, "You didn't make me fall. I pretended to fall to..."he struggled to think of a 'cunning' reason when a high-pitched whine came from behind the locked doors of the Blacksmiths' Forge.

"DAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAD!" The voice cried in frustration, "Are you nearly done yet?"

Will moved and unlocked the door, mumbling, "saved by the wail, boy."

Immediately, the door was pushed open and a young girl of about seventeen came bounding in. Her bronze curls were bouncing loose across her back, obviously taken down from what would have been an elaborate affair and her large dark brown eyes were lit with a happiness and humour that was rare in girls of her status. The dress she wore was of a powder blue silk - a fine gown for a fine lady - however, the style was dated and the hem was covered in mud and ripped in places. Tossing an apple from hand to hand, she sat on a stool by the fire, facing the two men, "What was taking you so long? I've been wandering around the docks for over two hours now!"

"What?" Will exclaimed.

The girl froze and grimaced, before taking a giant bite from her apple.

"Don't play that game with me, Princess. What do you mean you've been 'wandering around the docks?' You were supposed to be visiting with Jacintha!"

She rolled her eyes and continued to munch on her apple.

"Billie! Answer me!"

She swallowed, "Dad, you've told me countless times not to talk whilst eating!"

"There are exceptions to every rule," he said forebodingly.

Smiling sweetly, "Then there's an exception for the 'No Being Out At The Docks By Yourself Rule,' isn't there?"

There was a long, tense pause as the two Turners glared at eachother. Suddenly, Thomas thrust a pouch of coins into Will's hand before excusing himself and running out the door.

Will sighed and locked the door. Slowly, he descended the stairs to where his daughter sat by the fire pouting,

"I didn't get to say goodbye to Tommy! Oh well, I'm sure I'll see him around some place or the other. He's usually down at the -"

"There is blatantly no adequate exception for being down there, Billie," Will stated calmly, sitting down in the padded chair next to her.

Billie huffed and finally gave in,

"Daddy, I'm sorry! I really am sorry! It's just that I," she paused, her eyes dancing with emotions, "I couldn't resist!"

Will smiled softly, "C'mere, Princess, let's have a talk."

Reflecting his smile, she sat on his lap and leant against his chest.

"I'm sorry, Daddy," she said softly, looking up at him. She noted how significantly he had changed during the past few years. There were now more little lines at the corners or his eyes and a streak of grey coursed from his temple through his dark, shoulder length ponytail. Since her mother died, Will Turner had aged. As if his love for her kept him youthful, the moment she had passed, his body mourned her. His spirit grieved for his loss. Yet, knowing he would see her again some day, he strove on with a smile, dedicating all his time and love to his only child, Billie Octavia Turner.

The lines around his eyes crinkled as he grinned at her, "Did you even make an appearance at Jacintha Barret's tea?"

"Yes," Billie said proudly, "I went for a whole ten minutes! But they made the mistake of putting me opposite the window. All I could see the entire time was the sea. So, naturally, all I wanted to do was leave!"

Will laughed at her before leaning in and resting his forehead against hers, conspiratorially.

"How did ye escape, lass?" He asked, putting on his pirate accent.

Billie giggled, "Argh! 'Twas a marvellous escape, m'lad!" She rose, swaggering about, using wild hand gestures to describe a ludicrous story involving reincarnating the lobsters on the table as a distraction to the 'strumpets' present and slaying all the 'redcoats' that followed her to the docks.

Having never met the infamous Captain Jack Sparrow, Will was stunned at the likeness of her pirate impersonation to his old friend. He snorted in laughter as she finished her story,

"An' I jumped from the roof of the carriage an' landed righ' at yer door!"

He applauded, "Aye! 'Twas a marvellous escape, indeed, me bonny lass!" Resting back in his chair, he raised an eyebrow at her, "but how did you really get out of it?"

She blushed, "I told them I had forgotten my parasol and I 'left to go get it' and never came back..." She winced and closed her eyes, preparing for the scolding of her angry father.

It never came.

She opened her eyes to see her father shaking with silent laughter, tears of mirth streaking down his face. Biting her bottom lip, she began to giggle once more.

The man watching from outside their window was struggling to hold his laughter in as well.

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A/N: What happened to Elizabeth? How did Billie get called 'Billie'? Why has Billie not met Jack? Who the hell is Thomas? Will Thomas and Billie get it together? And who in the hell is watching Will and Billie??????

all will be revealed....soon. ish.

Tell me what you think? You like the characters? Any ideas of where's i'm going?