AN /I don't own anything other then the plot to the story.

Summary. Modern Au. When studying to be a vet while doing practical experience in Charters Towers. Elizabeth meets the roguish but charming Will Turner a stockmen on a local property. She finds it hard to believe he's a gentlemen being friends with Jack Sparrow, Phillip, Rob and Josh Swift

Chapter 1

He was leaning against a done up 2002 Holden Vu SS Commodore Ute. The bullbar was polished with Light force spottiest mounted behind the five poster. Four more spot lights where mounted on the roll bars. Stickers plastid the ute's black paint.

A stubby of Bundy Rum in hand he was talking to a bloke wearing jeans, boots, work shirt and Akubra perched on his head but he had dreadlocks and had his arm around a tall Spanish girl.

Elizabeth shook her head and looked down at her attire. Her RM William boots where brand-new along with the Bullseye shirt and Wrangler jeans. Her father and mother would have a heart attack if they saw her like this. She turned her attention back to her glass of Jack Daniels and Coke.

Her older brother Gaven was the golden child having followed in her dad's footsteps and becoming a lawyer in Melbourne then moving to Sydney to join a bigger firm there.

"Pig's fucking ass yur tellin the truth Sparrow if you came against a 500 kilo porker yu'd be pissin yur pants" Elizabeth looked up at hearing the cowboy who was laughing and joking with his mates.

"Right like you even shot a pig in yur life Turner" The one called Sparrow quipped back at his mate. The one called Turner just smirked and shook his head.

"Jack you couldn't shot the wings off a Dunny Budgie let along a boar" Turner chuckled as he walked past his mate Sparrow.

"Jack giving you trouble Will," The bartender asked as I came over to get another stubby for me, Phil and Rob. I glanced back over my shoulder at Jack who was arguing with Rob about something.

"You know what his like Jock when he get a gutful of piss into him" I said handing him the money before grabbing the three stubbies. I handed Rob his VB and Phillip his four XXXX.

It was getting late. It was just after midnight and the pub didn't close for another two hours. Elizabeth was half bored listening to the deputy mayor's son babble on about shit all. The bloke she had been checking out earlier was leaning against the bar.

He was tall well over six foot five and just below six foot seven. His hair was tied back and half hidden under his black Rough Rider Akubra. His short sleeve RM Williams's shirt, Thomas Cook jeans hugged his legs. His muscles where like iron from the looks of them.

He was leaning against the bar chatting to the bartender about the local rodeo that was coming up in the next few months. A scar on his right arm was a faint anger welt, which could have been from a motorbike accident.

Elizabeth turned her head away from him. I felt someone's eyes on me I caught someone watching me from the corner of my eye. I watched her out the corner of my eye for a few minutes before breaking off my conversation with Jock.

She was talking or rather listening to Nick Butler go on about something or other. The kid was useless as tits on a ball when it came doing the hard yards. He was all talk and no action. Unlike Phil, Josh and Rob he was steer rather then a stud bull.

I had my fair share of women but none could fill that empty void I had in my heart since my grandfather had died when I was eight.

"Oy Butler why don't you try and chat up the wall there" She heard a deeply Irish accented man speak behind them.

" Piss off Turner you're a nobody you and your mates are the black sheep of this town so why don't you just" I cut him off with an uppercut to the jaw he fell back onto his ass.

"Butler get out of here before I call Sargent Fraser" Jock said walking out from behind the bar. Josh and Phillip grabbed Butler and hauled him out of the pub.

"But he hit me first" Butler tried to shift the blame to me. Jock just shook his head and walked back behind the bar.

Elizabeth turned her attention to cowboy standing before her. He was taller then her by nine and half inches. He had long dark brown hair tied back. An earing in his left ear. A tattoo on his right arm caught her attention it was.

"You all right" He asked Elizabeth could not believe this guy he had just started a fight and was now asking if she was all right.

"I will be when you piss off and leave me alone," She snapped at him grabbing her half empty glass of Jack and Coke and swallowing it in a few gulps.

I shock my head and watch her storm off in a huff. Josh and Phillip where watching me with interest as to why I hadn't gone after her.

I walked up to the bar and ordered a Bundy Rum and Coke with a bit of Jack added into the mix. Jack and Angelica had disappeared to god knows where. Phil and Rob where chatting up two blondes sitting at the bar sipping their Cardenas

Josh and myself where most likely sleeping the back of our utes for the night. I stood at the bar for another hour before handing Jock the money for the two slabs I had brought.

I rolled out my swag on the back of my 2005 Landcrusier. Jock didn't mind let us sleep it off in the back of our utes after a big night. Sargent Fraser would let us sleep it off then tell us to be on our way.

Josh was rolling his own swag out on the back of his 1999 Nissan Patrol DX. I was out like a light by the time my head hit the pillow.

Elizabeth had been wide-awake for last three hours. Today was Saturday, which meant she had another two days free before she started work. That guy she had meant last night that guy was the most rudest bloke she had met in her life.

But there was no denying that she was attracted to him. Those dark brown eyes where piercing thought her last night it was like he could see her soul. Her grandmother had given her some advice she would never forget.

If she was lucky to find a man who had that effect on her. If her heart rate increased ever time he was near then maybe he was the one.

He made her blood boil with anger or was it lust. No it was most defiantly anger. The mongrel had her so frustration at time that she wanted to remove his balls and feed them to him. She walked out of the pub to walk around the Charters Towers for a few hours.

She spotted a familiar figure getting out of his swag that was rolled out in back of his Landcrusier. He was shirtless only dressed in his jeans from last night. His toned and tanned body stood out in the early morning light.

He was putting on his belt. He was bare foot as he sat on the edge of the ute tray. He pulled on his Thomas Cook Super Doggers work boots and pulled the bottom of his jeans over them. He slipped on his singlet then a long sleeve black and red Ariat work shirt.

His long dark brown hair was not tied up it hung well past his shoulders. A few of his mates emerged from the pub with girls on their arms. Elizabeth moved off to explore the town she would be staying in for the next three months.