A/N: This is my latest fanfic, DMC and COTBP never happened.

Summery: Elizabeth has grown in a high society life and Jack has not, they meet each other is the worse circumstance and despise the other because they are of different class. Yet they are so much alike, stubborn, quick-witted, intelligent, both are trapped like a bird, even though Jack is a pirate he feels trapped. Along the way they start have feelings for the other they never thought of feeling and they help the other feel free but when Elizabeth's father and her fiancé find out they try and Kill Jack and ruin him. Elizabeth has never disappointed her father but when she tells him she loves jack he is outraged and Elizabeth doesn't care what he thinks, now Will and her father and the navy are out for Jack. Will love keep them together or will society break them apart?

Disclaimer: I do not own pirates and unfortunately I never will.

Aristocrat and a Pirate

Chapter UN: Elizabeth's society and background

Elizabeth's POV:

I was fortunate enough to be born into society.

My father was a Gentleman, my mother a lady. They married only because my mother was pregnant with me. If any one found out about the pregnancy my mothers name would be taken in vain and would be a disgrace to her family and society, which would a black mark on her life forever, so she had no choice but to marry my father.

I grew up in England learning how to speak, sit and eat. I didn't have a choice in a say, a woman is to speak when spoken to, never interrupt a man, or give a judge on an opinion. The man or gentlemen are the superior. I woman must sit up right, do the bidding of her spouse, her hands are always to be soft because rough hands show a lady of work, and less beauty. A woman must be married by a man of her own society or she will forever be humiliated. She must keep her figure skinny; it shows handsomeness to her person. I grew up learning these ways of society.

I had everything in the world given to me.

I didn't know my parents very well. I was given a maid to do my bidding and take care o f me, she was my nanny.

Though I never knew my parents does not mean I didn't ever see them. They had their own vocation to think about. My mother was always into parties, that she always had guest for cocktails and would tête-à-tête about the person who was unable to attend, or they would prate about the latest fashion.

My mother was a beautiful woman, many men have fallen in love with her, and the reason she slept with my father was for his money for he heirs a large fortune and owns half of Liverpool. She never intended to give birth to me at such a young age, she was only seventeen, my father was thirty then. My father is a great man, he is a lord and he heirs a large fortune. The family name The Swann's is a family for many generations ad the great family name al ends on me, he was greatly disappointed my mother did not birth a boy.

It was said my mother had many affairs, and my father knew about them all, but he did nothing to prevent them.

She happened to die on consumption when I was seven. Many people, who she had castigated, spoke ill of her and her evil ways.

At her funeral I never shed a tear, or when I heard of her death I did not cry. I did not know her well enough to care if she were alive or not.

My father now a widower didn't seem at all affected by her death. I didn't know if he truly loved her or not I guess it didn't matter.

All my frocks were dyed black. This is called the times or mourning. That is another way of society when a relative dies in your family the woman wear black to show that they respect the dead and someone died in their family.

The years that followed I still had to wear black; I had to for three years. My father didn't ever seem sad that he lost his wife, or I never seem to see it, he was always so fathomable.

Things changed when my mother died, my father stopped bringing company to our property, and he started acquainting me, he demanded I learn to read and write, most woman don't learn to read and write because that is usually the mans job. A gentleman goes to school to learn education; a woman goes to class to be a lady, I learned the alphabet and how to read and write, books always seemed to interest me, I loved how you can read about anything and it takes you on an adventure to another place all in paper and ink.

I read a book on how a man and a woman, who are two different people, fall in love. In the end the man believes his love is dead and quickly poisons himself, The woman wakes from her slumber to see the love of her life dead and she stabs herself. They die and live together for eternity.

From reading that beautiful book it reminded me of my late mother, I asked my father if he missed her, he told me that a gentlemen doesn't express emotion, it only shows his weakness. From then on I never cried nor show my feelings I didn't want my father to see me weak.

One day my father got a letter from the king asking him to govern a new land, and support England's soil. My father accepted, happy to oblige and become governor.

We sailed across the Atlantic Ocean. I was so happy to sail on a ship it was the most exciting event of my life. I ever so enjoyed the gust of wind and the sun on my skin. My father was keen on me to not be in the sun very long a woman has to be pale like a porcelain doll; the sun darkens the woman complexion, which shows the woman works and that is highly intolerable in my society.

The place we embarked on is Port Royal.

I was twelve when I first came to Port Royal. A few hundred people already lived here, but there was no Governor or Navy about. We as in my father and I and our maids and servants settled in the biggest mansion at the top of a hill overlooking Port Royal and the ocean.

Our Port grew in size and population. We were known around the Atlantic. We forbid Pirates from ever entering; if they should it would be the gallows for them. We were also great traders, sailors around the world came here for the best trades.

Many suitors had asked my hand in marriage, all my father chose for me. I declined all. None seemed to interest me in any matter. I did happen to take interest in a man, he was a blacksmith. His name is William Turner, a fine man, a good man. I met him in the shop he works at, Mr. Brown is the owner, and he is merely his craftsmen. I was to invite Mr. Brown to a ball where owners and gentlemen get together and discuss money. He was not there but William; we talked as I waited for Mr. Brown to be present. After a few hours I also invited William to go to the ball.

He attended the ball he was the easiest man to talk to. I knew my father wasn't very happy about me around him, he is lower than me, and he is not of our society. It would be a disgrace if his daughter took interest in a blacksmith it was uncalled for.

My father took immediate actions and promoted William to Commodore, for Will was forced into my society.

I am now engaged to that said man. William became gentlemen, no longer a blacksmith.

William now does what gentlemen usually do, he smoke cigars, he drinks wine, he bets their bets, many woman has observed his propriety, and would not think that a week ago he was only a blacksmith. Now that I am engaged to him I have become his and his only.

Ambassador Warner has moved back to England and William has moved in their nice home, my father had provided for him. Now he and my father go in deep conversations about providence and prepossession, conversations they wouldn't dare speak to if he were still a blacksmith.

My father always gloats that I have the beauty like my mother, I am told everyday from Sir Commodore Turner. This is his new name.

Now at age twenty and one I have become a lady. I am engaged and oblivious as the world takes a huge turn in my life, little did I know what my future behold for me.