So Sue Me
Lucille Worthington was perfect in every way, or at least, that's what most men said about her. Her eyes were a bewitching bright blue, like the sky on a clear day. Her hair was never out of place and a glossy golden blond. Nary a blemish marred her perfect pale skin, which was impervious to the Jamaican sun. She was perfect. And that was precisely why Elizabeth Swann hated her.
"All of a sudden this golden-haired BINT comes waltzing into Port Royal. Who is she? What the devil is she doing here?" thought Elizabeth. She bit her lip, reminding herself not to even mentally use such language, at least not in Port Royal. As she and Will strolled hand-in-hand, Elizabeth felt a nagging notion that Lucille could read her mind. It was quite possible that she could.
"Will?" Elizabeth turned to her fiancé. "Will?" It was just as she feared. Will had caught sight of Lucille. All the symptoms were present: slack jaw; unblinking, lustful eyes; drooling; and general loss of any shred of logical thought. What was in Lucille that turned men into blithering fools? Elizabeth shook her head. She herself had been on a whole shipload full of men, but she was not to blame for their being blithering fools. Come to think of it, neither was Lucille.
Will grew more lovesick by the second as Lucille approached. "Will, have some manners," Elizabeth whispered, nudging him.
"Good afternoon, Mr. Turner, Miss Swann," Lucille said, sweeping into a perfect curtsy. Elizabeth mustered up everything that she had learned at that infernal finishing school to return the gesture perfectly. Will nodded, most likely afraid that bowing would compromise his ability to continue looking at the beautiful creature standing before him.
"Good afternoon, Miss Worthington," Elizabeth replied. Will sputtered out a "good afternoon" with about as much articulation as Jack Sparrow in a rum factory. Lucille smiled coyly at the dribbling idiot that had once been William Turner and took her leave.
"God, I hate her," thought Elizabeth as she led her fiancé back home. She was lost in thought the whole way back. Ever since she and Will had gotten engaged, a whole slew of attractive girls had been cropping up in Port Royal. A few ended up as conquests of Jack Sparrow (and, subsequently, stories that remained strictly between Will, Jack, and Gibbs), a few went off to Tortuga and were never seen again, and still more were making eyes at Will at every conceivable moment. Lucille happened to be the most successful.
Elizabeth found all of this mind-boggling. Maybe there was a new colony to be settled, and women were coming to find work as servants or hoping to find husbands here at Port Royal. Why these women were all set on Will was a mystery to her. Perhaps because he looked enough like a sailor that they considered him fair game. Elizabeth's head ached from all of this. She would solve the mystery of these ladies before it was too late for her and Will. And she knew just who to go to.
A/N: Chapter 2 will be posted as soon as humanly possible, meaning probably sometime next week. Real Life can be positively evil sometimes.