I couldn't hold off putting this chapter up at a later date, so I thought, 'what the hell'

Warning: The rating goes up in this chapter, now K+ (let me know if that's too low/high)

Meetings

It was barely dawn when Elizabeth awoke. Smiling to herself, she silently crept from her bed, careful to avoid the floorboard that always creaked, and silently changed. Once she was decent, she snuck from the room, down the stairs and sneaking down to the beach.

She was amazed at how active the town was already. There was clanging coming from the Blacksmith, a fire brewing in the bakers, and a hub of activity at the docks.

"Good morning Miss Swann." She heard herself being addressed and turned to see one of the few handsome men in the town smiling at her as he walked towards her.

"Good morning Captain Norrington." She smiled, bowing her head. "Are you going out to sea this morning?" She asked as he joined her, taking her hand and placing a kiss on the delicate skin.

"No. We received another ship from England last night and are dressing it." He smiled at her as they began walking in the direction of the docks. "I trust your father and sisters are in good health after the party last night?" He asked.

"I can only assume as much. I have not spoken with them as the sun is yet to rise, which was why I came down here so early so I could see it." That was one of the few things she loved about Port Royal, it faced due east, and on some mornings the sun rising was perfectly framed by the bays distant headlands.

"Oh I shan't keep you from it, in that case. Good day Miss Swann." He bowed in front of her and continued his walk to the docks.

To be truthful, Elizabeth wasn't that disappointed to see him go as she wanted nothing more than to be alone. At the beach, she began walking as far from the bustle at the docks as possible, and within thirty minutes she had walked so far towards the northern headland, that she felt she may as well continue.

When she rounded a corner she felt nothing but disappointment as she saw the sun blazing full above the horizon. She sighed to herself, before feeling the intense heat the morning sun had to offer, and immediately understood why so many of the town's tradesmen were working at night.

She felt the back of her dress stick to her skin and hot moisture cover the entirety of her body. The water in front of her sparkled a bright turquoise blue, but the hot wind hitting her face did little to cool her down.

As she stared at the gently lapping water 10 feet in front of her, a devilish idea crossed her mind. As soon as it entered her thoughts, her fingers were undoing the buttons at the front, before the light cream gown collapsed in a heap around her feet in the sand. A moment later she was pulling her chemise over her head, leaving her naked on the secluded beach.

It felt invigorating and strangely erotic as she felt the harsh caress the hot wind held against her bare skin. She quickly found a rock that would keep her clothes from blowing away, and a moment later, was running into the water.

The water was as cool as she had imagined as she dived into a small wave approaching her. She waded out until the water came up to her neck, and there she allowed the water to fully cool her body as she stared up at the bright blue sky.

She lost track of how long she stayed in the water until she saw the new ship Captain Norrington had been speaking of, the Interceptor, beginning to sail. She immediately swam to the shore, ran up to her clothes and ran into the bush, dressing as quickly as possible. When she had her clothes back on, she began to run back to the town, knowing her father would be awake and petrified that she was missing.

As she had been running she hadn't noticed the dark clouds come from the other side of the island she had been swimming on, and when she felt the drops of water fall onto some of her exposed skin, she groaned.

"Miss, miss!" She hoped whoever was shouting wasn't aiming it at her so she continued running, with no intention of stopping, at least not until someone grabbed her hand and spun her around.

It was beginning to rain heavily, but Elizabeth didn't notice as all she saw was the pair of dark brown eyes staring at her, the hard hands on her arms, and the radiating warmth his body was emitting. The man smiled at her and Elizabeth was spellbound, feeling her heart beat rapidly in her chest.

"Miss, you dropped this." He held up a locket in his hands, and Elizabeth couldn't look at the ornate work on the silver, but could only stare at his hands which were covered in grime and grease, his nails short but still enough dirt piled underneath them. But Elizabeth strangely didn't care.

He noticed her staring. "Miss, is this your locket?" Elizabeth, startled turned to his face, and felt her heart melting. He was by no way a man, as he appeared to be no older than twenty, but at the same time he was not a boy either.

Finally she turned her head to the locket in his hand. "No, no that is not my locket." She said, feeling her voice crack

He nodded, dropping his hand, and releasing her wrist, even though he had no recollection of still holding it, for all he could feel in his hand was the purest and softest silk. "I'm sorry Miss, I shall leave you." He bowed his head and moved to walk away, but this time it was her who grabbed his arm.

"Pardon me sir, but who are you?" She asked, the rain she was beginning to feel as he wasn't as close to her as before.

He smiled at her. "William Turner." He smiled at her.

"A pleasure Mister Turner." She smiled, stepping backwards, and slowly releasing his arm.

"Please, call me Will." He smiled and Elizabeth was certain her heart would melt.

Instead she felt her knees tremble, and made certain, that before she collapsed in front of Will, she bid him good day and ran back up the hill.

The moment she walked into the house her father appeared in the entrance hall. "Elizabeth where have you…" he stopped as he took in her disheveled appearance, the commonest dress she owned, and the great puddle of mud and water at her feet. He didn't continue his sentence, instead just looked down his nose at her, which always made her feel like a child.

"There you are Eliza…" Her sister Georgia entered from the Dining hall. "My, my, my Elizabeth what have you been up to this morning? You look positively medieval." Elizabeth glanced at her sister who was standing with her best friend, Abigail Hest, who was badly attempting to stifle a giggle.

Elizabeth hung her head, glancing back at her father, and defiantly holding her head high announced, "I awoke before sunrise and went for a walk, but I lost track of time and when it began raining I ran back here as fast as I could. Now if you could excuse me, I need to go and change."

She was halfway up the stairs when she looked heard her elder sister and her friend, in a giggling fit leave the entrance hall. "She'll never find herself a husband like that." Georgia was saying.

Elizabeth stopped and looked down to see her father watching her. "Captain Norrington sends his regards." She said before continuing up the stairs.

"Miss Elizabeth, thank heavens." She heard Esther exclaim, rushing towards her.

"Not now, Esther. I would like to be alone." She announced, stepping into her room, locking her door behind her.

Once inside, she silently changed out of her wet clothes, dried herself and changed into a dry chemise, before collapsing onto her bed, listening to the heavily pelting rain. She hated her father. She hated her sister. She hated everyone. Tears began to roll down her face as she thought about what had just transpired, but one thing held her back: Will Turner's smile.

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