Chapter 2

*Isaac's POV*

I stood at the door of Elizabeth's bedroom, next to Governor Swann, as well as a young maid named Estrella. Under his arm, the Governor held a large box that had arrived from England earlier that week. I played with the hat in my hands as the Governor rapped at the door a few times.

"Elizabeth is everything alright?" he asked through the door, "Are you decent?"

There was a brief sound of scurrying, "Yes...yes" we heard her say, she sounded frantic probably quickly trying to get herself properly dressed. Governor Swann opened the door, Estella entered the room first followed closely by the Governor and myself. I stayed by the door while my companions went further into the room.

Elizabeth stood at her vanity and looking at her I could not help but to think how the past eight years had been kind to us. She had grown into a beautiful young woman, looks envied by many in society. I surprisingly had grown into quite the gentleman myself, according to Ma and Elizabeth at least.

Being Elizabeth's personal body guard had come with many perks. At first the Governor found it odd and improper that Elizabeth had taken me in in such a fashion by he gradually grew accustomed to it. Finding that it kept Elizabeth out of trouble. He eventually looked to me as sort of his son given how often I could be found at Elizabeth's side.

Ma had found work nearly as easily as I had upon that ship all those years ago. She had been able to convince the Governor to hire her to be Elizabeth's governess. I never knew that my Ma was as educated as she was, I knew that before she met my father she had been the daughter of a wealthy merchant. I should have suspected something since she had taught me to read and write at an early age but until we had arrived in Port Royal I never put much thought into it.

"Still in bed at this hour?" asked Governor Swann placing the large box down on the bed as Estrella pulled back the curtains letting the sun stream in. "It is a beautiful day."

He lifted the lid from the box, "I have a gift for you."

Elizabeth crossed over the room and lifted out the contents revealing a dress, "It's beautiful," exclaimed Elizabeth admiring the dress before going with Estrella behind the changing screen to put it on. "May I acquire as to the occasion?"

I walked to the window a looked out over the harbor, it truly was a beautiful the day. The sky and ocean matching in color, so that you could look over to the horizon an barley tell where one began and the other ended. Fort Charles stood at the end of the harbor standing tall ready to protect the town.

"As a father needs an occasion to dote upon his daughter," the Governor defended.

I turned to look at him, "I would just tell her sir."

"Tell me what?" asked Elizabeth from behind the curtain.

"I did think you could where it to the ceremony today," explained Governor Swann.

"The ceremony?" Elizabeth question.

I could not help but to stifle a laugh. This ceremony had been the talk around high society of Port Royal for some time now. How Elizabeth could forget about it? Maybe she simply put it out of mind since, it uninterested her.

"Captain Norrington's promotion ceremony," the Governor reminded her.

Elizabeth's head appeared briefly from behind the screen, "I knew it."

"Captain Norrington or should I say Commodore Norrington as he is about to become," he said, "Is a fine gentleman, a well-respected member of society.

"He fancies you," I joked. Elizabeth gasped out in pain, Estrella must have started to tighten the corset. "That sounds painful."

"I am told that it is the latest fashion in London," explained Governor Swann.

"Women in London must have learned not to breathe," Elizabeth replied her voice strained.

There was a rap from the doorway, standing in the doorframe was the doorman, "My lord, you have a visitor."

"Excuse me," said the Governor leaving the room. A few moments Elizabeth came out from behind the screen. Estrella brought her over to the vanity and began to do her hair. I noticed that Elizabeth was breathing heavily, as if every breath she drew caused her pain.

"You actually cannot breathe in that dress?" I questioned.

"Not one bit," she said, "Is it not your job to protect me from harm."

"Yes, however it does not extend to clothing," I said chuckling a bit at her predicament.

"It is not funny Isaac," scolded Elizabeth.

"I don't know," I commented, "Death by corset would be quite an epitaph."

Estrella finish with Elizabeth's hair and tied on her hat, before going to make the bed. Elizabeth left her vanity and walked over to my position. The look in her eye was one I assumed an older sister would give to her younger brother. Over the years, we had grown to consider each other as brother and sister. Many a diplomat who had come to visit the Governor's household had assumed by the way I was treated by both Elizabeth and her father that I was an illegitimate member of the family.

Elizabeth took my hat from my hand a placed it one my head. I had to lean in a little to allow her to more adequately see the top of the hat. The time of me being shorter than her had long since past. When she was done she glanced towards the door way, "Do I have to attend this ceremony?" she asked extending her arm towards me.

I took hold of her arm ready to escort her, "I am afraid so." We started our walk from the bedroom, "Maybe the corset will kill you before the ceremony begins" I joked. Elizabeth responded by punching me in the arm.

*Heather's POV*

I had left the servant's quarters of the Governor's Mansion dressed in my Sunday best. Today I would be attending the promotion ceremony of Captain James Norrington by personal invitation of the Governor of Port Royal. It was odd to be even considered to be invited to such an event. In my youth, I attended the occasional party that had been associated with my station. Those were a long distant memory, events that I had long since thought I resigned from attending. Running away with your older brother on a ship to the Caribbean Sea, not exactly the plan that had been laid out for me.

Despite what had occurred since then I never regretted the decision. It had turned out decently in the end. I may not be known by my actual name but I was alive, and my son was alive. There were times of course I wished things were different but there was nothing to be done. I had made my bed and I was going to lie in in it.

I entered the entrance parlor to find that someone was already standing in it. The young boy who had been fished from the sea that day. William Turner with his thick brown hair tied up in the back, a small beard growing on his face, and brown eyes, had flourished after being recovered from the sea. He had been taken in by the local blacksmith named Mr. Brown and had been working under him as an apprentice since then. Under his arm was a long package.

"Good morning Mr. Turner," I said approaching.

He turned to me, "Good morning Ms. Oliver."

"What do you have there?" I asked motioning to the package under Will's arm.

Just as Will was about to explain to me about the package, the Governor's voice sounded from the stairwell. "Ah, Mr. Turner."

"Good day," said Will, transferring his attention to Weatherby, placing the package on a nearby table, "I have your order." He opened the case and pulled out the sword from within. Will handed the blade to Weatherby for him to further examine.

"The blade is foiled steel, that it gold filigree laid into the hand…If I may" Will said before taking back the sword, "Perfectly balanced, the hilt weighs the same as the blade." In one swift effortless motion, Will tossed the blade into the air, expertly flipping it as he did so. He caught it with such ease and once again presented to the Governor.

"Very impressive," exclaimed Weatherby accepting the sword. He slid the sword back into it scabbard then placed it back into the case on the table. "Commodore Norrington will be very pleased with this. Please give my compliments to your master.

"I shall, a craftsman is always pleased to hear his work is appreciated," Will sighed. Poor Will, unknown to Weatherby and most of the town for that matter, Mr. Brown had not been the master of Mr. Brown's Blacksmithing from some time, rather Will was. I only knew the truth because of Isaac. For a few hours every day, Isaac would go down to the Blacksmiths to spar with Will using the swords he forged.

Weatherby turned his attention to the stairs, "Elizabeth! You look absolutely stunning," he said.

I looked to the stairs, while Elizabeth did look lovely I could not help but to be impressed with my own son. He looked like such a gentleman, his auburn hair tied neatly in the back, his face clean shaven. You could have sworn he was born to a higher class by the way he held himself.

Elizabeth seemed not to hear her father's compliment, in fact her eyes glossed over to one of a dream like trance as soon as she laid eyes on Will. I could not help but to smile, it was drop dead obvious that the pair fancied each other but both were oblivious to the others affection.

"Will" exclaimed Elizabeth leaving Isaac's side and quickly walking down the remaining stairs, "I had a dream about you last night. About the day we met, do you remember?"

"How could I forget Miss Swann," said Will dumbfounded.

"Will, how many times must I ask you to call me Elizabeth?" question Elizabeth.

"Just once more Miss Swann, as always," said Will. Elizabeth sighed sadly.

"See at least the boy has a sense of formality," said Weatherby moving towards the door, "Now we must be going."

Elizabeth followed her father, "Good day, Mr. Turner," she said quite coldly. Isaac grabbed the long case containing the sword before following them out the door. He turned as if to say something to Will but decided against it, instead he shrugged and continued outside.

Before I too followed them, I walked over to Will and placed my hand warmly on his shoulder, "Better luck next time." The way William acted with Elizabeth reminded me of some of my earliest interactions with Isaac's father when I realized that he fancied me. I hoped that Will and Elizabeth would have better results. Hopefully Will, unlike my former lover, had a little bit of romantic ability and would be able to woo Elizabeth before it was too late.

Once outside I climbed into the carriage that was to bring us to Fort Charles for the ceremony. As we drove off Elizabeth look out of the window longing longingly, Isaac placed his hat over his eyes. I glanced over to Weatherby who seemed to me to be anxious about something. I must have imagined it as it may have only last a second. I spent most of the journey looking out the window staring at the sky, there was barely a cloud in it. Not one sign of how everything was going to change, everyone.

A/N: Ahoy everybody, I have up to mid-way through chapter 5 rewritten so I figured time for a new chapter! Welcome to my new watcher, happy to have you aboard. To answer your question about the original version; it was deleted from Fanfiction, as to not cause me confusion with uploading, but I still have the hard copy on my computer for reference. An online edition of the old version up to chapter 9 can be found on my DeviantArt page. As to your guess, she gave her late brother's name (more on that later) as a surname. Since this tidbit won't be known till later I will say that her maiden name is Starlin. Regarding your other question, who they are related to is sort of revealed in the next chapter, though hints here and there before hand help to do an early reveal. Some more small changes made here, I am trying to adjust Elizabeth's and Isaac conversations and such from the original to give a more sibling like relationship. I only have a sister so it is a little difficult to write for a bro-sis relationship. One of my friends when she read the old version thought I made their interactions seem as if a romantic tie would be made. As Elizabeth already has 3 of those (Sparrow, Will, and Norrington) I thought I should adjust that. I also decided to give more information about Heather's background so that I don't dump it in all at once…again. Any questions, comments, suggestions or concerns are always welcome!