It has been many years since that day. Not many weeks afterward, I ran into Elizabeth again. This time she introduced me to a young boy who looked my age. William, she said he was called, or Will, as I prefer.

All three of us have grown incredibly close after all of these years of knowing one another. To me, they are my siblings. I would protect them with my life.

I'm now 23 years old and still living with my father, Nikolas. Usually, once you reach a certain age, you are promised the courtship of a young man. But, fortunately, no one would have me. The people in Port Royal think lowly of me. I do not wear dresses like the other women, I prefer to be comfortable. I have been wearing trousers since I was young and I would not be stopping now. My attitude isn't one of a nice, proper, and reserved lady. I speak my mind and I am scolded often for it.

After much pleading, I was able to convince the owner of the local smithy to let me work as William Turner's assistant. In which I learned that you cannot be a woman, work as a blacksmith, and still earn the respect you deserve. Will, Elizabeth, Father, and Governor Swann were the only people that didn't have any disgust to hide when they spoke to me.

Presently, Will and I were standing in the Swann mansion, waiting to give Governor Swann the sword Will had made for Captain Norrington's promotion ceremony today. He would become Commodore Norrington, I suppose.

Will looked around absently before reaching to touch a candle holder on the wall. The next thing I knew, a piece had broken off into his hand.

"Will," I sighed, "You had better get rid of that before someone sees."

His eyes darted around the room anxiously, before landing on a chair. He stuffed it behind the chair, before straightening just as a servant came into the room. Will nodded his head once toward the man as a form of greeting and tried to keep his expression as innocent as possible.

Before I could laugh at him, I noticed the governor making his way downstairs.

"Ah, Mr. Turner, good to see you again." He turned slightly in my direction. "You as well, Miss Porter."

"Good day, sir." We chimed in unison stepping forward . Will set the case containing the sword on a nearby table. "I have your order." He continued, taking the sword out and handing it to Governor Swann. The governor made a sound of approval as he unsheathed the weapon.

"The blade is folded steel. That's gold filigree laid into the handle. If I may-" Governor hands him the sword.

He balances it on his finger. "Perfectly balanced." He says. "The tang is nearly the full width of the blade." He does a little flippy turn thing with it that made me suppress the urge to roll my eyes.

"Impressive." Says the governor. "Very impressive." He slips the sword back into its scabbard. "Commodore Norrington is going to be .very. pleased with this."

As Will returned the sword back into its case, Governor Swann continues. "Do pass my compliments onto your master." I clenched my jaw. Did he honestly think that that drunk bugger could make anything worth using?

Will sent me a look. "I shall." He says, flashing a smile that was gone as quick as it came. "A craftsman is always pleased to hear his work is appreciated."

'Oh, Will.' I thought sadly. 'Why do you do this to yourself? Just tell the man the truth. ' I smiled sadly at him.

Our attention was adverted to the staircase when we heard the footsteps of whom I assumed was Elizabeth.

I was right. Elizabeth slowly made her way down the stairs. She looked beautiful.

" Elizabeth." Governor Swann sighed. " You look absolutely stunning."

Elizabeth looked straight past him to Will. "Will." She breathed. "It's so good to see you!" She quickly walked down the rest of the stairs. I glanced at Will and was tempted to laugh at the ridiculous look on his face.

"I had a dream about you last night." She stated bluntly.
Oh, boy. Here we go.

"About me?" Will managed to choke out.

"Elizabeth, it isn't entirely proper for you t-" Elizabeth cut her father off and continued talking to Will.

"About the day we met. Do you remember?" She asked.

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

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

"At least once more, Miss Swan. As always." Will responded politely.

"There." Governor Swann started as Elizabeth's face visibly fell. "See? At least the boy has a sense of propriety. Now, we really must be going."

Elizabeth looked at Will emotionlessly. "Good day, Mr. Turner." She seemed to have to force the words through her lips. Oh no. He's doomed himself.

"Good day!" Will rushed after them as they left the mansion. I had to narrowly avoid being hit by the door.

I turned and looked at the offending doors. "Rude." I huffed to them, even though I'm pretty sure doors don't speak English.

I faintly heard Will whisper "Elizabeth." to himself before watching the carriage run off.

"That, William Turner, was completely unfair." I said, pouting. "Did you see the way she ignored me?! I didn't even get a hello." He returned my pout with a grin and a clap on the shoulder before we started our walk back to the smithy.


"Will," I whined awhile later. "I'm bored. Can I go to the docks?"

"You can if you want, Sophia." He laughed. "I'm not your father."

"Sometimes I wish you were, William." I poked him in the side.

He pulled on his coat and started toward the door. "Whoa," I said. "Where are you going?"

"I have things to do, Sophie. I can't just sit or wander around like you do."

"Hey! I resent that. I do important things too!"

"Like what?" He inquired.

"I, uhhh, keep you company! That's very important. Otherwise, you would go insane!"

He laughed at me. "Right. Are you going to the docks or not? I need to know whether or not to lock up."

"Yes, I'm going. Leave the doors unlocked though." I said. "I may be back soon."

With that we both walked out of the doors and departed on our way. Will going right and I, left.