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A/N: Hey everyone! Here is chapter two! And to avoid any confusion, in this story DMC has never happened. Thank you very much for the reviews. I hope you enjoy!

Chapter Two

Rosalie stifled a yawn as she tried to listen to the conversation going on around her. But she couldn't seem to concentrate, no matter how hard she tried. Her thoughts kept drifting off on to other subjects, mainly how she would love to be back home and not stood there in the stifling heat.

She lightly placed her hand on her brother's arm, letting him know that she wanted to speak and Andrew broke off what he was saying and looked down at her.

"I'm just going to get some water," she told him.

Andrew nodded and she slid away from her brother and wandered through the crowd, sighing with relief when she eventually made her way out of it. She walked off down a side street, wanting to find somewhere a bit quieter. She breathed a sigh of relief when she got far enough away that she couldn't hear any of the noise coming from the fort.

She had never liked attending large social gatherings. It was all the standing around and making small talk that she disliked. She had found it even more tiresome today since she knew no one except her brother. She knew Andrew had tried hard to include her but she had still felt rather left out.

Suddenly she realised she had wandered further than she had intended. She looked around and bit her lip nervously as she realised she didn't recognise where she was at all.

Rosalie cussed quietly and told herself she must learn not to let her mind wander so freely, especially if she didn't keep an eye on where she was walking at the same time. Now what was she going to do?

She had just decided to turn back and try and retrace her steps when a deep voice spoke from behind her. "Well hello. Are you lost pretty lady?"

Rosalie spun around and saw a tall man leaning against a wall. He looked dirty and his hair was matted and she couldn't help but recoil slightly when he started to come closer.

Rosalie stood up straighter and pulled herself together. "Actually I am. Could you please tell me which way is the fort?"

"But that's no fun," said the man, slurring his speech. "We don't get your sort down here much."

Rosalie stepped backwards as the man looked her up and down. She didn't like the way this man was looking at her and she suddenly wanted to get away as fast as possible.

"I need to be going," she said, turning and going to walk away. But she didn't get far because the man grabbed her by the wrist and pulled her towards him.

"Going so soon?" he asked with a smirk. Rosalie shuddered as he leered at her and she tried to pull her wrist free. The man was too strong though and he merely chuckled at her fruitless attempts to free herself.

"Oh come on sweetheart," he said, leaning closer to her. "I'm not going to hurt you."

Rosalie began to struggle harder as she realised what he was going to try to do. "Let me go," she said fiercely.

The man chuckled and grabbed her other arm, pulling her nearer. "You're quite feisty aren't you?"

Rosalie's heart was beating fast in her chest and she felt fear take hold of her as she realised that she wasn't going to be able to get away easily. She again tried to pull her wrists free but it was hopeless. Remembering suddenly what she was carrying, she brought her parasol up and swung it at the man's face. He groaned and let her go as he covered his face with his hands. Rosalie quickly tried to run but to her horror she felt the man grab her from behind and pull her back.

"You're not going to get away that easily," he growled in her ear.

Rosalie trembled and looked up at the man fearfully. "Please let me go," she pleaded.

The man merely laughed. "No."

"I think the lady asked you to let her go," said a somewhat familiar voice.

Rosalie turned and to her utter relief saw Will Turner standing there with a furious expression on his face.

"What's it got to do with you?" asked her captor as he wrapped an arm around her waist and pulled her against him. Rosalie paled as she felt the man tighten his hold on her and she shuddered again as she felt his smelly breath against her cheek. Will's frown deepened at this and he stepped forward.

"Let the lady go," he repeated slowly.

"No," said the man, laughing.

Will marched forward and punched him hard in the face. The man wheeled back in surprise and released his hold on Rosalie. Will took this opportunity to pull her into his arms. She let him hold her, leaning into his chest as he slipped an arm around her waist to stop her falling to the ground.

"Get out of my sight," growled Will, glaring at the drunk on the floor. The man just glared back and sauntered off. Once the man had vanished from sight, Will turned to the young woman in his arms.

"Are you alright?" he asked. He had recognised Rosalie Middleton instantly, though her appearance was quite different from what it had been when he had met her earlier. Her long brown hair was starting to fall out of the elaborate twist it had been fixed in when he had met her at her house, her cheeks were flushed red and her deep blue eyes were shimmering with tears. The dress she was wearing looked rather worse far wear and she was visibly shaking.

Rosalie looked up into Will's expressive brown eyes. He looked worried and she had to stop herself from leaning further into him as his arm tightened around her.

"Yes. I'm alright," she said with a nod. "Thank you ever so much Mr. Turner."

Will smiled but then his expression became serious. "What are you doing, wandering around on your own? It is nearly dark and this is no place for a lady."

"I was with my brother at a party at the fort. I have to admit I got a bit bored and wandered off," she answered, truthfully.

"I see," said Will with a grin, before becoming serious once again. "I'm sure your brother will be wondering where you are then."

"Oh no, I had better get back!" she said, realising her brother would probably be worrying about her.

"I'll walk with you," said Will, quickly. "I want to see that you get back to your brother safely."

Rosalie blushed and gave him a smile. "That would be very kind of you. I'm very grateful for your help Mr. Turner."

"It's my pleasure," replied Will as his heart missed a beat. She had a beautiful smile and he was finding it increasingly difficult not to stare at her mouth. He quickly pulled himself together and held out his arm. Rosalie smiled and took it, slipping her arm through his.

"Have you just moved to Port Royal? I have visited your brother's house many times and I can't remember ever seeing you there before," said Will as they walked.

"I used to live in London up until a week ago, with my father. Then when my father died, my brother offered me a home here," replied Rosalie.

"Oh I'm sorry," said Will, turning to look at her.

"It's alright," she said, with a smile. "I do miss him terribly though. We were very close. Do you get on well with your parents?"

Will shook his head and looked down. "My mother died when I was very young and I haven't seen my father for years. I now know he is dead too."

"Oh, I'm terribly sorry. That was insensitive," said Rosalie, feeling awful. "I should have thought before asking such a question."

"No it wasn't insensitive. How were you to know?" said Will, softly.

Rosalie nodded but still felt terrible for bringing up the subject. It was clear to her that it was an upsetting subject for Will.

"Here we are," announced Will as they reached the fort. "Is this where you were before?"

"Yes," answered Rosalie, nodding. She looked around and saw Andrew looking around, obviously searching for something. He looked in their direction, saw her and hurried over.

"Rosalie! I've been so worried," said Andrew, taking his sisters hand. "Where did you go? You said you were going to get something to drink but then I couldn't find you anywhere."

"I'm sorry, Andrew," said Rosalie, feeling guilty. "I just wanted to get away from the noise for a bit. I admit I wandered too far and didn't know where I was. But luckily Mr. Turner here found me and offered to walk me back."

Andrew turned to Will and smiled at him. "That was very kind of you Turner. I am very grateful."

"I'm glad I could help," replied Will.

At that moment Lieutenant Wexley came running up. "Miss Middleton, there you are!"

"She wandered off," said Andrew with a sigh. "Mr. Turner has just brought her back."

Lieutenant Wexley glanced at Will and then turned his attention back to Rosalie. "I'm glad for your safe return," he told her.

"Lieutenant Wexley, why don't you take my sister to get a drink? I'm sure she is tired and would appreciate a sit-down," suggested Andrew.

"Of course," said Wexley, offering Rosalie his arm.

Rosalie took it and then turned to face Will. "Thank you very much for coming to my rescue Mr. Turner."

"Again, it was my pleasure," said Will giving her a smile.

"Good night then, Mr. Turner," she said, returning his smile.

"Good night Miss Middleton," said Will, watching as she walked away with Wexley. He frowned slightly when Wexley placed a hand on Rosalie's back as if to steer her away quicker.

"I must tell you how glad I am that you found my sister, Turner," said Andrew.

Will turned back to face Andrew and nodded. "I am pleased too. I am afraid she may have been harmed if I had not arrived when I did."

"What do you mean?" asked Andrew, looking worried.

"She had wandered into a not very nice area of town and a drunk accosted her on the street," explained Will.

"Then I am even more grateful that you found her," said Andrew, looking relieved.

"I am glad she is safe," said Will, nodding. He was very glad indeed that Rosalie was safe. He had wanted to kill that drunk back there for touching and scaring the young woman like he had. He hadn't felt that protective over anyone since Elizabeth and that thought alone scared him. Will quickly pushed these thoughts to the back of his mind, not wanting to think about these new feelings any longer. "I must be going now. I'm sure you want to go and look after your sister. Good night."

"Good night Turner," replied Andrew with a nod.

Will turned and walked away, resolving to try and stay away from Rosalie Middleton. He couldn't allow himself to become too attached to that woman. But as he headed back home, he started to worry that it may already be too late.

A/N: I hoped you liked it. Please review! I would appreciate any comments you have!