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Chapter 2
There was a knock at her door.
"Elizabeth? Elizabeth?" her father asked as she ran accros the room to get her robe.
"Are you well?"
"Yes! Yes?" she said quickly.
"Ah! Still in bed at this hour?" he asked as the maids opened the shades and let in all the sunlight that was hidden away by thoes drapes.
"I have a gift for you!" he said as she opened the box.
"Oh! It's beautiful! May I inquire as to the occasion?"
"As if a father needs an occasion to dote upon his daughter?" he said as she went to put it on. "I had hoped that you would wear it today to the ceramony?"
"Ceramony?"
"Captain Norrington's promotion!"
"I knew it." she said.
"Commador Norrington as he's about to become. Elizabeth? Is it going well?"
"Difficult to say!" she said, trying to breath.
"I heard it's the latest fashion in London?"
"Well women in London must have learned not to breath!" she said as the maids struggled with the laces on her corset.
"My lord, you have visitors." a butler said from the doorway.
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Will and Samantha were standing in the entrance hall. Samantha was looking at the thing on the center table and Will was looking at the light fixtures. He went up to grab one when it broke in his hands. Panicking, he put it in the umbrella basket.
"Ah! Mr. Turner. And young Miss Turner!"
"I have your order, sir!" he said as he opened the case he was carring.
"That's gold plated steal, in the handle. If I may?" he was givven the sword. "Perfectly balanced! The handle is nearly full width of the blade!" he said as he flung it into the air and caught it and held it out for the Govener.
"Very nice, Mr. Turner! I'm sure the Commador would apreciate it very much! Please pass on my condolences to your master?"
Will looked up, "I shall! It's always a pleasure knowing their work is aprciated!" he said as he heard the word, "Will!" on the stairs was Elizabeth in her flowing gown.
"Miss Swann!"
"What a plesant surprise! I had a dream about you last night!"
"Elizabeth! This is highly unproper!"
"About the day we met? Do you remember?"
"How could I forget? Miss Swann?"
"I was there too, you know?" Samantha said from Will's side.
"Of course! I didn't forget you! And how many times have I asked you to call me Elizabeth?"
"At least once more, Miss Swann."
"See! At least the boy has some sence of proprieties! Now, we must be off! Good bye, Mr. Turner, Miss Turner!" he said as he jonted towards the door.
"Good bye, Elizabeth." Will said to the carrage. He looked down at Samantha. "What?" he asked as he saw her smug grin.
"Oh nothing!" she said in a high pitch.
"Really," he said, know full well that it wasn't nothing. "What is it?"
"Nothing!" she squeeked again.
"You always squeek when you're hiding something from me!"
"No I don't!" she squeeked and classped a hand over her mouth.
"What is it?" he said.
"You like her and you're too afraid to tell her." she said smugly.
Will started stammering.
"SEE! You always stammer when you don't want to admit I'm right!" she yelled.
"Oh ya?" he yelled.
"Yes!" she said and started running down the path towards the gates that lead into town. Will started chasing her.
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A small boat was floting towards the docks of Port Royal. Atop it was Ja- er- Captain Jack Sparrow. He was just riding his little boat, staring out in front of him untill he looked down and saw the water filling his boat.
Jumping down to try to save it, he noticed the 3 pirate skeletons hanging from a rock with a sign, Pirates, Ye be warned!
He too of his hat for them and gave them a salute.
He than rode his boat till it was totaly submerged and walked onto the dock.
"Uh, HOLD UP THERE, YOU!" he spun around.
"It's a shilling to tie up your boat at the dock!" Jack looked at his boat. "And I shall need to know your name!"
He dug in his pocket and said, "What do you say to 3 shillings, and we forget the name!"
The man looked at the money, "Welcome to Port Royal, Mr Smith!" he said and walked down the dock, Jack walked past his podium, shook the little bag, and pocked it.