It was a dream. Elizabeth awoke from the dream as most people awaken from dreams, by destroying her ringing alarm clock with a shotgun and burying herself under her duvet trying desperately to get back to sleep. While at the same time she could not help thinking about the dream, which wasn't really a dream at all. It was a crappy piece of fan fiction written by some idiot in an internet café. Elizabeth of course, didn't know this, she thought she was real and that this was one of her precious memories. Something that had happened a long time ago, when she was just a girl. The day upon which she had met Will.
Climbing out of bed she moved across the room to her bureau drawer where she delicately removed the Kerblassie necklace from its hiding place, and put it on, staring at herself with a strange sort of expression in the mirror. She winked at her reflection, made her best attempt at several pirates phrases, and smiled a sinister grin like she might wear if she were a pirate. Then she got bored with that silly game, pulled out a carton of smokes from another hiding place, lit her ciggy with a skull and crossbones lighter and continued to watch herself smoke.
Suddenly there came a great knock on the door.
"Elizabeth, are you alight? Are you decent?" It was the voice of Governor Swann.
Elizabeth started stomping loudly on the cigarette butt she dropped to the floor, successfully managing to extinguish it and arouse her father's suspicions from the adjacent room.
"Elizabeth, are you alright?"
"Yes, yes!" Elizabeth said briskly, flinging on the first piece of clothing she could find and absent-mindedly hiding the Kerblassie necklace in one of the pockets just before opening the door.
"Gracious girl, still in bed at this hour? Don't tell me you've been up all night watching those ridiculous Johnny Depp films again. You know how upset that makes me."
"Okay I won't say," Elizabeth said as her father crossed the room and drew the curtains open with a great gust, as bright morning sunlight poured into the room.
"AAAARRRGGGHHH!" Elizabeth reacted, throwing her arms in front of her face and falling to the ground, like a vampire dangerously exposed to the light. "It burns! It burns! It burns!"
"Oh for goodness sake Elizabeth," the Governor scolded her. "Must we really go through this every day of the friggin' week? You really are quite a pest. Now get up and come and see the gift I've brought you."
"Oooooh, a gift!" Elizabeth said excitedly, dropping out of her immature act, and climbing to her feet. Curiosity always got the better of her, no matter how busy she was acting like a complete and utter nutcase.
"Oh it's so prettyful!" Elizabeth gushed, as her father held up the gift he had brought… the most disgusting and revolting dress you can ever imagine. You know the kind of crap Posh Spice or Kate Moss might be seen to wear?
"Isn't it just?" Said Governor Swann.
"May I inquire to the occasion?"
"Does a father need an occasion to dote upon his daughter? Actually, I had hoped you might wear it for the ceremony today."
"The ceremony?" Elizabeth said with no idea what her old man was talking about.
"Captain Norrington's promotion ceremony." Said the Governor.
"Oh right, that! I'm not even sure if I'll be able to make it to the ceremony." Elizabeth said averting her eyes now and becoming quite bored.
"What? You give me one good reason why not!" Governor Swann insisted.
"I promised Mazzie I'd meet her for lunchkins."
"Who? What? Why? When? When?" Isn't confusion a wonderful thing? It was the greatest gift Governor Swann ever got from his daughter, and the mystery refused to ever end.
"Oh never mind, if he's to become Commodore perhaps I can make a brief appearance," Elizabeth said grudgingly.
"And I should bloody well think so too!"
Elizabeth stuck out her tongue at her father, taking the dress from him and discarding it into a nearby rubbish bin. If she was going to have to look good for this shin-dig she'd bloody well see to it that she did it her own way. Crossing her room to the wardrobe, she found only one outfit.
"What the hell?"
Grudgingly she took out the corset and asked one of the maids to help her fit into it. The corset was kinky and totally dominatrix style, sexy without a doubt but it carried advantages with it too. This Norrington person was a complete and utter coward, terrified of his feelings or anything that inspired them. Maybe now he would have reason to have less appeal for her. For Elizabeth knew there had been times when this so called-gentleman had looked at her with a less than admirable smirk on his face, and she'd have thwacked him there and then if not for his reputation (and her own).
Fortunately Governor Swann did not see the outfit his daughter planned to wear, as one of the servants came up and called him away.
"Milord you have a visor," said the servant.
"A visor? You mean like in Star Trek: Next Generation?" Asked the Governor, mishearing the little man.
"No sir, like a guest. A caller. A visitor. An acquaintance. A comrade…"
"Thank you Commander Data," Governor Swann said sarcastically, and followed him out of the room and downstairs to where a man he knew stood waiting for him.
"Ah, Mister Turner, good to see you again.
"Good day, sir. I have your order," Said Will.
"Have you gone into the take-away business Will?" asked the Governor in surprise. "My order? Two double cheeseburgers, fries, and a large coke isn't it?"
"I'm sure I wouldn't know, sir," said Will. "That isn't what I meant and you know it."
"What did you mean then, Will?"
Will opens the case he is holding and takes out the sword inside, passing it to Governor Swann. Unsheathing it the Governor looks at Will still with an element of uncertainty. "Well…"
"The blade is folded steel. That's gold filigree laid into the handle. If I may…" taking the sword back Will balanced it perfectly. "Perfectly balanced. The tang is nearly the full width of the blade." Flipping the sword around in an attempt to gracefully present it to the Governor, but it dropped landing on the black and white chequered marble floor.
"Impressive. Very impressive," the Governor hissed sarcastically and unamused, bur rolling his eyes he found himself experiencing a change of heart (just like what happens in The Grinch but not nearly as dramatic) "Ah, now Commodore Norrington is going to be very pleased with this. Do pass my compliments on to the chef, hmm?"
"The chef, sir?" Asked Will.
"Yes," said Governor Swann "And kindly tell him that he is fired. He has taken far too long to bring me my dinner."
"Yes sir, of course sir…" said Will obligingly, starting to retreat when Elizabeth came in and started down the stairs. "Wow, Elizabeth you look amazing in that… black… leather… whatever it is."
"You look like a god forsaken dominatrix!" Governor Swann declared not at all impressed.
"My intention was to make an impression on Commodore Norrington," Elizabeth said slyly.
"Then mission accomplished" Swann said furious and turned to leave, slamming the door behind him.
"Maybe I should put on a sweatshirt," Elizabeth said and rolled her eyes. "But hey Will it's good to see you, I had a dream about you last night."
"Me?" Will asked.
"Yes. About the day we met, do you remember?"
"How could I forget Miss Swann?"
THWACK!
"Will how many times must I tell you not to call me that?"
"At least once more, Miss Swann, as always."
THWACK! This time Elizabeth smacked him harder, but not so hard that it really hurt or became more than just their usual game.
"There. See? At least the boy has a sense of humour," Elizabeth smiled at him sweetly. "Now I really must be going."
"Here you are then," Will said and passed her a parasol.
"Hmm you know what Will? I feel quite ridiculous in these clothes," Elizabeth said finally on her way out the door.
"I can imagine," Will agreed.
"Well take this umberella type thing back," Elizabeth said passing it back to him, and quickly making her way back up the stairs. "I have to go and get changed."
Alone now, Will smiled and let out a short but carefree laugh "Pah, women!" he said, and began absent-mindedly talking to a statue with boobs.
