The next chapter will be really exciting, or at least that's what I'm hoping. Please review! I'll get the third chapter up when I can! Thanks!

Disclaimer: I do not own Pirates of the Caribbean...or Johnny Depp...BUT I do own Emily and Peter and this plot!

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"I win!" She laughed, falling onto the ground beside him, placing her cutlass beside her. The young sixteen-year-old girl smiled as she sat by Peter Turner, a nineteen-year-old boy that was also her best friend. Peter laughed along side with the girl that was known as Emily Smith.

They were close friends and every once in awhile they would sneak out, Peter helping Emily with her sword fighting. It was the only activity that actually enjoyed. Neither her father nor Peter's parents knew what they did at this time. They just always said that they were going to meet up and that was about it. Emily was meant to be a proper woman, but was no where near one. Sure she dressed like one in public and acted like one in public, but when she was alone with Peter, she was a pirate in training. Her father didn't even know about this.

Peter? Peter had the same history as Emily, but there was a slight difference. He wasn't a pirate and wasn't planning to become one unlike Emily. He was just helping a friend…a partner…the girl he just happened to love. Peter has fallen in love with her two years ago, but didn't say a word to her about it. He knew Emily had just thought of him as a friend and her knew that friends was what all that they were going to be, but Peter just couldn't stop thinking of her and care about her.

Emily flipped her curly black hair over her shoulder as she finally stopped laughing. Her large chocolate brown eyes directed their attention to Peter's brown eyes. They weren't as brown as Emily's, but they were brown. Peter's dark brown locks reached the spot just about his shoulders and was tied up in a ponytail. The warm evening breeze blew the leaves of the trees around, making a rustling sound. Emily smiled as Peter glanced at her as well. "Thanks, Peter." She muttered with a warm grin.

"For what?" He asked.

"For…for everything! I mean you've helped me on my piracy skills all my life…I mean, you've done everything for me." Peter turned a flushed pink.

"No problem, Emily." He said with his English accent.

Emily turned away, looking at the stars that hung above them. "I can't wait till I cross blades with the fiercest pirate of all, Jack Sparrow." Emily murmured. Peter couldn't help but stare at her as she drifted off into a dream. "I mean, actually meeting Jack Sparrow would be rather fine as well. He's been on so many adventures…and he's succeeded at every single one…wouldn't it be great to meet him, Peter?" She asked, turning to him. She raised an eyebrow when she didn't receive a response. "Peter?" Peter snapped out of the trance Emily's beauty had set upon him.

"Uh…yea, it would be great." He replied, blushing once again. Emily turned away, Peter silently sighing with relief.

"I mean, he does call the Caribbean his home…I mean, he could just be a mile away from us right now." She said. She shook her head in disbelief. "But as if Father would even approve to go out to the dock." The smile was quickly wiped off his face.

There was silence between the two as they both looked out into the night. Suddenly Emily's eyes widened as she turned to Peter. "I need to go. It's late and father's going to kill me if I don't get back now." Emily got up, gathering her cutlass and placing it in its long case. "I'll see you tomorrow at the party." She muttered as she threw her cloak over her and placed the case snuggly under her arms.

"What party?" Peter asked.

Emily stopped everything and looked at him for a moment in disbelief. "My birthday party of course!"

"Oh, of course," He nodded. "I'll be there." Emily smiled as she dashed off into the night. Peter sat there, watching her run off as graceful as a gazelle. He sighed, knowing that she would one day be swept off her feet by a man that could keep track of her.

Emily ran as fast and as hard as she could towards her house that wasn't too far away from where she had been. The spot where Peter and Emily practiced was actually in between the Turner estate and the Smith's home.

Once she reached the Smith home which was much smaller then Peter's home, she hurried quietly to her the garden behind the house. Emily quickly stowed away her materials in large bushes. All she kept with her was a dirty sack bag. Emily slowly opened it, pulling out a long silky blue dress. She looked around herself, making sure no one was watching her. She pulled off her man's array and pulled on the dress that she had left the house in. She pulled on the blue heels and stuffed her clothing into the bag and tied it back up again. Emily threw the bag into the bush with her other belongings.

Emily made sure she looked alright and made her way towards the front door and pushed it open. The light poured out of the inside into the dark night. Slowly she walked in, looking around. "Father?" She called into the house. All she got was the sound of silence. He was in the study no doubt, reading away, thinking about The Old Days. She had never actually heard a single word about them, but whenever she found him thinking he would just say that he was thinking about the old days.

Shutting the door behind her, she walked towards down a short corridor and walking into the first door on the left. Emily walked in without hesitation. A small smirk appeared when she saw Father standing in front of the window, looking out into the sky. "I'm back," She muttered.

Jack jumped, turning around. "E-emily…you-"

"Startled me," Emily finished. "You say that every time I come in here and find you in that exact same place."

"Have I become that predictable?" Jack or rather James asked his daughter.

"Yes, you have James Smith." Emily muttered sitting down in a lounge chair.

James…after seventeen years Jack had still not gotten use to the name. He was still Jack Sparrow at heart, but he was James Smith now and he could do nothing about it or else Emily would go down the wrong path and Jack could not bear to lose her. She was just to precious to him to lose her now.

They stared at each other in silence, Jack standing and Emily sitting with her legs crossed. "Your birthday is tomorrow." Jack muttered, breaking the awkward silence between the two family members.

"I know,"

"And the Turner family is preparing a large party for you." Jack felt odd, talking like this. Like a proper gentleman would.

"I know, you told me a week ago, Father." Emily told him with a smile. "You're losing it."

Jack smiled as he walked over to her and kissed her on the forehead. "You have a big day tomorrow, so you better get some rest."

Emily nodded as she stood up. "Alright," She kissed him on the cheek as she began to walk away. "I love you, Father."

"I love you too, darling." Jack whispered, but he knew Emily couldn't hear it. He watched the young woman walk away, admiring her beauty. What a woman she had become. He saw so much of Jack Sparrow in her…but how could he tell her? He was no long Jack Sparrow and he wished he could have relived the moment when she said he would live as James Smith for the rest of his life and just say that he actually wanted a life of piracy for his daughter.

Jack rubbed the back of his hand on his bare chin. There was not a single hair that he could feel. His black locks of hair were now short and neat and beads weren't entangled into them. He no longer walked as if was drunk all the time, but with a fair posture and at a good pace. He was no longer a pirate, but now a gentleman.

Emily awoke to the sound of someone knocking on her door. "Emily?" The voice called from the corridor. She slowly rose, raising herself by propping herself up on her elbows. "I'll be down in a bit," She said back. She heard footsteps and they soon disappeared. Emily rolled her eyes and pulled the covers off of her and got out of her bed.

Rubbing her eyes, she unsteadily walked over to her closet and pulled the doors open to reveal racks and racks of clothes. Without hesitation Emily pulled out a crème colored dress with lace and was long enough to cover her feet. She would have to lift the hem when she walked so she wouldn't trip.

After only ten minutes Emily was prepared for her party. Her hair was up in a bun-like-ponytail and the dress sat perfectly on her curves. But not a single drop of make-up sat on her face. Nothing. Emily dreaded the substance; it only hid the real faces of people. People only used it because they were insecure, or they were just whores.

She stood before her father at the foot of the spiraling staircase with a small grin on her face. "You look beautiful, love." Jack muttered. He still said that every once in awhile and he just couldn't help it. Emily blushed as she looked down at her feet, her smile growing bigger every second.

She looked back up, Jack smiling at her as well. "Are you ready?" He questioned.

For a minute she hesitated, but she replied, "Yes, I'm ready."

Jack escorted Emily out and into the carriage that the Turners provided for them. The party was going to be at the Turner estate. Emily was rather excited, although she tried to hide it. She just couldn't stop smiling. Jack smiled as she noticed her expression.

The Turner estate was bustling with commotion and as Emily and Jack stepped out of the carriage, everyone was all over them, calling their names and greeting them. "Emily! How is it to be seventeen?"

"Emily, I haven't seen you since you were a young girl! You make quiet a young lady."

"James, Emily! How are you?"

Emily couldn't help blushing. She slowly walked into the house with her Father. She was in search to find Peter. He had to be around here somewhere.

Eventually, Jack had been dragged off by one of his friends. He knew everyone here, but never talked to a single one. Emily had now searched half the domain was making her way to Peter's room. The second level was as crowded as the first, but if didn't take her long to get to Peter's. The door was wide open, but the room was completely empty. Emily sighed. "Where is he?" She asked herself.

She hurried back down stairs. But once she was half way down the flight of stairs, she noticed Peter at the bottom of the stairs, speaking to other people his age. "Peter!" She called, stopping there.

Peter and all of his friends looked up. A grin appeared on his face, while his friends just stuck up their noses in disgust. They didn't like Emily, for she always took away Peter from them. They didn't like her as a person either. She wasn't like other girls, and that's what bothered them.

Peter stood there for a moment, just gazing at her. He slowly made his way to her and once he finally got to her, she hugged him and Peter could do nothing, but hug her back.

"E-emily…y-you look beautiful! Or…I…" Peter spat out, starting to turn red. Emily started to blush as well.

"Thanks, you don't look too bad yourself." She muttered, relieving Peter from his embarrassment.

"I want you give you something," Peter said, grabbing her hand. "Close your eyes," Emily's smile grew even larger as he carefully led her up stairs and back into his room.