New years came along within days of Callie's roof top fiasco. Will wasn't sure what the importance of New Years Eve was in the thirteen colonies, but back in England it was treated as a big deal. Everyone would stay up, the adults would drink and the children would play, until it was time for the final countdown. Then there would be a huge cheer and celebration once the clock struck midnight. Uncle Gavin and Tim obviously did not seem to contain the enthusiasm of the night that Will would have thought they would have. It was a day just as boring as any other day. And they went to bed at ten o'clock, their usual time, just like any other night. Seeing no point in staying up by himself, Will crawled into bed also.

For a half hour or so, Will tossed around on his old creaky bed, trying to sleep but was failing miserably. Finally he gave up and crawled out of his bed. He walked out of the house without much of a problem, seeing as though both of his uncles snoring was louder than a cannon firing. Not knowing where to go, Will strolled along a small dirt path that began right at his house. Before he knew it, he was at the shores of a small secluded pond. He sat down and enjoyed the calmness of his surroundings until they were disturbed by a rustling and cracking sounds of someone coming towards the pond.

Will quickly got to his feet and scanned the woods ahead of him for the spot where the approaching person would emerge. Worried that it was some blood-thirsty murderer or violent drunk, Will quickly darted behind a tree while still watching for the person to appear. His heart suddenly relaxed once he saw a petite figure come into view, it was only a child. Although it was dark out, he could not see the kid's face, only its silhouette. That was remedied soon however, once the kid lit a candle they had carried out there. The much needed light soon revealed that it was Callie Caldwell who had nearly gave Will a heart attack. For only a few minutes Will watched Callie quietly from his hiding place, wondering what she was doing out here, yet it turned out she was doing the same thing Will was doing just before she came. She plunked herself down onto the moist ground and sat still, thinking about something.

"I know you're there, so you might as well come out." Callie called out, shocking Will a great deal. With hesitance, Will slowly baby-stepped his way out behind of the tree.

"I'm, I'm sorry. I… I didn't mean to be spying… I just, I mean…" Will stuttered.

Callie slightly smiled and slapped the ground beside her.

"Pop a squat." She said gruffly. It took a few minutes before Callie noticed that Will had a completely perplexed look on his face.

"Sit down." She said, correcting her grammar with a softer tone.

Quickly obeying what she said, Will plunked down on the wet ground right beside her.

"So what's your story?" Callie asked. Will looked at her with another confused look.

"What do you mean?" Will asked

"No one comes out here at this time of night without a real problem or some good thinking to do." Callie stated.

"Well, why are you here?" Will asked.

"I do believe I asked you first, now spill." Callie said, her tough tone coming back.

"Ladies always go first." Will shot back, slightly enjoying the challenge Callie was giving him. Callie gave him a quizzical look and flung her head from side to side.

"I most certainly do not see any ladies around here, do you?" She said smugly.

"Are you saying you're not a girl?" He said, laughing a little. Callie narrowed her eyes a little.

"I'm a girl! I said I wasn't a lady, there's a difference!"

"No there's not!" Will shot back.

"Yes there is, a girl is just an infant woman, while a lady is someone who is refined and of high rank in society."

"No, a lady is just a polite way of referring to a woman."

"Then why are only women of high rank referred to as a lady?" Callie asked, blood seeming to flood her cheeks with all of the excitement.

"Because men of high rank feel that calling a high ranked woman a lady is more polite, yet with women of lower rank, they do not feel obligated to be polite to so they call them anything they want. " Will stated.

Callie opened her mouth several times to say something, yet stopped herself every time. Knowing she could not retrieve an answer, she wrinkled her nose at Will nastily and looked forward. This caused Will to laugh.

"That's your come-back?" Will asked.

"Oh, and you can think of something better?" Callie asked.

"I know plenty of come-backs!" Will said tauntingly.

"Say ten right now!" Callie stated, sliding herself to face him as their discussion became more heated.

"Alright, number one, you should have said…"

An hour and twenty-eight minutes and a lot of ridiculous subjects later…

"…. So if men even started to wear corsets, it really wouldn't work the same way since guys are just built differently!" Will stated.

"Yeah, well you're stupid!" Callie said, laughing a little.

"That's still not a come-back!" Will said through his laughs.

"I know!" Callie squeaked as she laughed. Soon both of them were lying down in the clammy grass, unable to hold themselves up anymore with all of the laughter. Once they both started to calm down, Callie pulled her arm out side- ways.

"Callie Caldwell." She stated.

"Will Turner." Will said, shaking her hand slightly.

Suddenly a loud boom shook them out of their happy state. They both jumped to their feet and looked in the direction of where the noise was. Fireworks had been set off, probably around town square, just like last year, and the year before.

"It must be midnight." Callie said. Will nodded. Callie turned towards Will and smiled.

"Happy New Year, Will Turner." Callie said charmingly.


AN: I'm doing some editing with older chapters that have some mistakes in them so if you're re-reading these updates and some things are different that's why.