Disclaimer: I do not own Pirates of the Caribbean, just my OC's and this plot.

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Peter stopped Emily in the doorway he went in and grabbed something off his dresser. "Keep your eyes closed," He said. Emily wiggled around excitedly. Peter made his way back to her. "Open your eyes now," He muttered.

Emily quickly opened her eyes to find a small silver charm in Peter's hands. Attacked were three short chains that were filled with beads. On the other end of the round silver piece was a silver chain attached. She knew exactly what it was. Peter could tell by the large grin that appeared on her face. She averted her attention up to Peter. "I-is this real?" She asked.

Peter nodded. "I found it in Mum's old things. I thought I could find something really nice in there and I found this."

Emily took it from Peter's hands as she examined it, searching every single inch of it to find the proof of it was authentic. On the back of the piece JS was engraved into. She looked back up at Peter, nearly jumping up and down because of all her excitement. "It's really his! It was one of those charms that he had in his hair! It's really Jack Sparrow's!"

Emily was twirling around, pacing around Peter's room while she kept staring at it in her hands. "Oh my god, oh my god," She kept saying under her breath. Peter just smiled as he watched her in all her merriment. Finally, Emily looked back up at Peter. "Will you help me put it on?" She asked.

Peter nodded. Emily handed him the necklace and turn around, facing the mirror he had in his bedroom. Peter stood behind her and unclasped the necklace and lifted it over her head. He then put it around her neck and clasped it again. Peter dropped it and let it hand on her neck. Emily reached for it and just put her hand there over the beautiful pendant.

Peter put his hands on her bare shoulders without thinking. "It looks great on you," He whispered into her ear. Emily tried to keep from smiling, but she just couldn't restrain her happiness. But her eyes had drifted away from the necklace to the Peter's hands. Emily leaned back a bit, resting herself on his chest. She slowly closed her eyes.

Hold on.

Emily quickly lifted herself up and twirled around so she was now facing Peter. "I-I…I think we should…um…go back down to the party. They…they might be looking for us down there." Emily said with nervousness in her voice. Peter nodded, turning slightly red.

Emily hurried out the door, trying to disappear into the crowd of people. She didn't dare look over her shoulder, she had already disappointed Peter, she didn't want him to think that she was trying to avoid him…which she was.

After Jack spoke to everyone that wanted to talk to him, he finally found Elizabeth and Will. Elizabeth smiled once he was in her sight. "James! It's great to see you again!" She said as Jack approached her. Jack just couldn't believe that Elizabeth could call him that with a straight face. "How are you?" She asked.

"Good, how about you two?" Jack said as if he didn't care about then calling him James.

"We're great, James." Will said. Jack scrunched up his nose a bit when Will called him that. "Would you like to join me and Elizabeth out in the back?"

Jack nodded. Will swung his arm onto Elizabeth as they led him towards the back. It was a lot emptier for it didn't have any tables or anything special. It was just a plain little spot of land that they owned. Once they knew that no one was close enough to hear them, Will and Elizabeth started acting like him old self again.

"Jack, how is everything?" He asked. A smile graced his lips once he heard the words come out of Will's mouth.

"Fine, boy, how about you and your bonnie lass?" He asked. It felt good to speak like that again, like a pirate.

The sides of Elizabeth's mouth quirked up. "We're great, Jack. Is…everything alright? With Emily and all?"

"She's fine and all. A bit witty, but wouldn't you expect that from the daughter of Jack Sparrow." Both Elizabeth and Will chuckled. Jack couldn't help, but laugh as well. "She's the perfect young lady,"

Emily hurried down the stairs and had finally lost Peter. It was a big house and she was sure that she wouldn't be seeing him for the rest of the day. She slowed down, catching her breath as she started to just wander the corridors of the large abode.

Suddenly, she felt something grab her right arm and pull her to a halt. She twirled around to see who had stopped her, hoping it wasn't Peter. Luckily, it wasn't, but it was someone else that she didn't want to see either. It was Oliver Parrington. He was the son of a sugar merchant who owned a plantation or two around the Caribbean. He bowed his head, his eyes still looking into mine as he kissed my hand. "It's a pleasure to see you again Lady Emily." He muttered with a toothy grin. His dark brown locks were neatly tied up in a neat, simple ponytail. His grey eyes looked as lifeless as he looked into Emily's. Yet, many girls fell head over heels for him. Emily didn't find him as handsome as every other girl did, but she wasn't like any of the other girls around Port Royal.

I faked a smile as I pulled my hand away. "Nice to see you too, Oliver." I muttered.

He stood up straight once again. "How is the most beautiful girl I know doing today?"

Oliver was seven years older then Emily, making him 24. She wasn't a bit interested in him. Why did he have to like her? She wasn't interested and was never going to be. Unlike so many other girls, Emily wasn't interested in a man who was self-absorbed, but rich and handsome and well-known. Other girls he met, though, said he had an alluring and scintillating personality and there was no way that they could help falling in love with him. Was every single girl here shallow and a total whore, always flirting every single chance she gets?

"I'm fine, Oliver. Thanks, and how about you?" Emily was in no disposition to mingle with this man.

"Rather fine as well, Lady Emily."

She rolled her eyes in disgust. "Excuse me, Oliver, but I must find my father." Emily said in my sweetest voice as she walked away in the other direction. Luckily, he didn't follow or call after her. Unluckily, he got to Jack first and had just enough time to ask the question that Emily dreaded he would ask.

Emily had asked for a lot more trouble when she didn't pull her hand away before Oliver pressed his lips to it.