Elizabeth shook her head at the girls' giggles. Soon she heard shouting coming from upstairs. Quickly the three of them went upstairs where the shouting was coming from. The twins got there before Elizabeth and were standing in the doorway smiling, trying to suppress outbursts of laughter. She got to the doorway and found it almost impossible to hold in any laughter at all, but just smiled at the scene that lay before her. Cleo was not visible behind the screen, but the candlestick she held above her head was ready to come down. The maid had her hands on her hips angrily starring at the girl.

"Girls go down and finish breakfast please." Elizabeth said trying so hard not to have laughter in her voice but failing. They left, hearing the laughter from the hallway was almost too much for Elizabeth but she held it in. She turned back to the scene. "Cleo put that candle down, Becky will you hand me that corset?"

"Yes ma'am." Becky picked it up and gave it to Elizabeth, she walked out. Carefully she walked over to the horrified Cleo.

"Cleo that wont do you any good." She shook her head smiling.

"Its better than nothin'." Slowly she put the candle down, Elizabeth came forward with the corset, and quickly she put it back up. "Don't come any where near me with that mate."

"Cleo," She sighed, "Either you put this on now and get used to it, or faint at the coronation tomorrow."

"What coronation?" The candlestick went back down,

"For the Commodore's son, Edward." She went forward again, and reluctantly she gave up and let Elizabeth put the corset on her. Elizabeth began to tighten it,

"Jesus!" Cleo shouted with her last breath of air, "How did you learn not to breath?"

"Stay underwater for a while." She smiled, and finished the last part; "Alright put that dress on and come downstairs for breakfast." Cleo quickly put on the blue dress, "It's beautiful and it matches your eyes." They began to walk out when Elizabeth stopped, "Cleo you don't have to go to the coronation tomorrow,"

"Alright." She nodded thoughtfully, and opened her mouth to say that she wasn't going, but Elizabeth interrupted her,

"But they'll be rum." She whispered,

"What time do I need to be ready?"

Bill watched as his father hammered away at the piece of metal soon to be a sword skillfully.

"Father?" He began,

"Yes?" Will's attention still on the metal piece,

"How is it that you know Jack?" He asked, and Will's hammer stopped in mid air as he turned and looked at his son thoughtfully,

"Bill you know that story that your mother and I told you when you were younger?" He went back to working,

"Yeah the one with the golden medallion," Bill nodded, "The one with when the princess and the stable boy fall in love with a help of a pirate, and the pirate saved them from Barbossa."

"That wasn't a stable boy and a princess, Bill." He sighed, "It was a blacksmith and a governor's daughter."

"Cleo thank you for chopping the wood, and you didn't faint." Elizabeth smiled from her seat as Cleo walked in, with her dress surprisingly clean, "Bill will be happy that he can go and see Abigail."

"Who's this Abigail?" Cleo went over and sat across from Elizabeth.

"He's courting her," She explained, "Like you and Gabe."

"How do you know about Gabe?" Her eyes widened,

"I have my sources, Cleo." She smiled at her,

"Mum where's the ax?" Bill voice rang through the house,

"Its alright darling, Cleo chopped the wood!" She shouted back, and he appeared in the doorway,

"Mother can I go and...." He started and she just nodded her head. A smiled appeared on his face as he left. The two women watched him leave.

"How long have they been together?" Cleo asked, looking at her fingernails

"Since they were thirteen, so two years." Elizabeth smiled remembering back when they met, "Why?" She asked and began to look worried as a mischievous smile appeared on Cleo's face,

"Love, you better pray that Bill and dear Abigail are nothin' like me and Gabe."

"Bill!" Abigail opened her door and flung her arms around him and let him go quickly hoping that none of Port Royal saw that, even though everyone knew they were together.

"I don't think that is entirely proper, Ms. Williams." He smiled, and lifted a brow,

"Well, Mr. Turner" Her smiled turned into a teasing frown, "Since your ways, I'm sure are too proper for my petty little ways, I bid you farewell." She began to close the door but he stopped it and kissed her on the lips.

"Abigail, who's there?" Her father yelled from the kitchen, and the two broke apart scared they might be found doing something improper in public,

"Father, its Mr. Turner!" She yelled back, "May I go walk with him?"

"Be home in time for dinner!" He shouted, as she closed the door. Bill offered her his arm, and they began to walk to the beach.

"My dear Ms. Williams, how was your day?" He asked when they finally arrived at the beach, they were alone and no one was in sight.

"Fine," She seemed uncertain, and slowed her pace,

"What's wrong?" Bill turned towards her, and they both stopped walking,

"My father wants me to marry Edward Norrington." She seem to spit his name, "He's so money hungry since we're not rich, he thinks that he can just give me away to become rich!"

"Don't worry that wont happen." He smiled down at her and kissed her forehead, "People say that he's going to marry one of his cousins."

"Then I have nothing to fear." She smiled and kissed him, "Promise me that we'll be together, always."

"I promise," He kissed her and pulled her in tighter, "Abigail, last month I promised the same thing and I don't intend on breaking any."