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Chapter 3

It was the day before the initiation of the Commodore as Commodore and I was having a panic attack.

I admit I had gotten a little lazy in my search for an escape but it was only because life here was just so easy and comfortable.

I was even starting to like tea.

My needlepoint, though, was still pretty miserable. I couldn't seem to sew anything without stabbing myself.

I had also been getting attached to the people who inhabited this place. And I mean really attached. See, I can make friends fairly easily because it isn't too hard to pick up on what interests someone and what doesn't. Ergo, I've always been really good at adapting to people. Not situations though. Just people. Though people generally entail situations, now that I think of it.

Well, whatever. Back to what I had been saying though; I was freaking out.

As annoyingly perfect as Elizabeth was, she had been growing on me. There was something about her that was just likable. And she seemed to like me too. Or at least, she seemed amused by me. She was always inquiring about my odd accent and odd manner of speech. Which really aren't so weird you know. I talk like any normal American teenager (minus 'like' every other word, I'm from New England! Meaning I say 'wicked awesome' every other word.).

Despite her being 21, she was always perfectly happy to talk to me. This may have to do with her never having another girl to talk to as a child. I, however, won't look too closely at it because I enjoy her company.

The Governor was nice for an old way out of my century chap. He was very concerned with polite society and all the codes that went along with it, which proved problematic for me. I was used to being able to trip or walk down the street without being stared at and judged. And as the Governor's niece everybody was watching me.

I had to have Ms. Lovett sit me down and conduct a little talk on how I should act, when I accidentally gave a really attractive kitchen worker a once over. That was apparently not allowed. Who knew?

I had also managed to force the dashing Will Turner into a tentative friendship.

I may have started by manipulating him by talking about Elizabeth a lot but after a few weeks he got mildly comfortable with me hanging about his shop. Which was quite a feat in itself with polite society and Miss Lovett always riding my butt.

Will was a cool hands-on guy. I knew he was finally enjoying my company when he asked if I wanted to learn how to sword fight last week.

He's already regretting that he ever asked.

I apparently lack any skill whatsoever in the art of sword fighting. Just like I suspected I would so many weeks ago. Why couldn't I wield a sword? If I'm going to be trapped in some sort of pirate adventure, I need some sort of weapon of defense. Running can only get you so far and I only took Kunfu for two years.

Basically, I was so screwed when tomorrow reared its ugly head.

I continued panicking for the rest of the day. Right before bed, Elizabeth finally asked about why I had been periodically running to my room to scream into my pillow. Well, she didn't know about the screaming into the pillow part. Only the running away thing, that I was getting very good at in the stupid shoes I had to wear.

"Rebecca?" She questioned her brow crinkled. "Are you feeling quite alright?"

I responded very quickly, "I feel awesome! Amazing even! Why do you ask?"

Elizabeth's eyebrows rose and she said smiling, "You're an awful liar Rebecca."

I winced. "So I've been told."

There was a prolonged silence and I realized she was waiting for me to spill my guts. That was rather presumptuous. I would not break. Well, not completely anyway.

"I just have one of those creepy feelings that something bad is about to happen."

Well put, if I do say so myself. I hadn't revealed that I knew exactly what was going to transpire after the Commodore asked to marry him and she fell straight into the ocean.

Pats for Rebecca.

Leaning in Elizabeth replied, "I must admit that I've had a rather odd feeling myself. It is as though something grand will happen soon."

I blinked. "Right. Grand."

Elizabeth's eyes narrowed. "These are the times when I feel as though you are hiding something from me."

I nodded and said intelligently, "Uh huh. Well, that's awesome and everything but I'm exhausted. In great need of sleep. So much so that I might just collapse on the floor because it looks just as comfortable as my bed."

This was a lie of course.

My bed was heaven in all its plushiness.

"You are lying!" Elizabeth exclaimed accusingly. "I think you know what happens before it does at times. I know that sounds perfectly absurd but there are times when something slips out of your mouth and I just think you must know things that we don't."

Just like the soup at dinner tonight. That was embarrassing.

"And you have been sneaking off as well!"

I let out a snort and asked, "What are you talking about?"

"Oh, come now, Rebecca. You think I don't notice when you suddenly disappear from the house. Why do you think Miss Lovett never searches for you? I've been making up excuses for weeks."

Wow.

This was quite a blow to my sneaking skills.

I had been perfectly sure that no one had noticed. My ego began to deflate and I began to curse the fact that I was living with someone who noticed everything.

It really wasn't fair.

"Therefore," She said placing her hands on her hips. "I believe that you owe it to me to tell me where you have been running off to."

Um.

Well, this was going to be awkward.

Elizabeth was obviously in love with Will. All right, so it wouldn't be obvious if you hadn't watched the movie but she blushed whenever he was mentioned, which had to indicate true love.

Will was blatantly in love with her too.

I had even managed to get him to admit it to me a few days ago.

I almost regret it now.

It can make an average girl feel vaguely sad and discontented when a beautiful blacksmith goes on and on about the perfection and imperfection of his love interest. This doesn't tend to happen to average girls. I told Will this and he called me daft for calling myself average. I'm guessing he was referring to my weird speech. That made me very non-average here in Port Royal.

"Er. Well, I've been hanging out with Will."

There was a pause.

"WHAT?"

I resisted the urge to cover my ears. Why were these old century people so prone to sudden, loud and violent outbursts?

Elizabeth's face had flushed red in what I assumed was shock.

Maybe anger.

I couldn't actually tell. But damn was her face like a tomato.

"What in the world do you mean by hanging out?"

Her voice was in a higher pitch and I suddenly wished that 21st century talk wasn't so ingrained in my head.

"Like talking, you know. Being in the presence of another human being you enjoy the company of."

Elizabeth's face began to un-flush itself. "Oh, I see. The two of you are friends then?"

She looked like this was an odd thing to be asking and I had to assume that boys and girls weren't bestest friends nowadays.

Or then-a-days, I suppose.

I shrugged awkwardly. "I guess so. I mean we aren't wicked close or anything. Kind of like you and me. We're still in the getting to know you phase."

Elizabeth was suddenly smiling again. "It's so hard to stay angry with you when you talk so strangely."

"You know, you're the one who talks weirdly."

"Of course." Elizabeth agreed with mock conviction.

I scowled. She was going to be mocked too.

"So, why'd it bother you?" Ha. Take that Swann.

Elizabeth flushed again. And didn't reply. Rebecca one, Elizabeth zero.

"Do you like him?" I had adopted the annoying sing song voice that my 6 year old cousin Jennie used whenever she saw me speak to anyone of the male gender. She even did it when I talked to her father, who was my uncle. She was clearly sick in the head.

"No!" She snapped. "That's rather improper of you. Will is a blacksmith."

"A very ugly blacksmith." I intoned with sarcasm dripping off every word. "Besides, the Commodore seems interested in you."

At that, Elizabeth laughed. "That is preposterous. Mr. Norrington is quite taken with you Rebecca."

Um. Let's all let out a big, What?

"What?"

Elizabeth smirked. "Oh, honestly Rebecca why are you so daft? He always makes a point to be around you when you attend the same social gatherings."

Oh, wow.

Doesn't that just spell out head over heels.

He stood near me at 'social gatherings'.

I'm sensing true love coming on.

"If the Commodore could choose between the two of us, he would choose you. You're the Governor's daughter."

Elizabeth's face soured and I congratulated myself with another point.

We argued like an old married couple for a few more minutes before I ran away covering my ears and shouting. An effective way to end an argument, if I do say so myself.

As I curled into my bed, the dread of the next day came on sharply. I wished desperately to go home but there was no earthquake or anything to indicate that it was granted. Damn it.

Just before falling asleep I could swear I heard the sea whispering and someone humming.

I think I was officially going insane.

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