Disclaimer: If I owned Pirates of the Caribbean, I would be rich, this story would be a movie, Keira Knightley and I would be texting each other right now, and Orlando Bloom would be mine. MINE I TELL YOU!!

Author's Note: WHOOT!! So I'm back from my trip to Italy and Greece. It was absolutely AMAZING and so BEAUTIFUL! And the water in Greece? I have never seen anything so blue or so clear before in my entire life. I mean, seriously, I would stick my feet in the water and still see them. Crazy, huh? Anyway, I wrote this chapter early this morning because I know you all are dying for another update. It's kind of short, though, and I'm not too proud of how the ending of this chapter went, but I hope it satisfies you. :]


Chapter 3 – Elizabeth's POV

I hate Katie. I hate her and her stupid ideas with her stupid boyfriend who agreed with her. Because of them, I had a fucking headache and a damn hangover on the DAY I WAS SUPPOSE TO WORK. So while I stood behind the counter and rang up purchases of both men and women all while I wanted to hide in the bathroom and throw up, I blamed it all on Katie Brookes.

Technically, it was also my fault. I mean, I did agree to go with her and Matthew to the club and I did drink a few beers and a handful of apple martinis here and there. I was pretty sure that Will Turner was real, too, because he was the first thing I remembered when I woke up this morning.

Actually, it was his eyes that I remembered first before I recalled all of him. Those chocolate brown eyes were so familiar that it gave me a rush of déjà vu. I felt like I met him before—years ago—but I never got to know his name until last night. Of course, I scolded myself for being so pathetic and the idea dropped, but that's beyond the point.

"This is all, I think."

I snapped out of my thoughts and looked up to see the same pair of eyes I had seen the night before. Honestly, I never expected to see Will Turner only hours after meeting at the club, so I couldn't help it; I had my doubts that it was even him.

"Will?"

He blinked and gave me a crooked smile. "We meet again, Miss Swann," he said politely, pushing a pile of clothing over to me to scan.

Of course it was him; he gave me that damn crooked smile the night before. That and I had realized he was too much of a gentleman despite the fact he had consumed just as much alcohol as I had. But while I loved that he was giving me respect and being polite, I couldn't help but feel annoyed. "I wish you wouldn't call me Miss Swann. I've heard enough of it back home."

"Well, I don't know you properly to call you by your Christian name."

I rolled my eyes, grabbing the first article of clothing off the pile and scanning its price tag. "So what's it going to take to call me Elizabeth?" I asked sarcastically. "A date?"

Will shifted his weight a little, fiddling with a plastic card in his hand. "I'm not—"

"I was being sarcastic, Will," I interrupted, scanning the rest of the clothes waiting to be purchased. "I'm not expecting you to ask me out or anything. I told you I didn't date last night. Or did the alcohol make you forget?"

Will looked at me seriously. "I remember, Miss Swann."

I sighed and glanced at his total. "$236.74," I murmured. "How will you be paying?" Will silently handed me a credit card bearing the name Jack Sparrow. I quirked an eyebrow and glanced up at him. "So what is your real name? Will Turner or Jack Sparrow?"

Will blushed. "It's my roommate's," he explained quickly. "I, erm, don't own one of those things…"

"A credit card?"

"Right, a credit card. So Jack just offered to pay for new clothes for me. He was just too hung-over to come with me to pay for everything."

"Great friend, right?" I said dryly, bagging his clothes.

Will shrugged. "He may not sound like the best friend to have, but I've known him forever. He's actually done a lot for me, so I suppose I should forgive him for his lack of presence at this moment."

"I suppose you should." I handed him his receipt and had him sign the store's copy. He signed it with a flourish, and I stared at his signature. It looked like one of those signatures from the eighteenth century. I didn't know whether I should be jealous that he has such a nice signature or if I should think he was living in the wrong era or something. I blinked and looked back up, handing him his bag of clothing. "Well, you're all set. Have a nice day."

He took the bag from me hesitantly, eyeing me. "I'm still holding my promise to call you," Will remarked.

I nodded. "Call me when you can."

Will smiled a little, his eyes catching sight of the necklace I had gotten from that stranger oh-so long ago. He frowned slightly and met my eyes again. "Where did you get that necklace?" he asked numbly.

I glanced down self-consciously and fingered the pendent. "I got it about ten years ago," I answered truthfully. A man gave it to me, but he never told me his name."

Will nodded, staring at the pendent in my hand. "It's…unique."

I suddenly felt defensive about it. "Well, the guy certainly must've cared about it. It was wearing out when I got it. I'm surprised it's still surviving now."

"I'm sorry," Will stammered, his eyes widening. "I didn't mean to offend you. I just—"

"No, I'm sorry," I interrupted again. "I just… I've been trying to figure out for years who gave me the necklace. I mean, he promised to return, but I don't know who to look for. I don't even know if he's going to return, but yet I still feel like this freaking necklace has some importance in my life, you know?" I snorted, tucking a strand of my hair behind my ear. "Pretty stupid, huh? Some guy gives me a necklace and I think I couldn't live without it."

Will was silent for a moment, and I was afraid he thought I was crazy and wanted to avoid me. When he finally opened his mouth to speak, his tone was quiet and soft, making me think that he actually cared what I thought about the necklace. "No," he answered. "It's not stupid. I thought the exact same thing years ago. Only, it was life giving me someone special. I thought I couldn't live without her."

I leaned forward on the counter, looking at him gently. "What happened?"

He forced a smile. "A story for another time, eh?"

"Of course." I straightened up. "There's plenty of time for that." I studied him. "Call me, okay? You like you want to talk about something."

"I told you I would, didn't I?"

"That you did."

Will gave me another one of his crooked smiles. "Then I will." He bowed slightly, politely. "Have a good day, Miss Swann."

I watched him leave the store before I muttered, "It's Elizabeth," and smiled sweetly at the old lady who had been impatiently waiting behind Will.

-----

I should've known that Katie saw me with Will at the club. I should've known that meant she would be waiting on the steps of my beach cottage, demanding details ranging from his name and when our date was going to be. I rolled my eyes and answered her questions ("He's name is Will Turner." "I only gave him my number, Katie. He hasn't called yet!") all while we pigged out on cookie dough ice cream and watched one of our favourite chick flicks.

"So he promised to call but he hasn't?" Katie asked, spooning some ice cream from her carton.

"It's been less than twenty-four hours since I gave him my phone number," I pointed out. "Not only that, but I saw him four hours ago. The least I could do is give the guy a break and let him call when he wants to."

"Yeah, but he might never call," Katie protested. "Then you'll never go out with him and never marry him or have kids with him. You'll die an old maid!"

I stared at her. "You know, last time I checked, women who live their lives single aren't considered old maids," I said. "And who said I was getting married to the guy anyway?"

"Well, you never know," Katie said as we ignored the romantic scene from the movie play out in front of us. I gave her a weird look. "What? It could happen!"

"I'm nineteen."

"And I first met Matthew when I was seventeen. We're still dating even after four years!"

I sighed and shoved a spoonful of ice cream in my mouth. "You're complaining about me not having a boyfriend when your own beau hasn't even proposed to you yet?"

"We're still finishing college, you know."

"And I'm still young."

Katie threw her hands up, giving up. "You're pathetic," she grumbled. "And stubborn. Why do you have to be so fucking stubborn?"

I grinned. "Daddy says I get it from my mum," I said innocently, turning back to the TV screen.

"Then I blame your mother," Katie sighed.

"So you're saying that if my mother hadn't given birth to me, you wouldn't be having this conversation with her stubborn daughter?"

Katie pondered this for a moment. "Now that you mentioned it," she said thoughtfully. "My life would be a whole lot easier if I didn't have to deal with you and your I-don't-date philosophy."

I threw a couch pillow at her, aiming at her head but missing. "Damn it," I muttered as Katie was more than happy to laugh at my throwing skills.

"Do you need to take baseball lessons or something?" Katie asked teasingly.

This time I didn't miss. Then I threw an extra pillow for the heck of it.

Katie squealed and stuck her tongue out at me. "You're pure evil, Elizabeth Swann!"

I winked. Teasingly, I added, "Pirate."


Author's Note: So I didn't get home until July 1 instead of June 30. o.O My plane got delayed in Athens for an hour, but when we got on the plane, we were delayed another TWO HOURS before we flew ten hours to New Jersery. We missed our connecting flight, so we had to stay overnight at a hotel. Then we flew from New Jersery to Houston to California and made it home around 5:30 pm Pacific time zone. On top of that, one of the guys from my group coughed all over us, so me and two of my friends have a cold. Then EVERYONE from my group got bug bites all over our arms and legs from our hotel in Athens that itch and/or hurt like crazy. But desite all that, the trip was fabulous. It was worth passing World History in order to go on the trip (and World History at my school is like an honor's class, but it's not counted as one). Pictures can be found on w w w . k e i r a l i z . w e b s . c o m (without the spaces of course). Just click on Pictures and go to the Italy and Greece album. Sadly, my camera broke in Capri, Italy, so I only have pictures from Rome, Florence, and Capri at the moment. A couple of friends are going to give me more pictures later on, so I'll upload them once I get them.

Review?