Author's note: I'm sorry the last chapter was a little short, and that this one is so late. I've been going trough some stuff at home, and now that it's settled down some, I can post another chapter or two! Hugs and kisses, T.K.

Chapter Two: An Unwarranted Discovery

Three Years Later

The sun was warm and the air seemed fresher as twenty-two year old Jessica Turner sat on the docks of Port Royal, looking out at the sunrise coming over the sea. Her boots were lying on the wooden dock behind her, and her long honey colored hair was falling in loose waves about her shoulders. Jessica knew she had to be getting back to the Governor's manor in a short while, but at that moment, she just wanted to watch the sunrise and wish the fishermen luck on their early morning excursion. It had been nearly three years to the day that Cyrus Langley had gotten her a job working for Governor Weatherby Swann as a maid for his daughter, Elizabeth. While she had been grateful for the work, Jessica soon found that Elizabeth was both stubborn and more-than-slightly spoiled. Where she came from, those two things didn't work well. But, for three years, she had forced a polite smile, called her "ma'am", and even helped her dress in the mornings.

Jessica was tired of playing nursemaid to a spoiled "princess" and was ready to stretch her wings, as it were. Seeing as she spent the first year in Port Royal trying to figure out how to get back to present day Miami, Jessica figured that she could use an adventure. A road trip or something similar would have been nice, not to mention better than having to live in the same room with three other women, all of whom snored. Sighing, the honey haired woman stood up and looked over the sea once more before she pulled her boots on and made her way back down to the road, which would then take her up the hill to the Swann's manor. Elizabeth had a big day, seeing as it was Captain Norrington's promotion ceremony early that afternoon. Jessica held her skirt up as she stepped over a loose board and wished longingly for a pair of breeches. She snorted in response to her own wish. As if that was ever going to happen.

Walking through the "down town" Jessica smiled at all of the market people who were coming alive to start their morning. Stopping at Brown's Smithy, Jessica contemplated as to whether or not she wanted to peak her head in and see what exactly the young man who worked there was working on that morning. She saw him often while she was running some errand or another with Elizabeth, but she had yet to be introduced to the dark haired man that looked familiar to her. Shaking her head, Jessica turned and walked towards the main road, trying to get back before Governor Swann noticed that she wasn't making breakfast for Elizabeth, as she should have been. Picking up her pace, the brunette didn't notice the lone figure watching her from the shadows as she smiled and nodded at those who she passed by.

Even though she wasn't smiling on the outside, a huge smile was covering Jessica's features on the inside as she followed Weatherby Swann up the stairs of his grand home, a box in her arms as she went. Apparently there was going to be dinner at the Norrington household that evening and that meant Jessica didn't have be cooped up in the Swann kitchen cooking and burning herself all afternoon. She actually had an afternoon off for the first time in three years! Once they reached Elizabeth's room, the Governor knocked, and Jessica could feel the familiar crash of something being knocked over. Something that she would undoubtedly have to clean up once the Swann's were gone. Shaking her head, Jessica huffed a bit when some of her hair fell out of the white cap she ad been forced to wear. While she and the other maids were dressed better than some in town, Jessica's only complaint was that she couldn't wear her hair just simply pulled back into a ponytail or bun, she had to wear that damn cap all the time. Simply ignoring the Governor's side-long glance as she walked with the other maid, Anne, past him and into the room, Jessica handed the blonde the box before she opened the window drapes and relished in the sunlight that greeted her as she did so.

Tying the drapes back, Jessica nodded down at the dark haired man as the smithy walked up the path to the mansion. Turning around, Jessica made her way over to the changing screen before she helped Anne get Elizabeth dressed for the ceremony. Gritting her teeth at the sight of the corset, Jessica watched as Elizabeth eyed the damn thing. Jessica had worn one for her senior prom to help hold her boobs in place with the dress she had been wearing. After that night, she had shoved that blasted thing as far back in her closet as the walls would let her go, and never thought about it again until that moment. Shuddering at the thought of wearing one again, Jessica tried to be as gentle as possible when holding the whale boning together for Anne to tug and pull until it was as tight as it would go. Wincing at Elizabeth's comment about London women learning not to breathe, Jessica dutifully kept her mouth shut as she finished helping Elizabeth dress.

Curtsying, Jessica took the box with her as she left Anne to help Elizabeth with her hair. Walking from the room, the brunette breathed a sigh of relief at being out from under the watchful eye of the Governor. He had always questioned her origins, seeing as she was more tan and freckled than most of her Jamestown counterparts. She had blamed it on her mother's lineage, saying that Rebecca had been of Native American decent (which wasn't a far stretch of the truth, because she had been in the 21st century). So, she tried to stay as far away from Weatherby Swann as she possibly could without seeming ungrateful for the job in his home and the bed that he let her sleep in under his roof. Storing the dress box in its proper place, Jessica closed the door to the closet and turned around to bump straight into a solid, definitely male, figure. Falling backwards slightly, Jessica felt a pair of strong hands grasp her upper arms before she fell onto the tiled floor.

Blinking as she was set back on her feet, Jessica looked up and was startled to see her father staring her in the face. Dark brown hair was pulled back into a low and messy ponytail, dark eyes that matched her own were staring at her in concern, and the familiar faint smile was surrounded by a neatly trimmed mustache and goatee. Before she could say anything out loud, Jessica bit her tongue. There was no way that this was her father, William Turner VI. It just couldn't be. "Are you alright?" His British accent was impeccable and Jessica could have melted into a pile of sobbing goo. He sounded just like her Dad. Biting her lip, the brunette just nodded her head up and down slowly trying to bide her time before she had to be moving along. If anything, Weatherby Swann was all about all things proper. "Are you sure?"

Jessica nodded her head again as she shrugged her shoulders, the dark haired man finally let her go and Jessica stepped back. "Yes, sir. I'm sorry I wasn't paying attention as to where I was going." She said, nodding her head downwards as she raked her gaze down the smithy's body. He was a good six inches taller than her, and Jessica was an average height at five feet, six inches. Making sure to stare hard at his shoes; Jessica could feel her cheeks burning red at his scrutiny.

"What is your name, Miss?"

That was the second time in three years she had been asked that question in that manner, and Jessica couldn't help but roll her eyes before she looked back up at the dark haired man in front of her. "Amanda Taylor, sir." Licking her lips, Jessica felt a surge of boldness run up her spine as she said, "And yours?"

It was simple curiosity, but the answer that followed nearly knocked Jessica clear off of her feet. "William Turner." He said it with some pride and Jessica could hear the Governor's footsteps coming down the stairs and she stole a glance at the older Englishman before nodding in his direction, curtsying, and saying her farewells to the man in front of her. "It was a pleasure to meet you Master Turner, and I hope you have a good day." She said, stepping backwards and then quickly turning on her heel to make it to the kitchen before Governor Swann could see the tears welling up in her eyes as she scurried past. That man standing in the foyer just couldn't be her ancestor. He couldn't be!

Covering her mouth with her hand for a moment, Jessica scurried through the manor, her shoes clicking on the floor in her haste to get outside to the salty air. Making it through the back door, Jessica stood on the first step, taking in deep breaths as she tried not to faint. She had been ripped from her home and into another time, only to run into her great great something or another grandfather and possibly change her own history! What the hell was going on here?

Taking a few deep breaths, Jessica blinked the tears back from her eyes and tried not to cry as Josiah Foster, the stable hand, walked past her with the horse and carriage that would take the Swann's and company to the ceremony. Trying to smile as she waved, Jessica took off when she heard Anne calling her name. She didn't have time to deal with the nosy brown haired teen. Slipping past some of the others employed by the governor, Jessica made her way to the woodshed, where she had hidden the clothes that Mary Langley had given her three years ago. The maids that worked for Weatherby Swann were dressed nicer than those in town, and Jessica stuck out like a sore thumb wearing the ivory and rose-printed dress.

Pulling the cap off of her head as she hurried to the shed, Jessica felt her hair start to bounce in the bun she had tied it into. Pulling the leather strap, Jessica's honey colored hair fell in waves down her back. Walking into the shed, Jessica peeked out of the window to make sure that Anna hadn't followed her before she started taking her clothes off and putting the brown and green garments on in place of the finery. Running a hand through the tangled curls a moment, Jessica decided that a braid would suffice for the day and quickly tied it off before grabbing the stringed purse that held what little pocket change she had. Peeking out the doorframe again, Jessica sighed in relief as she sauntered down the dirt road to the path that would take her into town.