Disclaimer - * turns face towards the heavens* I. OWN. NOTHING!!!!* falls to the ground and cries uncontrollably, stops suddenly and smiles* oh except Sam, I think I may own her? Hhhhmmmmmwwwwaaaahahahahahahahah *coughs* excuse me that was George not me. Now let's get started.

A story by any other name...

* Thunk...Thunk.Thunk* Samantha Turner's (I know I know) uneven footsteps echoed on the docks as she ran towards the Swann's residence

 "Stupid leg, Stupid ceremony, stupid Will 'Why don't you go via the docks, Sam? It would be a much more interesting trip then going in a carriage' Will is gonna pay" she grumbled as she weaved her way through the variety of merchant sailors and fishermen.

"Grrrr now I'm gonna be late" she mumbled as she stoped to catch her breath. Athletic as she was, her left leg always gave her trouble. Ever since she was a little girl, her kneecap would pop in and out of her knee, and this caused her to have a constant limp, although it wasn't noticeable when she walked, it caused her to be unable to run as fast as a normal person could.

Today was a big day; she was accompanying her best friend Elizabeth to Captain Norrington's promotion ceremony and as late and angry she was she couldn't fight the urge to stop and smell the sweet salty air.

Samantha was more know to the upperclassmen and women than her half-brother William as she was an independent woman who did as she pleased and usually got away with it, this intrigued the men and astounded the ladies. She didn't dress like a lady, but still she didn't dress like a man, she dressed her way and her way only. A fine example would be today, she was wearing an emerald dress that set off her deep green eyes and instead of being a full dress, it was split diagonally from her right ankle to the top of her left knee leaving the bottom of her right leg bare and showing her strappy sandals. Her curly hair sat upon her head in a golden crown letting a few strands dangle down to frame her face and finally her mother's locket sat snugly upon her neck, the opal in the centre of it glistening red, blue and green.

~15 minutes later~

Sam dragged herself to the front door of the mansion.

 *knock. Knock. Knock*

"Welcome to … oh hello Miss Turner, are you alright?" asked Mario the doorman.

"Yes. Yes I shall be ok once I catch my breath. Is Elizabeth here? Or am I so late that she has moved?" she remarked as she collapsed into the chair by the door. 

"No malady she is still in her room getting her self ready" laughed Mario

"I don't suppose you want to carry me up to her room do you?" Sam asked sweetly.

"I would love to but my back just hasn't been the same since you made me carry Miss Swann and yourself down to the docks just because you both conveniently "sprained your ankles"'

"We didn't make you. You insisted that you had to carry us. Remember"

"I'm not that old malady I do remember……"

"Oh is that Lizzie calling?! Best be on my way now" she spoke hurriedly as she rushed up the stars to Lizzie's room.

On her arrival she heard Mr Swann and Lizzie discussing Captain Norrington's promotion. She stuck her tongue out when she heard the words "Norrington" and "fine gentleman" in the same breath.

"Ding Dong! Good day Governor Swann. Hey Lizzie, how's it hanging?" Sam said with a smile.

"Please use proper language" gowned The Gov      

"Well nothing is hanging or moving for that matter" replied Elizabeth from behind the curtain.

"I'm told it's the latest fashion in London" announced the Gov, sticking his chest out proudly like he was first to hear of this information.

 "Well, women in London must've learned not to breathe." Elizabeth replied

Sam snorted. Gov. Swann turned his head to say something about her snorting luckily Mario entered.

"My lord, you have a visitor."

 " Don't move sir, I shall let you make a grand entrance" Sam and Liz stifled a giggle because they both knew how much he loved to make big deals out of small things.

Sam reached the stairs in time to see Will break the sconce and hide it in the umbrella stand.

"I saw that dear William!" Sam teased "And why didn't you tell me you were coming here?"

"Sam, you knew I was delivering the sword to Governor Swann"

"Did not"

"Did too"

"Did not"

"Did too"

"Did not"

"Did too"

"Did not infinity. HAH" Sam smiled triumphantly

"Child" Will shot back

"Excuse me but I am 2 years your senior young man" Sneered Sam

"Which makes that last remark even harsher" Will smiled

"Anyway why did you make me walk when I could have had a ride with you?" Asked Sam

"None of your business"

"Ooohhhh I know. You didn't want me to see you get all dressed up for Lizzie. And don't try to deny I've seen it, every time you see her you go all gaga"

Just then Governor Swann and Elizabeth enter and Will goes into a daze as he sees Elizabeth all dressed up.

"AH HA there, see I told you, GAGA always GAGA" shouted Sam

"What on earth are you talking about Samantha" asked Governor Swann

"Oh I was just saying that… mmmrrpphhh" Will clamped his hand over her mouth. 

"We were just talking about old times and she had a small mental black out. You know how it is with these blonds-by-the-seas. With acceptation to Miss Swann of course" 

"How many times must I ask you to call me Elizabeth" smiled Lizzie

"At least once more, Miss Swann, as always" He replied groggily

"Mmmrrpphhh mmrr mmrmr" Sam struggled against Will

Then they talked about the sword. Blah Blah Blah and while Will did his little sword flippy thing Sam murmured "Show-off" and Will shot daggers at her.

Finally they left for the celebration after lots of Lizzie and Will eye-goggling and an oblivious Governor talking about how good he used to be.