A/N: Heya, peeps! Ok, changed this one, too. Hopefully you guys still like the story! Thanks for all the reviews before (in PitPaHitL). Like I said, it's the same, I just made a few changes so it would satisfy the rules to this site... furrows eyebrows...grrrr.....

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Chapter Two: Port Royal...Oh Joy

I walk onto the dock, yawning your way there. I'm very relieved, considering I sailed a 23 day trip to this...Port Royal, with nothing to do but to accompany my parents and belongings. I hear shouts of sailors, rushing of soldiers, and common people walking and talking amongst themselves. You look even more closely at your surroundings and find that it's very similar to Port Lofty.

'The weather is very much the same,' I discover, 'and so are the common people. Dressed similarly, spoken like us; if I didn't know any better, I'd think I was home!' I turn around, finding my parents coming down after me, both looking rather gloomy. I sigh, berating myself for being so selfish and rude to them before we all left.

"Hello, Alexandra," my parents say in unison.

"Good morning, Mother, Father," I nod. "Where shall be we off to today?"

"Well, the Governor was kind enough to take Michael's body, so we shall have a discussion with him. You will get to spend some time with his daughter, Elizabeth."

"Alright, then," I reply, looking out at the horizon, wishing I could be sailing out there... wishing I could be free.

At the Governor's household

"May I help you?" asks the butler.

"Yes, we are here to see the governor," replies Father. "Could you please tell him that the Taylor family has arrived?"

"Yes, sir," says the butler, opening the door wider. "Come in, come in."

Father lets Mother in first, and then he steps in. I roll my eyes, stepping in last, not appreciating the respect I had at the moment. I look around the place, admiring the artwork and structure of the building. 'I must say, we aren't entirely matching this colorful home,' I think to myself, looking down at the dress I've have been wearing for almost a month.

"Ah! Hello there!"

I hear a booming voice, then see a friendly looking man come down the staircase.

"Hello, Governor," says Father respectfully, bowing. The governor bows back, then Father says, "This is my wife, Lily." She curtsies, and the governor takes ahold of her hand, kissing it gently. Then Father points to me. "And this is my daughter, Alexandra."

I also curtsy, and the man bows before me. "It is a pleasure to meet you, sir," I say politely.

"The pleasure is all mine!" he says quite brightly. "My daughter Elizabeth is upstairs, preparing for her wedding."

"Wedding?" I repeat.

"Yes. Of course, it is not today, it takes place next week. I am sure she would love to have some advice from one her age for marriage arrangements! You are invited if you wish to attend," he says, smiling at me.

I look at my parents for approval. Mother smiles sadly, "I guess it would be alright. What do you think, Thomas?"

Father nods in agreement. I smile at the threesome, then say, "I guess I shall meet the bride then?" The governor nods, then I slowly step up the stairs. I find a maid coming down, and ask her, "Where is Miss Elizabeth's room?" She gives me the directions; I thank her, then go on my way.

Elizabeth's POV

I look in the mirror again, still not able to believe what will happen in a week or so. I hear the rustling of the maids coming in and out of my room, bringing items in and out. I just can't wait to be with Will... and I hear that Jack will be coming! Even though I could never trust that man with my life, I still think I have a little faith in him. Maybe that will grow...

I hear a soft knock on the door. Furrowing my eyebrows, I open the door, and there stands a woman who looks about my age. She is a bit shorter than me, but she is indeed very lovely. She's dressed in a black dress, and I know who she is right away.

"So, you must be Alexandra," I say, giving her a welcoming smile.

My POV

I smile back. "Yes, that's me."

She opens the door wider, "Please do come in, make yourself comfortable."

I look at her room and find it to be very interesting. It's quite messy, but probably because of all the wedding things that needed to be done. Flowers thrown all over the floor, books about weddings also all over the place, she closes the door behind you and says, "I'm sorry for your loss, Alexandra."

I laugh, looking out her window, "You were there to encounter his death. It's quite alright, he wasn't that wonderful of a man anyhow." I turn to look at her, smiling. "I've heard that you are engaged, congratulations."

She grins back. "Thank you."

"Have you picked out a wedding dress yet?"

"Actually, I have not because of all the preparations needed to be done. I wanted the dress to be done last."

"Well, when do you plan to pick out the dress?"

"Sometime soon, perhaps tomorrow."

"The funeral is tomorrow," I say, looking down and acting depressed.

Elizabeth grabs my hand soothingly. "Even though he wanted to kill Will, I'm still very sorry for your loss, Alexandra."

"It's fine, Elizabeth, don't worry about it. Be glad about the fact that you're getting married soon."

"I am," she smiles.

"Do you think it would be alright if I helped you pick out a dress sometime after the funeral?"

"Of course! I love having people my age helping me out with these kind of things. However, I don't want you getting into any trouble, so maybe you should ask your parents if it's alright."

"Yes, I guess I should..." I say, quite annoyed at the fact I still had to ask permission from my parents. It makes me feel as if I'm still 10. "Maybe later. So tell me, what is the man of your dreams like?"

"Well," she giggles, "It's quite a long story..."

"Do tell, I have plenty of time," I grin, glad that we're not talking about my deceased uncle.

"It all began with Commodore Norrington's promotion ceremony..."

A couple hours later

"A few years after our 'adventure', he finally proposed," she finished dreamily.

"Wow... That sounds like so much fun," I finally comment. "I would love an adventure like that..."

"I must say, that wasn't exactly the way I planned to tell Will how I felt about him, in front of Norrington's sword and all those guns."

I laugh, "I'm sure."

She looks at me, and a look crosses her face as if the world's most brilliant idea crossed her very brain. "You must meet Will! He would be so delighted to meet you!" She immediately grabs my hand and drags me out of the mansion.

At the Blacksmith shop... Will's POV

As I sharpen one of my newest creations, I hear a beating at the door. Wiping the sweat off my forehead and placing my hammer on a nearby table, I walk up to the door and open wide. My eyes widen at the sight of the person standing in front of me. 'Mothers' Love!'

"Jack!" I cry, hugging the old man.

"Good to see ye, young man," he chuckles, letting me go. "How's Elizabeth, how're you?"

"She's doing just fine, as am I," I say, letting him in. "Would you care for something to drink?"

"Nothing you have to offer," he grins, "unless you happen to have rum."

"Actually, that I do," I reply, going into the storage room, rummaging for the rum. "Where's your crew?"

"They all be findin a pub," he says tiredly, "They've had a long trip."

I find the 5 bottles of rum near the bottom of the pile of junk. "I don't think I'll be needing to put them back, considering the man waiting to drink it all would be Jack... I wonder if this is a good idea..."

I hear another knock on the door, then Jack hollers, "I'll get it!"

Your POV

As Elizabeth knocks on the door, I hear someone yell, "I'll get it!" Watching the doorknob turn, I look up at the man who appeared from the door, and saw him stand there in shock. I stare at the older man and have no doubt that he's a pirate. A pirate?! I'm about to scream in terror when Elizabeth spits, "Jack?!"

"Well, nice to see ye again, luv." His shocked expression turns into a smirk. "Miss me?"

She glowers at him, then stalks past him. I just stand there, wide eyed at this pirate named... 'Wait...Jack?' I think. 'Isn't he the one she's mentioned in her adventure?' I look at this pirate more carefully when I realize he is speaking to me.

"'Ello there, luv, I don't believe we met," he beams, holding his hand out. "Captain Jack Sparrow."

I take his warm, calloused hand, and he brings mine to his lips. "Alexandra Taylor," I manage to respond weakly.

He grins again, still not letting go of my hand. "Comeon in, milady! I'll bet ye be wanting to meet young Will!" He pulls me into this place filled with... swords. I look around the room, amazed at the number of swords there are in here. It's also quite filthy, but I don't really care at the moment. I've always wanted to use a sword, but never got the chance to since I was born a lady.

"Alexandra?" I hear Elizabeth call. I find her standing next to the very nice-looking man who I presume would be Will. I smile at the hand-in-hand couple, and Elizabeth says to me, "This is Will," pointing to the man next to her. "Will? This is Alexandra Taylor. She just came from Port Lofty to bury her uncle."

Will comes up to me and smiles sadly, placing his hand under mine and lifting it to meet his lips. "I'm terribly sorry for your loss."

I laugh and say, "You have no idea how sick I am of those words." I turn to Elizabeth and say, "Did you tell Will who my uncle is?" She shakes her head like a rabid dog, then I turn to Will and say, "He's known as Captain Barbossa." I hear him and Jack gasp audibly. Will looks into my eyes as if trying to find if there is any evil in me. I look back and state, "He was the outcast of the family. He was born proper, but he sailed away on a pirate ship, never to return." Will smiles sadly again, nodding in understanding and goes back to Elizabeth.

"Well, Jack," Elizabeth says, "It was nice seeing you again."

Jack nods, tipping his hat.

"You'll be coming to our wedding, I suppose?" she asks, seemingly scared of the answer.

"Yes, darling, he will be coming," Will answers for the older man.

Jack's mouth is still open to answer her question, but Elizabeth interrupts, turning to me. "Alexandra, you wouldn't mind if Mr. Sparrow accompanied you back, would you? Will and I have some errands to run."

"Captain Jack Sparrow, luv."

I giggle at the older man and the annoyed look on his face, then shake my head. "Not at all, do have fun and come back home soon!"

The couple smile at me. "Thank you, Alexandra," says Will.

"I'm sorry for leaving you like this," says Elizabeth apologetically.

"Nothing to worry about; I have the Captain, don't I?" I raise my eyebrow, "But then again, that isn't the safest idea, now is it?"

All three of them laugh, then Will and Elizabeth step out, leaving me and Jack all alone. I finally am able to study this man up close. His tri-cornered hat covers his huge mane of black, braided hair. His hair contains a great many things I wasn't sure I wanted to know of. He interrupts my train of thought by saying, "So, we headed back then, luv?"

I reply, "Yes, you do know where we are returning, correct?."

He nods, then opens the door open for me. Walking through it, I thank him. "Look, I feel a lil bad abou' keepin' this ter meself, but you know how your uncle was shot?"

"Yes," I respond, looking at my feet as we both walk our way back, receiving stares from some. I'm not surprised; I'd stare at a young woman dressed in black walking with an older pirate. "And I know who it was who killed him." I then look up into his eyes, stopping in the middle of the path we were both walking along.

He stares into my eyes, his dark brown eyes captivating my own gaze. "Do ye now?" he whispers. He squints his eyes slightly, still staring at you, and says, "I'm sorry."

"You needn't apologize," I say gently. "If you didn't shoot him, Elizabeth may not be alive at the moment. You saved many lives, just as Will did. Don't apologize for saving innocent lives."

I start walking again, afraid I might've done something I could've regretted if I just stood there starring into his eyes. I knew this: even though he was quite a bit older than me, I felt something stir in my heart with just the thought of him. Something much stronger than when I was Leo all those years. My eyes begin to water at the thought of him, but I shake my head silently, refusing to think of the bastard.

We both walk in silence when we finally reach our destination. I am about to walk up to the mansion, but I turn to Jack. "Thank you," I say quietly, a small grin on my face.

He smiles back, takes my hand again, then brushes it against his soft lips. "Until we meet again, luv." He turns around, then makes his way back. I can't get the picture of him out of my head. The way he walks, his scent of slight rum and the salty sea, what he wears... I begin to feel myself get into a dreamy state as I walk back up to the mansion.

A/N: Alright, done with this one, too. Ok, PLEASE review! I still have to goal of getting at least 100 reviews for this story. Please help me! Alright, the next chapter will come soon enough, patience!! Love you guys!