Elizabeth woke up suddenly. She lay in bed staring into space and then got up. She went to her drawer, which was strangely empty (very suspicious indeed) and lifted something up to reveal...a secret compartment! (DUN DUN DUN...)

Inside was the blinging medallion. Elizabeth lifted it out and stared at it. Images of touring with J Lo and the rest of her entourage flashed through her simple and dozy little mind. She smiled blankly. Suddenly there was a knock at the door.

'Elizabeth?' her simple dad said. Elizabeth jumped up and knocked over several valuble pieces of porcelain. 'Are you decent?'

'Yes! Just wait till I've shoved this purty medallion down my bra!' Elizbeth screeched. She did just that in an attempt to hide the medallion, oblivious to the fact that there was still a long chain round her neck.

Her father strode in. 'Still abed at this hour? Its a lovely day.'

'Actually it's pretty obvious I'm not still in bed,' Elizabeth snapped. The maids drew the curtains and she covered her face. 'My eyes! My beautiful eyes!'

'I have a gift for you,' her father smiled. The maids showed Elizabeth a dress, neatly packaged in a box. Elizabeth lifted it out.

'Oh, it's so luvewly,' she lisped. 'May I enquire as to the occasion?'

'Does a father need an occasion to dote upon his daughter?' her father said.

'I know you're lying. You never give me presents unless there's something in it for you. Like the time you gave me a goldfish farm just so Norrington could feed his piranhas. That was mean, that was.'

'Actually...' her father said through gritted teeth. 'I had hoped you would war it to the promotion ceremony this afternoon.'

'What ceremony?'

'Captain Norrington's promotion ceremony. Commodor Norrington as he's about to become.'

'I knew it!' Elizabeth hissed. 'And it's not because you told me yesterday either!'

'He fancies you, you know.' Elizabeth gasped as the maids pulled her corset together. 'Elizabeth? How's it coming?'

'Commodor Norrington is a dirty old man then because he is old enough to be my father. Anyway it's difficult to say...'

'I'm told it's the latest fashion in London,' Governor Swann pouted despondantly.

'Well, women in London must have learnt not to breathe, which is probably why so many of them die young. It's not all smoking and drug abuse you know. Although this corset does have a rather nice wonderbra effect... yes indeed, this is fine,' Elizabeth rambled absent-mindedly.

There was a knock at the door. 'My Lord, you have a visitor.'

It was the froglike man that girls all over the world have an obsession with... Will Turner.