Young Will Turner stood in the Governor's hallway and admired the pretty l'il decorations. He looked at one of the candle thingies but it came off in his hand. This scared him so he tried to shove it in his pocket ignoring the fact it was, like, five times too big, then shoved it in an umbrella stand. He was just in time as the Governor entered.
'Good day, Mr Turner,' Elizabeth's father said, trying to sound friendly but failing.
'Good day, Sir,' the apprentice said eagerly. 'I have your order. Please don't look in your umbrella stand.'
'No, four years of finding broken objects that used to be worth thousands of pounds in the umbrella stand - always following your visits, strangely - have taught me to ignore it completely.'
Will nodded cheerfully, obviously understanding nothing, and opened the case. 'The blade is folded steel. There's purty gold stuff in the handle. It's perfectly balanced,' he said, reading the helpful comments that his master the blacksmith had written on the non-obvious back of his hand. 'The ... tang ... is ... nearly ... the full ... width... of... the... blad. No, I mean... err...blade.'
The governor reached for the sword but Will decided to play dangerously by throwing it around in the air. It flew towards the Governor, who screamed and ducked. Instead it hit his wig. Will picked it up, and beaming with joy handed it proudly to the Governor.
'Thank you,' Governor Swann snarled, snatching it. 'Commodore Norrington's going to be very...err...pleased with this, and I'm sure the numerous SCRATCHES AND DENTS won't matter either.'
Just at that moment Elizabeth pranced down the stairs in her new dress.
'Elizabeth!' her father choked. 'You look absolutely hid- err, stunning!' Elizabeth smiled and the Governor whacked his chest in an attempt to get his heart working properly again.
'Will!' Elizabeth shrieked. 'How nice to see yooooooooou. I had a dream about you last night.'
Governor Swann started choking again. 'About me?' Will asked dimly.
'Yes, Will - iam. About the day we met, do you remember?'
'Oh, not really. I mean, I only half-drowned, and got shipwrecked and floated around on a piece of WOOD for like FOUR HOURS and then moved to the bloody Caribbean, oh, and not forgetting that I met you which started a life of nightmares...and you stole my medallion... no, no, I don't seem to remember that day. Why, did anything special happen?' Will was being sarcastic to the best of his ability but Elizabeth just stared at him blankly.
'Medallion? Oh that medallion. The one that I am currently hiding in my bra. Would you like it back?'
Will shuddered. 'After what you just said...no, no thank you. Miss Swann.'
' Will!' Elizabeth said. 'How many times must I ask you to call me Elizabeth?'
'I tried that!' Will snapped. 'You threw a lobster at me! From now on I'm calling you Miss Swann.'
'There, at least the boy has a sense of propriety, in other words he knows we're better than he is,' Elizabeth's dad said comfortingly.
'Good day, Mr Turner,' Elizabeth said snobbily, and she and her dad left in a carriage.
Will walked to the door. 'I'll just hang out here then! ELIZABETH!!!' he yelled, just to piss her off.