This is my first ever fanfiction...please review...it's the only way I get better.


"His name's William Turner, that's all I found out," said young Elizabeth turning around vastly to face Captain Norrington. She wasn't sure what to think. She had just found a so-called "pirate medallion" around young Turner's neck.

As they brought William down below, she hesitated greatly whether or not to tell her father about the medallion, but she knew that Norrington would not be thrilled about it. For a small moment, she started to turn around and walk to her father, whom was standing near the bow, looking out at sea aimlessly. She once again turned back around and began walking to the stairs that lead down below. She thought that if William was alone, she could maybe ask him about the medallion.

As she made her way down the stairs, being excused by the other sailors on board, she couldn't help but think if this Turner boy was part of a pirate fleet. She got to the bottom of the stairs, and walked towards the bed where William was lying in. There were but a few sailors including Norrington gathered around him. She had told herself that this wasn't such a good time to talk to William.

She made her way back up the stairs, nearly tripping on her dress. She walked over to her father who was still standing near the bow of the ship, just looking plainly out at sea. She asked him once again, like many times before why he had been chosen to be governor. She was enthralled when he wouldn't answer. She knew she had asked the question before, but every time she wished there would be a different answer. Maybe an answer like they could go back to England. She guessed that with her luck, everything would go wrong.

"Governor Weatherby Swann" said Elizabeth just loud enough to her father could hear it. "Is that what you intend to become! Does that really sound appealing to you?"

Elizabeth's father had heard all this before. He knew it would soon come once again. He had not intended to be this harsh to his daughter, but he had also hoped for the best. He was hopping that once they arrived in the Caribbean Islands, Elizabeth would soon grow to the idea. From the looks of things so far, it didn't seem that way. Governor Swann wasn't sure what to say to his daughter. He knew from the moment he told her about moving to the Caribbean, Elizabeth would not be content with him. She already had 10 years in England. She didn't want to leave her homeland for her father to become governor.

Elizabeth turned around with a depressing sigh. Governor Swann wanted very badly to make his daughter happy, but he was confused himself. He heard Elizabeth's shoes clank on the solid, damp wood of the boats floor as she walked away. He knew she was purposely stamping her feet, so she was sure he knew she was mad. After 10 years of living with his daughter, he has come to know Elizabeth's noises well. When she is happy, like others, she had a smile going all the way up to her eyes. When something horrible has happened, she stomps to her room without a word. When something good happens that she wasn't intending, she comes smiling but doesn't say a word and once again goes to her room. He knew that by each day, Elizabeth was getting angrier and angrier.

"You know, both you and her are going to have to eventually get over this depression you're feeling," said Captain Norrington interrupting Governor Swann's thoughts

"I know but there is just something about the look in her eyes, I can't help but be in despair myself," said Governor Swann truthfully. The both of them turned around synchronized, and started to talk the way of the ship.

"Not having children myself, I wouldn't know how you're feeling, but I know that this can't be good for your daughter, and especially you."

"I know. We've had this conversation before."

"And you keep telling me you're going to do something about it, and you've yet to do a thing."

"Well what about the boy, Turner? Have we gotten anything from him yet?"

"Not yet sir, he is still unconscious. He does have a strange marking on his neck. It looks like maybe he, at one point had a chain around his neck."

"Well what does that have to do with anything," said Governer Swann, curious as to what a chain has to do with recovering the boy.

"Well we just thought that maybe pirates might have taken it…actually, it was Gibbs' idea."

"It's likely he would be the one to think of that."

"Very likely sir." As they both have a slight laugh about Gibbs and his crazy ideas.