I am unhappy with the way this version is turning out. I'll work out some of the kinks, but it was so much better the first way, I might post the old version in a different website. I'll keep you updated on the subject.

Huge HEADS UP: In this chapter and ones to follow, I make Norrington a mean guy. My reasoning for this, is because I am making him represent the actual way men could be back then. Also, he was dissed hugely by Elizabeth in the movie, so he can be a jerk if I say so. :P so there! Lol. Sorry, it's just the last time around I got a bunch of angry reviews.

Disclaimer: I own nothing involved in the movie Pirates of the Caribbean… I do. However, own Tori, and she will be sent to the acid mines if she doesn't review soon….

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Chapter 3: Wake Up Call!!

(((Clickety-clack…. clickety-clack)))

Blair awoke slowly to a loud repetitive muffled sort of clacking sound. She was sitting up straight and the place she sat was rocking slightly. Plus, it smelled a bit. Movements to her left made her open her eyes in alarm.

The movement came from a very old man who was dressed as if he came from some sort of festival. He noticed she was awake and he sat straighter. Blair winced as a headache started up. 'Is this… real? I can't believe it. That crazy old woman was right.'

"Miss, you've awoken." The man said shakily, showing slight fear.

"I suppose I have. What is going on?" Blair asked, trying to play the part. She touched the soft walls of the carriage and thought, 'That crystal should come with a warning note.'

"We are on our way to your uncle's home, Miss Skevvington." He replied giving her a taken aback look.

'Skevvington? Wow, never a name I would of chosen…' Blair thought to herself, touching now the lacy blue fabric of the dress she was wearing. "Oh… Of course… Why?" She asked without the need of feigned curiosity.

"That's where you will be living… Do you not remember, Miss?" He asked.

"Why won't I be living with my parents?" She asked, wanting to know what they looked like. It seemed to be a rightful question.

"Miss," He replies gravely while shaking his head, "Your parents died. How could you not remember the tragedy?"

"Oh… I suppose I'm in denial." Blair nearly smacked herself for the therapist-like rebuttal. 'No parents again… Wonderful.'

"Well Miss Skevvington, I expect I would be too if I were in your position." He replies.

The rest of the trip wasn't quite what one would call 'eventful'. The servant, a man she learned was named Smith, wouldn't shut up about how sorry he was, and it was a great relief to Blair when the carriage stopped moving.

The door opened and Blair was let and met by Elizabeth Swann. "It's you! Oh my god… No way. I'm your big-."

Elizabeth cut her off with a sympathetic embrace and said, "This would be a joyous occasion if only it were on different terms."

'Oops… That's right.' Blair thought and fell into her role again. "It is great to see you."

Blair was let out of that crushing hug only to be met by another. Governor Swann hugged her and said, "My, you've gotten much taller since I saw you last. That was what, 5 years ago?"

"Hmm…" You say, trying to think of something, ANYTHING a bit more conversational. 'Governor Swann is my uncle… Okay, I'll go along with that.'

"Blair," Elizabeth said, rather more politely than Blair had remembered her from the movie. "I will take you up to your room so we can catch up."

Blair was pulled through the house and led up some stairs when she finally realized she could barely breathe. Taking in short breaths, she climbed the stairs fitfully to keep up with Elizabeth. When she reached the top, she grabbed the railing and gasped slightly for air. Blair also enviously noted the Elizabeth wasn't wearing a corset.

Elizabeth, noting your dilemma, said softly "I have something upstairs that I think will better suit you. You're acting as if you've never worn a corset before… I myself never can understand why they are such a huge deal in London."

"Something else…. Would be nice…" Blair said, regaining her breath. She looked around and loved everything she saw, from the oversized portrait on her left to the dark wooden doors down the hall.

When she could walk again, Elizabeth led her into a room hidden by a door with carved in drawings of many scenic things. When she looked inside, she nearly lost her breath again. The room had a dark red wood four-poster bed and a huge wardrobe closet, half open. The view from the window was equally breath taking.

Elizabeth left the room for a moment and came back with a thinner dress with no corset.

"Thank heavens!" Blair said reaching desperately for the dress.

Elizabeth laughed at her frantic attempts to get free of satans' dress on her own. It was almost a mocking laugh. "Cathy! Marie! Please come in here and assist Blair." She called through the door.

Two maids walked in and pulled Blair behind another door. They hastily took off her dress, while she watched in amazement, and put on the less restricting one.

In nearly no time, Blair was in the new dress and staring wide-eyed at the two young women like they were WWF champions.

"That should be an Olympic event!" She says, still astonished at the speed of which it took them.

"Sorry Miss?" Marie asked, tilting her head slightly.

"Nothing." She replied with a small grin. Blair walked back into the room and the maids left. She walked over to Elizabeth and sat down next to her on the bed.

"Are you all right?" She asks, searching for some sign that you were about to cry.

"I'm fine, really. I never really saw them around much. Always busy, the two of them." Blair replied, trying not to let on that she had no idea how they died.

"That makes sense. I mean your dad WAS a commodore." She replies with slight contempt.

Blair remained silent for a second. "Have I done something wrong?" She asked hurtfully. "Because I'm sorry if I did."

Elizabeth seemed shocked. "Oh. No, nothing at all…" She smiled slightly. "You've changed so much since I last saw you."

"In a good way?"

"I think so." Elizabeth said, warming up slightly. She started up on a story that changed her life. It incorporated an adventure that included pirates and falling in love. She explained the island differently than Blair had seen, without the dancing around a fire drunk with a handsome pirate. It was almost boring, really.

"And what about you and Mr. Turner?" Blair asked, acting like a child wondering what happens after happily ever after.

"We're engaged." She said, holding up the proof on her finger. "Right now he's in Berlin with his work as a blacksmith. From his letters, I've gathered he's doing really well for himself. I won't see him for a month, and I miss him so much."

Blair smiled politely. 'Damn… Oh well, there's still Jack.' She thought, joking to herself.

Elizabeth looked out the window, noticing the sun moving closer to the horizon. "I think we should dress soon."

Blair seemed perplexed. "For…"

Elizabeth slapped her forehead. "OH!! I forgot to tell you!! We had a small gathering planned for tonight! We were going to call it off, but too many people were invited. You don't mind, do you?" She asks, grabbing Blair's hands and making puppy dog eyes.

"Sounds like fun. I don't mind at all… Tell me one thing first… Do I have to wear a corset?"

Elizabeth laughed. "Only if you plan on passing out. I'll go get the maids."

After another Olympic worthy event, Blair and Elizabeth were dressed. Elizabeth had her hair put up in a oversized bun, and Blair kept hers down.

"So… How small is this get together?" Blair asked, moving towards the door.

"One of the smaller ones. I'm sure you'll feel comfortable." Elizabeth grinned and walked out the door and down the stairs, dragging Blair along beside her.

Blair looked down from the stairwell and gasped. There were hundreds of people here, in wigs and varying outfits. The women were clothed mainly in oversized dresses. The floor was littered with them, and they were all gossiping with some laughing at poorly told jokes.

Both of the young women crossed the floor, getting glances as they made their way over to a not so populated area over by a half open window. Blair glanced around in an amused manner, noticing that every man in here had the same wig on.

"Good day, Elizabeth." A man said. He would be almost great looking if it hadn't been for that ridiculous wig.

'Oh my.' Blair thought to herself. 'Commodore Norrington!'

"It is a great day, Commodore." Elizabeth agreed. Norrington absolutely ignored Blair while checking out Elizabeth with elevator eyes.

'Ew… She's got a fiancé you nitwit.' Blair thought to herself.

"I think this is to be quite a fun night, don't you agree Blair?" Elizabeth asks, trying to ignore him.

"Not as eventful as an adventure with a pirate!" Blair whispered in her ear.

"Excuse me, did you say 'pirate'?" Norrington asked.

"Yes, I believe I did say the word pirate." Blair replied, happily noting his raised eyebrow.

"Mentioning a pirate can mistakenly get you the death penalty here." He said in a fact-of-the-matter way.

"And wearing a wig like that will probably get you the death penalty where I'm from." She replied, giving him a nasty look.

Norrington opened his mouth slightly and slapped her. Not hard, but it made a loud sound. Blair only stared in a '…Heh…. Okay….' sort of fashion. "Talking out of place is not acceptable for any woman." He walked away then, in a cloud of anger.

Elizabeth grabbed Blair and hugged her. "Are you alright? Oh my god! He's been such a jerk lately. I think it's because of me. He wouldn't have dared doing that if her knew who you were, daughter of a commodore and all!" Elizabeth said all this in a hurry, trying to comfort Blair.

"Please," Blair said while smiling. "He hits like a girl!"

.x.X.x. JACK'S POV .x.X.x.

Jack watched the young woman with a smirk on his face. He had been hiding here, at the slightly open window, trying to get Elizabeth's attention to tell her the great news. He couldn't wait to see the look on her face when she found out! That was, until Norrington came over. He had a warrant on Jack's head for the gallows… In fact he had several.

He had watched her be sassy with Norrington and smirked until Norrington slapped her. He felt the rage in him rise and then subside when she said He hits like a girl.

'Tha' girl,' Jack thought' 'Is quite the feisty one.'

Giving up on getting Elizabeth's attention, he now focused on his main love… his rum… Taking a huge swig, Captain Jack Sparrow swaggered off to his second love, 'The Black Pearl'.

.x.X.x. NORRINGTON'S POV .x.X.x.

Norrington walked back to the Governor with the slap still stinging his hand.

"Where is this girl whose hand you've given me in marriage?" Norrington asked Governor Swann, wanting to meet the girl so badly. Ever since he heard that the Governor's niece had come to stay, he had the fleeting hope that he may still marry before he is 35.

"I believe, Commodore," Governor Swann replied. "That she is standing over there, next to my daughter, Elizabeth."

Norrington looks in that direction and sees only the young woman he has just slapped for stepping out of line. "In the yellow?" He asks hoping for a reassuring 'no'.

"Yes, that's her! Beautiful, isn't she?" Governor Swann adds, grinning.

"Very." Norrington replies through his teeth. Then he thinks to himself: 'shit.'

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Yes, I kept the curse word there at the end of that chapter from the previous version. This slapping thing brought about an onslaught of angry reviews, but if you read the previous author note, you'd understand, so no angry ones, okay?

Erg. It's 5 o'clock… I hope I can write my other chapter for my other story today. Wish me luck!

Rachel Sparrow – Yeah, well fine. It might be less if I can get two in a day, but with my other fanfiction it's not likely. Yeah… parts… I rewrote so much of this one, but not noticeably so. I miss the good ol' days when they weren't so specific about their rules.

x0x-PiRaTe-ShIvVeRs-x0x – I so preferred the 'You' one also. I made me feel special! And with how sucky this one is turning out., I might post the original in another place.

DarkAngelPearl – I've always preferred dogs. Hah! My friend had a fanfic where Jack was afraid of cats, like in Ranma ½! Too bad it also got deleted.

Hey! Here's something interesting! Last time around when all of this was first posted, I only got 3 reviews! Hah!