Disclaimer: I don't own Will Turner, Jack Sparrow, The Black Pearl or anything else from POTC. If I did I'd be the happiest person in the world. I own Morgan and all other non-POTC characters, and they may not be used w/o my permission. I'll get off my soapbox now.

A/N: Slight blunder; I didn't realize I had 1800s in the story. This is just a reload, with the correction. Thanks Mlle.Fox, for catching that for me. No idea how I missed it.

Rating: Uh, PG

Chapter One: The Fall

Living in Spain was a wonderful change to Paris; it was greener, their house was bigger and this time right beside the ocean. She loved standing on her balcony, letting the salty ocean breeze blow her dark brown wavy hair wildly around as the sun either rose or set. Her room was situated in the perfect spot; in the morning she only had to look to her right to see the sun rise above the sea, and at evening's time she could look left and see the sun set in all its glory below the horizon. This new house was an old one, from the 18th century, only it had many modern features like electricity and plumbing added. Her room was white, spacious and well lit; the previous owner had skylights added to her room and bathroom. Her father was trying to locate someone who could remove the skylights and repair the roof as close to its original as possible, but in the meantime she enjoyed them. Her floors were all stone, as were the walls in her bathroom, painted in soft light coral and sage greens. The bed was a four-poster with silk sheets and curtains and faced the large granite fireplace with a miniature grandfather clock on the mantle. It was like stepping into the past.

Morgan, her father Lord Francisco and her stepmother Lady Amelia had their first supper in their new home out on the expansive patio. The waves could be heard crashing against the sheer face of the cliff some hundred yards away. Morgan sighed contently.

"Pirates used to sail by here all the time," she commented lightly. "I'll bet there's plenty of sunken pirate ships and navy ships just off our shore."

Francisco laughed. "And who put that notion into your head?"

"Boris, the butler," she answered, perplexed. "He's lived in this town all his life."

"That doesn't mean anything Morgan," her stepmother chastised. "You know common townsfolk like to make up all sorts of stories.

Morgan just rolled her eyes as she took a sip of her wine. Amelia was a pure aristocratic, and still acted like it was the 1600s when people of her background and beliefs were in charge. Her father was much kinder and open-minded; what did he see in Amelia!

"They know more than you do," she muttered under her breath.

"Pardon me?"

"Nothing."

Amelia glared at her stepdaughter, who ate as if nothing had been said, then placed her utensils on her plate and stood up.

"I'll be in the library if either of you two need me for anything, like an apology."

Morgan tried to hide her smile as her stepmother turned and walked back into the house. When she was out of sight, Francisco sighed and gazed at his daughter.

"Why do you always do that to your mother?"

She feigned an innocent look. "Do what?"

"Don't start with that Morgan," he warned her. "Why do you enjoy angering her?"

"I don't enjoy angering her. She just so ignorant and self-centered sometimes, and I'm too blunt for my own good," she explained, finishing off her dinner and her wine.

"That's no excuse Morgan," her father replied. "She's your step-mother, regardless of any faults she has. And I expect you to be a little more respectful of her than you sometimes are."

"Why? I don't owe her anything. And I treat her with the amount of respect she asks for. If she's going to insult people like that, then she deserves the same amount of respect back."

Francisco slammed his fist down. "That is enough Morgan! I won't hear any more of this from you, and I demand that you give Amelia an apology before you go to bed tonight!"

Anger blazing in her eyes, she stood up suddenly and left the table, heading down the staircase from the patio to the grass. Her father watched her go, his anger replaced by a little guilt. She had taken the death of her mother a lot harder than he had, and she still didn't accept the fact that he wasn't replacing her mother with Amelia. If there was anything she had gotten from her mother (besides the hair and the grey-blue eyes) it was her defiant spirit. Neither one would back down from anything they felt they were right about, and would fight it to the day they died unless they were proven wrong, which was always accepted with an amazing amount of grace. Truly watching his daughter made him miss his wife all the more yet filled him with pride at having such a strong-willed daughter. There would be no man who would be able to rein her to his will, that he could be sure of, and in a way he worried less about her. On the other hand, he still bore that fatherly concern of wanting to protect his little girl from the world.

Sighing he stood up, and giving a last glance towards the figure of his daughter, went back inside to attend to the work that sat waiting for him.

Morgan stormed off towards the edge of the cliffs that looked out over just the ocean. Why did her father have to go off and marry that woman! Why did he have to go off and get married at all! It felt like he was just replacing her mother with someone else. She understood that her father had begun to get lonely after a couple of years, and she tried to be as nice as she could to all those ladies he dated, but not this one - and not marriage to her after a year. It was just so…wrong in Morgan's eyes.

She came to the edge of the cliff and stared down, watching the waves crash against the rocks. Pirates had come back to the foremost of her mind, making her smile. Morgan had often daydreamed of what it would be like to be captain of her own pirate ship, sailing freely all over the world and stealing mounds of treasure for herself and her crew. There were probably loads of treasure just under the waves of the sea, but there was no safe way down; the cliffs were too sheer, and the current too strong for anyone to even attempt to dive. So if anything was there, the sea had claimed it forever. Living in those times of the 1600s would have been glamorous as well - riding around in a carriage, living in a beautiful house like theirs only when it was newly built, attending fine ceremonies and marrying a handsome rich man. Either life would have been heaven.

Footsteps sounded behind her, and thinking it to be her father turned around with an expressionless look on her face. That look changed to puzzlement and confusion as she saw a stranger walk up to her.

"This is private property," she spat. "How did you get in?"

"I have my ways," the stranger shrugged.

"Well you had best use those ways to turn around and leave before I get you arrested," she warned him, taking a few steps to her left. The man held up his hands.

"Relax; I'm not here to harm anyone. I'm here to change your life."

Her brow furrowed. "Change my life? How the hell do you plan to do that? And why?"

"It's not getting rid of you stepmother if that's what you're thinking," he smiled coyly. She merely glared in slight confusion as he continued.

"I was blessed with certain powers, and I can use them to change other people's lives if they're willing to have them changed. However, they have to prove themselves worthy of such a gift."

Her face relaxed, considering his words. "I'm listening."

The man took a couple of steps towards her. "Let me be honest with you. I know you would love to live in the sixteen hundreds of this world rather than this year, and there is someone who would love to take your place. I can give you both a life in the different times, but you must prove that you're worthy of this life. Otherwise you remain in your current life."

She had to admit the offer was appealing. She was a woman of that time, not this time. It seemed there was nothing for her here, and a challenge would prove to be exciting.

"So how do I go about proving myself that I deserve this life you're willing to let me have?"

He stepped up so that mere inches were between them. "Do you really want to know?"

"Did you not hear the question I just asked?"

"Fair enough," he agreed, nodding his head. "Then I'll show you."

Before Morgan could even react, the man grabbed her arms and shoved her backwards, off of the cliff and into the crashing waves below.