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: Okay, this chapter should be clear of any blunders, but if I missed one let me know.

Chapter Two: Waking up in Port Royal

Morgan groaned and turned in the bed; she felt horrid. Her head felt like it was ready to burst and she was so exhausted. Then her eyes flashed open; how did she get into bed! Had her father seen the strange man approach her, and push her off of the cliff? What was more puzzling was how she survived the fall; the rocks should have killed her. Instinctively she sat up and looked around at the walls, the bed, the furniture, even the strange nightdress she was now wearing. This wasn't her house! This didn't even feel like her time! How far back did she fall?

"Welcome to your challenge," a voice said. Her eyes turned to the foot of the bed where the strange man stood.

"Where the hell am I?"

The man walked to her windows and parted the curtains some, letting in a stream of daylight. "Port Royal, sixteen hundreds. You're the daughter of a man named Governor Swann."

Her eyes widened. "Excuse me! I'm where and who!"

"I thought putting you in a storyline that's mildly familiar might help some," the man continued, ignoring her comment. "Rich, proper young woman who desires something more than the narrow life she's facing. You've actually seen this story before, but regardless of what you remember it will still be a fair struggle."

"How will it be a struggle if I remember most of the story?" she asked, one eyebrow arched. The man smiled.

"Because you'll have the desire to change things, important elements in the story. Do so and not only will you go back to your old life, but you also might get someone killed in the process. It's a delicate process."

She sighed and looked around. "So I'm Morgan Swann now?"

"No," he answered, shaking his head. "You're Elizabeth. And as long as you talk and act like Elizabeth would, no one's really going to notice the difference."

"And where is the real Elizabeth?"

"Pretending to be you. It actually worked out quite nice, since she's wanted to live the kind of life you have, and you've wanted to live the life she has. So as long as you both can pretend to be the other without changing anything drastic, you'll both get what you want," he explained.

A knock suddenly came to the door, as well as a voice.

"Elizabeth, are you awake at all?"

"You're down with sickness for a few days," the man added. "It'll give you some time to adjust before anything happens. I should warn you, Norrington's going to be by to see you often."

Morgan groaned. "Not Captain Norrington."

"Lieutenant Norrington – he hasn't become a captain yet," he said. "Remember – you change anything vital to the storyline and you go back to Spain. Now I'd lie back down if I were you."

She did as he suggested as he left the room of his own means, getting comfortable before answering her 'father'. "Yes, I'm awake."

The door opened, and Governor Swann walked in with a maid and another strange man. The Governor smiled.

"You look a little better this morning," he commented cheerfully. "The doctor has come to see you."

"And how are you feeling today Miss Swann?" the doctor asked. She managed a smile.

"My head hurts some, but otherwise I feel all right."

He nodded, set his bag on the bed and opened it to get at his contents. "Well, let's just do a quick examination then, shall we?"

She nodded, hoping he would have something for the pain. Surely they had some form of painkillers in this day. The doctor went about the usual checks; listening to her heartbeat, her breathing, checking her throat, everything she remembered the doctors doing in her time. After a few moments and murmurs to himself, he packed his stuff back into his back and stood up.

"Her throat looks a little red," he told her father. "Bed rest and tea with honey as well as plenty of liquids should have her up again in a few days. Nothing to be concerned about."

The Governor nodded, smiling. "Thank you for coming by doctor."

"It was my pleasure Governor Swann," the doctor replied walking out with the Governor. The maid, meanwhile, had busied herself with opening up the curtains and airing out the room. She soon disappeared to fetch Morgan some breakfast. It was a luxurous breakfast, much like she was used to at home with some bread, fruit, oatmeal and a muffin with tea to drink instead of orange juice. The oatmeal she didn't eat much of, as was usual for her, but the maid just put it to her 'illness' and said nothing. Everything else she ate, and asked for another tea when the maid took the dirty dishes away. Several minutes later the maid came rushing in excitedly, all the while careful so as not to spill her tea.

"Miss Swann! You'll never believe who's come to see you!"

Morgan sat up excitedly. "Who's come?"

"The Lieutenant!" the maid answered with the same excitement, putting the cup down on the night table. "Lieutenant Norrington. He's downstairs talking with your father Miss, asking if you're well enough to receive visitors."

Morgan leaned back against her pillows, which the maid had immediately set to fluffing and arranging so that they supported her comfortably.

"Do you think my father will tell Norrington that I'm not well enough to see anyone today?"

The maid, now pulling her comforters up some more, turned to look at her. "Are you not feeling well enough Miss? Should I go and tell the Governor?"

Morgan smiled. "No, I'm –"

She didn't get to finish her sentence. In walked Governor Swann, Lieutenant Norrington not far behind outfitted in his uniform. The maid curtseyed to them and walked out of the room. Swann briefly watched her go.

"Elizabeth, the Lieutenant's come to see you. Wasn't that thoughtful of him?"

She nodded. "Yes, of course. How are you Lieutenant Norrington?"

He nodded, bowing slightly towards her. "Quite well this day, Elizabeth. And, you?"

"As well as I can be, considering the circumstances."

Swann looked to one, then the other. "Well, I'll leave you two to yourselves."

They both watched as he left the room, Morgan reaching for the cup on the night table. Norrington went to help her.

"I've got it Norrington," she smiled sweetly. Inside she was grimacing. Why Norrington? Why couldn't it be someone more interesting to talk to?

Norrington blushed slightly. "Forgive me, Elizabeth. I just didn't want to see you strain yourself."

Over a cup of tea? Who do I look like to him! Morgan thought in her mind. She didn't let them show however, and settled back into her pillows. It was going to be a long morning.

Lieutenant Norrington left two hours later, and it was the longest two hours of her life. She was finally able to persuade him to leave when she feigned a sudden headache and insisted she needed some rest. He left her with a kiss to her hand, and the promise of his visit tomorrow.

Oh, joy, she had thought to herself.

Several hours later, around late afternoon, Morgan woke again to the maid busying herself in her room. A fire had been kindled in the fireplace, and the maid was trying to strengthen the flame. Morgan watched the maid's actions until she felt the fire was sufficient enough and stood up to see Morgan awake.

"How was your rest Miss?" she asked, wiping her hands on her apron.

"Good enough," Morgan answered with a smile. The maid nodded and picked up Morgan's now empty cup.

"Mr. Turner was by earlier to see how you were doing."

Morgan sat right up. "Will Turner?"

"Yes Miss," the maid assured. "The Governor told him you were resting, and might not receive any more visitors today. He said to pass on his hello and well wishes." The maid smiled. "I thought you might like to know right away Miss."

Will Turner. Now why couldn't she spend two hours with him? Morgan bit her lower lip in thought. "Is there any way you could go into town, and deliver a message for me to Mr. Turner?"

"I can't Miss," the maid answered regretfully. "But I know one of the others has need to go into town for something."

"Get me some paper and ink please," Morgan urged, to which the maid moved all the quicker. She brought over a quill, an ink pot and a parchment of paper. Luckily, Morgan had taken a calligraphy class with an instructor who was big on quills, so she had some practice using one. She took the objects from the maid, grabbed a book sitting on her night table, and proceeded to write a quick note. When the ink dried, she folded the note up to as small a square as she could and gave it to the maid.

"Give this to whoever it is that has needs to go into town," Morgan instructed. "Bid them not to open it, and give it to Mr. Turner with all haste. And tell no one of this."

"I won't tell a soul Miss. Of that you can be sure," she assured, then took her leave hiding the note up her sleeve. When she closed the door Morgan lay back into her pillows, smiling and thinking of the handsome blacksmith.

Will almost didn't hear the knock at the door as he struggled to finish up an order for Governor Swann, but when he paused to wipe his brow and the knock reached his ears, he immediately put his hammer down to answer it.

It was Emily, a maid in the Governor's house. He had seen her before a few times around town and had exchanged pleasantries many times. He smiled.

"Good day Emily, how are you?"

"Fine Mr. Turner," she smiled. "I wish I could stay to speak with you, but I came by only to deliver a note."

His brow furrowed. "A note?"

Emily nodded. "From my lady. She asked it be delivered with urgency."

She passed the note to a perplexed Will, then looked over her shoulder briefly. "I really must go, but it was nice to see you again Mr. Turner."

He nodded. "Thank you. Good day Emily."

"Good day Mr. Turner."

Emily left as Will turned back into the shop and closed the door. He walked across the room to wash his hands before reading the note, not wanting to mar any of the writing or something. When they were clean, he opened the note and read:

Dear Will,

I was told that you had come by to visit while I
rested. Had I been awake I would have gladly
received your visit. Come by tomorrow, early
afternoon if you are able. I'll be well tomorrow.

Yours Sincerely,

Elizabeth

Will smiled to himself, and made a mental note to visit Elizabeth tomorrow.

A/N: hmmm, something tells me maybe I should have embellished more slightly in some areas. Well, you decide! Review please!