Disclaimer: I do not own any of the Pirates of the Caribbean or Titanic, characters, storylines, anything…

Author's Note: I want to do something different related with Pirates of the Caribbean so I took watching Titanic and made up my own storyline with Pirates…lol…you'll understand once you read. Enjoy…

Chapter 1: Grandest Ship

It was the evening before the newest, grandest ship was to set out on the ocean from Liverpool, England. The Titanic was said to be a 'ship of dreams' and that 'God himself could not sink the ship'. Elizabeth Swannwas a skeptic in the matter, but preferred to keep both feet on solid ground, at least that is what she'd been taught her entire life.

Her father, Weatherby Swann, was the owner of the company who had built the marvelous ship, the White Star Line Company. He had been planning to aboard the ship with his daughter to live over in America and branch the company out further in the ports of New York.

Coming along with them in hopes of courting the lovely Elizabeth, was a businessman named James Norrington who was going to run the offices of the new White Star Line building in New York.

One of Elizabeth's life-long friends was to come along as well who also happened to be her father's personal assistant, otherwise known as "valet", who's name was William Turner.

"We are to wake up quite early than?" Elizabeth asked her father as she went up the steps of their grand mansion to sleep in her bed one last time before traveling to the Americas.

"Yes, quite early." Her father nodded, handing some papers over to William as he and Mr. Swann finished up the last minute preparations for their excursion.

William looked up at the staircase as he heard Elizabeth's familiar voice speak softly in her usual tone that suggested she was tired. He smiled, not realizing he was as Mr. Swann looked back at him raising an eyebrow with a stern look. Luckily, he hadn't understood what Will was smiling about.

That night Elizabeth made sure to write one last entry in her diary to record her last day in England.

Dear Diary,

Being that it is my last day here, in the place of my birth, I would give one last entry to you of my recent troubles.

I've fallen into a spiral of emotions, incapable of really having any at this point. My father wishes me to marry the one, James Norrington, a business tycoon from America, who has been here working with my father on some financial issues for the White Star Line company for the past few months. I have met the man, and any women can easily say he's handsome and a good match for someone like me. However, as you know I'm a romantic type person and believe that love should be involved when giving my heart to someone. How can I marry him, when in actuality I don't believe my heart points to him? I only wish to make my father happy, and he's asked my consent on the matter, but after everything my father has done for me…I feel like I would let him down to say 'no'. I currently have no answer for my father, or Norrington. I guess this is a decision that will take quite a while and will not be answered in just a few hours time.

Thank you for listening, once again, to my thoughts.

Sincerely,

Elizabeth Swann

Shortly after writing the entry she slipped into a deep sleep until morning when she was awaken by a housemaid.

"Its time to get up miss, or you'll miss your ship." The housemaid quickly said, pulling out the last set of clothes in Elizabeth's closet and setting them on a chaise lounge in front of her window, "Your clothes are ready now."

Elizabeth got up slowly, rubbing her eyes and watching the light shine through the window, "What a beautiful morning." She mentioned sliding out of the bed.

Before much else could be said, the housemaid came up from behind Elizabeth and pulled off her nightgown quickly placing the bodice and other clothing pieces upon Elizabeth's body, helping her to dress.

Downstairs, everyone was already loading everything into the carriages. As Elizabeth came down she was quickly joined by Will.

"Good morning, Will. I see you're making ready for the trip across the ocean. You can't tell me you're excited, are you?" she asked curiously, making it to the bottom of the stairs.

"I guess you can say it's quite a new experience for me, and I love trying new things" Will plainly stated, watching as Elizabeth rolled her eyes.

"It won't be exciting seeing as how we have to endure most of the trip in meetings, royal dinners, and quintillions, unless, these things interest you." She replied, giggling.

The sweet giggles made William blush as he walked with her toward the front door, "Only if I can enjoy your company each time Ms. Swann."

Will's remark made Elizabeth blush but look back at him quickly at the title he had given her, "How many times must I tell you to call me Elizabeth?"

"Just once more, Ms. Swann, as usual." Will replied, as Mr. Swann approached.

"See, at least the boy has a sense of propriety." Mr. Swann said as he had heard the last part of the conversation.

Elizabeth quickly turned at the sound of her father's voice as he pasted her out the front door and into the carriage. She followed, as Will did behind her as they both entered the carriage outside.