Author's Note: This is in the 3rd person POV. And it's not a flash back; it's more of a meanwhile. Thanks to Vinhson for always helping with the re-wording and stuff like that.

Thanks to EVERYONE for all of the great reviews, keep them coming! Seriously, it makes my day whenI get to read a good review. I guess that's just part of being a writer: the feeling that you get when you know that you're doing a good job by hearing aboutit from someone else. It's kind of like what Orlando Bloom said in Pirates of The Caribbean: "A craftsman is always pleased to hear his work is appreciated."

Anyway, you didn't come here to listen to me ramble. On with the story!

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There was something different about this morning. Something not quite right, but the governor shook the thought from his head and went down the stairs to breakfast. Greeted by the faces of his wife and daughter he took a seat. But someone was missing.

"Rebecca, have you seen Solia today?" He asked his wife.

"She hasn't come downstairs yet?"

"She probably overslept. The lazy bum."

"April, don't talk about your sister like that." Her mother stated flatly. Solia did have a tendency to oversleep, but the fact didn't need to be brought up.

They enjoyed their breakfast: sausage and eggs, fresh fruit and muffins. She had to oversleep, and miss it. Her father thought. He enjoyed the time that he spent with his family, and almost regretted that it would soon come to an end. Solia was going to marry the Commodore in a week. She's going to have to learn to get up in the mornings if she's going to be a good wife.

"This is ridiculous. Jessica, could you go wake Solia up please." His wife was fed up with her; she should be to breakfast on time. No excuses.

"Right away miss." Jessica replied and went upstairs. "Miss Mederas?" No reply. She knocked on the door again. "Miss Mederas, breakfast has been on the table for a good quarter of an hour. Your mother wanted me to wake you up." There was still no answer. So she decided to open the door. "Miss?" But to her surprise she wasn't in the room. She went downstairs and checked the drawing room and the library, her father's office. I'll check the servant's quarters. Lord knows she visits that Johnny more then she visits her own mother. But she wasn't to be found. She returned uneasily to the dining room to tell the governor. "Sir, I can't find Miss Solia anywhere."

"Did you check her balcony?" She liked to look out at the sea, and dream of the freedoms she could have if she wasn't herself. The freedoms she could have if she was someone else.

"I looked everywhere sir." The panic apparent in her voice.

"Are you absolutely certain?"

"Yes sir." Solia had protested to some degree about the wedding, but her father had thought nothing of it…until now.

His wife got up and looked for her, and April went back to her room. Maybe she was in there, she was always borrowing things from her.He sat there at the table, a blank look on his face until another servant interrupted him.

"My lord you have a visitor." Oh great. Who could that be? He was usually happy when there was company, but today was different. He got up from the breakfast table and went into the foyer. Commodore Norrington went straight to business, no greeting or anything.

"Sparrow's gone missing. His cell was empty this morning. We've sent the guards looking around the city, but no one has found him yet."

"He's not the only one that's gone missing." Norrington looked back at him confused.

"Governor, what are you talking about?"

"No one can find her." Norrington knew immediately whom he was speaking about. It was the woman he was going to marry, it was Solia.

"Did you check the beach?" He knew that his fiancé had liked to wander the beach; she liked the feel of the sand; the sounds and smell of the ocean. This worried him. Pirates take pleasure in the sea as well. I hope she doesn't turn to piracy like Elizabeth. When he thought about Elizabeth Swann he did so with disgust. She had left him for a blacksmith. They had gotten married and accompanied Jack Sparrow. The worst pirate of them all. I should have had his head years ago, and now he's run off with another woman, and not just any woman. It HAD to be my fiancé.

"We've sent one of the servants to look for her."

"Which one did you send? It wasn't Johnny was it?" Everyone in Port Royal knew about her friendship with Johnny. He was the brother she never had. Her father knew that, but some people didn't think that. Some people, Norrington included, thought that there was something more between them. Truth being, that Johnny actually had a thing for her sister. No one knew though, except Solia.

"No." But the governor hadn't thought to ask Johnny about Solia, not until the commodore had mentioned it. "Would you excuse me for a moment? You can wait in my office, unless you'd like to help the officers search for Sparrow."

"There's something more I need to speak to you about, I'll wait in the office."

The governor had promised her to Norrington, his wife had also agreed. The commodore was a good man, if not a bit strict. The only person that hadn't agreed was his daughter. With her gone, he was now having second thoughts. He didn't know that the marriage would set him at such unease. Now he wasn't sure that he wanted this marriage. I was sure when I promised her. He wasn't sure if he wanted the commodore as her husband. He didn't want him to make love to his daughter. He couldn't see his little girl marrying him, her innocence being shattered. He wanted her to stay his little girl forever. It is unavoidable though. She's already promised. And a promise is a promise. He shook the thought as he went into the servants' quarters.

Johnny had awoken to find the letter under his door. He read it and smiled. She did it. She ran away. I can't say that I'm not proud of her, but I'll miss her. A knock on the door interrupted his thoughts, and he hid the letter deep in the pocket of his vest before he went to open the door.

"Good morning Governor Mederas." Although the look on the governor's face told him otherwise. "What's wrong?"

"Solia's gone missing."

"What?" He asked in disbelief. He could be quite the actor when he wanted to.

"Do you know where she is?"

"What…what are you talking about?"

"You know damn well what I'm talking about Johnny now answer the question! If you know anything about my daughter please tell me now!" The governor yelled at him.

"I swear to you sir. I know nothing. I didn't even know that she was missing until you told me. I promise you." The governor's face softened a bit. He had known Johnny since he was a lad, and he had always been able to trust him. "I'm sorry."

"Yes." He paused. "I am too." He said as he left the room. He went back into his house, to the office where Commodore James Norrington waited for him. He sat down in his chair and stared down at the papers on his desk. He could see them, but he did not know what they said. Everything was a blur to him. One thing was clear. Inescapably clear. "Commodore, do you think that it's possible that she left with Sparrow?"

"The thought never crossed my mind." He looked towards the governor, horror filling his eyes. "Though it is possible. What leads you to believe that?" The governor looked up slowly from his desk.

"Because if she was anywhere in Port Royal she would be home by now."