So, I updated! Yay! Unfortunately this will be the last one for about 5 days. I'm going camping, so no computer :- (

So, you'll have to survive until I get back.

Disclaimer: Since I forgot to do these in my last two chapters, this goes for them too. Ahem I do not own Pirates of the Caribbean in any way shape or form. Darn.

Marie pulled Elizabeth far from the gathering, and into the mansion of the party-throwers. Literally dragging her friend, Marie took her up the stairs, down the hall, and into the extremely large library that all rich people seem required to have.

"So," said Marie eagerly, collapsing into an armchair," How is Mr. Turner doing?"

" Gosh! Well at least let me catch my breath!" said Elizabeth in gasps," Corsets are NOT made for running in, Marie"

" I hate them too," Marie smiled," which is why I don't wear mine anymore."

"WHAT?" gasped Elizabeth," How? I want out! How'd you-?"

" Well, I've always been thin," grinned Marie," So I tried not wearing one, and no one noticed. So I just don't use corsets anymore. Now, enough on that. You have your breath back. Tell me about you and Turner."

"Alright, alright!" said Elizabeth, finally regaining normal breathing, "Okay, so I've seen him several times around town. He's usually running an errand or two for that pathetic partner-blacksmith of his. I usually make it a point to say hello, but guess what he does?"

"What?"

"He simply looks away! He won't talk to me! So today, I decided to confront him about it. I mean we've known each other since childhood. If I hadn't seen him floating in the water all those years ago he'd be dead! I at least deserve to be treated cordially!"

"Ah, so what did you do?" asked Marie, thoroughly enjoying this. She loved hearing about Lizzie's struggle with Turner.

"Well, just this morning I marched right up to him when I first saw him in town, and asked why he wouldn't speak to me. And do you now what he said? He said that he was afraid to talk to me! So I asked him why, because that's certainly not the answer I wanted to hear! And he said-" she paused for dramatic effect," he said I was too pretty, and, and that he was afraid he wouldn't be able to speak properly from staring instead!" Elizabeth almost shouted the last part, and Marie jumped up and down and hugged her.

"That's wonderful!" cried Marie," When will you see him next?"

"Tomorrow," replied Elizabeth, smiling extremely wide. " My father hired him to make Norrington a sword for the ceremony. Did you know Father still wants me to marry that man? But I can't marry him! I love Will!"

Marie just nodded sympathetically at this, as every friend should. Even though she thought her friend could do much better than Will Turner, she knew Lizzie well enough to know that she would never change her mind about him, no matter how much people tried to persuade her in other directions.

"I just don't see," Elizabeth continued," I don't see why I need to marry whoever my father tells me too, even if he would make a great husband. Norrington is a good man, I don't deny that. But-"

It can be put on record that Elizabeth screamed. Marie just jumped. Honestly. She only jumped. There was another loud crash from outside the open window of the library. Elizabeth screamed again. Marie jumped. Again.

When she had finally regained her composure, Marie slowly walked to the window and peered down cautiously.

There, hanging onto the windowsill (remember, they're on the second story), was a pirate. She knew immediately it was a pirate. The beads in his hair, and the brand on the arm holding onto the window ledge were enough indication for her. As she watched, his compass fell, creating another crash. Several heads were turning from the lawn where the party was, men were moving towards the window, looking for the source of the noise. Just a bit longer and the man would be caught doing whatever it was he had been doing.

His brown eyes met hers, pleading for her help, and she responded by reaching out her hand and pulling him in the window (with some help from Elizabeth). When he was finally inside, he looked up at her to thank her (she assumed), and in that very instant, Marie figured out her first opinion on pirates: they are absolutely gorgeous!

All right, so I might've put some of my own opinions in there. But I'm the writer. So I can do that. Muahahaha! Like it? Review! Review! Review!