A/N: Sorry it's be FOREVER since I've updated. I'm getting back to writing while also working on YouTube stuff.

Thank you so much to everyone who has reviewed and I hope you enjoy the rewrite more than the original.

A week after washing up on the beach of Port Royal, Coralie let out a tired sigh as she stretched out her legs uncomfortably.

"I'll catch you if you fall, promise," Elizabeth said. Coralie frowned.

"You said that last time and I ended up on the floor," she said. Coralie sat in a chair across from Elizabeth who stood with her arms out.

"You need to keep practicing," Elizabeth insisted.

"My...feet hurt," Coralie grumbled as she glared down at them. She frowned as she moved her toes inside a pair of black shoes. Her feet were sore and stung with every step she took. She could barely put any weight on them anymore.

"I'm sure it'll stop," Elizabeth said with a sympathetic frown. "Sooner or later," she added, softer.

"Can I take these off now?" Coralie asked looking down at the shoes.

"Not yet. We've only got a little while longer before our lessons."

"Today too?" Coralie asked as her eyes widened slightly.

"We have them every day," Elizabeth said with a nod. Coralie let her head fall forward with a quiet groan. "It's for the best."

"If you say so," Coralie said with a slight sigh.

"Maybe tomorrow after our lessons we can go see Will," Elizabeth said, as her eyes lit up.

"Will?" Coralie asked. Elizabeth nodded.

"William Turner. The boy I told you about; the one we saved on the crossing from England," Elizabeth said with an excited smile.

"Oh," Coralie said with a nod.

"We'll take the carriage so you won't have to walk as far."

"Elizabeth, I cannot even walk across the room," Coralie said as she crossed her arms, she tilted her head as she gave the older girl a look.

"You just need more practice."

"We have practiced every day and every night for a week."

"It's the only way you'll get better. We'll take a break tomorrow."

"I thought we were going to see William tomorrow?" Coralie asked as her eyes narrowed. Elizabeth smiled.

"Exactly," she said causing Coralie to let out yet another sigh.

...

"Are you doing all right?" Elizabeth asked as she, Coralie and Elizabeth's maid – who had been the chosen chaperone for the girl's little trip to town – rode in the carriage the next morning.

"Considering the fact you needed to help me into the carriage," Coralie muttered as she looked out the window.

She didn't like Elizabeth having to help her with everything since she'd saved her. Sure Coralie was still getting used to having and using her legs but the older girl had been doting on her every day since. The first time Elizabeth's maid had prepared a bath for Coralie she insisted on helping the girl instead. Of course, that was because the woman couldn't be allowed to see the girl's tail; Coralie knew how to bathe herself, even if she'd never used soap before. She lived in the ocean; she normally had no need for soap.

Her hair had always been wet and when she woke the morning after Elizabeth saved her – besides being momentarily scared about being out of water – she'd found her hair had dried and was rather wavy and tangled. Elizabeth had been excited to brush Coralie's hair but the girl felt like she was being tortured with every pull of the brush.

Being about a year younger than Elizabeth, most of the older girl's clothes fit Coralie. Whatever dresses Elizabeth didn't like anymore, or had grown tired of wearing, were passed down to Coralie. However, there were only so many that she could pass down to her so the main purpose for their trip to town was to get Coralie's measurements and some new dresses made for her.

While Elizabeth had most of her dresses sent to the manor, delivered when ready, Coralie was only the Governor's ward. It wasn't that being the Governor's ward made her less important or treated less than Elizabeth but the tailor had enough on their plate and couldn't manage a trip to the manor for another few weeks. Coralie would manage with the dresses from Elizabeth until then.

After getting Coralie's measurements taken, Elizabeth brought Coralie along to the blacksmith where Will had been taken in while her maid did some of her own shopping. By the time the two girls arrived at the blacksmiths Coralie was limping and Elizabeth had to help her along. Elizabeth opened the door and helped Coralie inside. A clanking sound echoed throughout the room.

"Miss Swann?" The two saw the young boy in an apron, dirt on his face and arms, look up from the metal he had been hitting with a hammer. He smiled seeing the Governors' daughter but looked puzzled upon seeing Coralie. "You're the Governors' ward, correct?" he asked. Coralie nodded.

"This is Coralie," Elizabeth introduced her. Coralie frowned; she could've introduced herself. She took note of all the swords around.

"Who makes these?" she asked.

"Mr. Brown.," William said. "But he's been teaching me how," he said motioning to the sword on the anvil in front of him. As if suddenly remembering he was supposed to be working he quickly grabbed the sword and stuck the blade in the fire behind him, once it was red hot he moved it back to the anvil and hit it a few more times. He smiled down at the blade; it wasn't the best work but William could see the improvement in this sword compared to his last. "What brings you into town?" he asked as he turned his attention back to the two girls, cleaning his hands on an old rag.

"New dresses for Coralie," Elizabeth said with a smile while the younger girl made an annoyed face. Will chuckled when he saw it.

"You don't want new dresses?" he asked. The girl shook her head.

"May I sit?" she asked. William looked surprised but nodded quickly and pulled over a chair for her. He went to grab a cloth to wipe off the dirt but Coralie sat down before he could. She kicked off her shoes and Elizabeth shook her head with a smile. "They hurt." Coralie said to her with a pout.

"No more shoes," Elizabeth said with a nod. "But you need to wear them to get back home." The younger girl continued to pout. She reached down and picked up the shoes before tossing them across the room. "Coralie!" Elizabeth exclaimed with a laugh. The younger girl looked at her innocently before smiling. William laughed as well.

"If your feet hurt that badly I can carry you," William offered. Coralie's eyes lit up but Elizabeth frowned. She opened her mouth to protest when the door opened. In walked Lieutenant Norrington and Will hurried to grab a small armful of swords Mr. Brown had finished sharpening earlier that morning.

"Miss Swann, what are you doing here?" The man asked.

"I wanted Coralie to meet Will," The girl said with an innocent smile. His eyes moved to the younger girl and she smiled slightly.

"Where is your chaperone?" Norrington asked as he turned his attention back to Elizabeth.

"Coralie's feet really hurt, she can't walk anymore today and we've no way to get her back to the carriage," Elizabeth said pretending she hadn't heard the man's question. Norrington sighed with a slight frown and nodded.

"Have you regained any of your memories?" he asked as he walked to the girl. She was momentarily confused before she remembered she was supposed to have amnesia. Coralie shook her head with a small frown. "That is unfortunate," Norrington said before he scooped the girl into his arms. "I hope you remember soon." She gave him a smile.

"Shall I bring these to the barracks, sir?" Will asked.

"Yes, right away," The man said with a nod. He looked to Elizabeth who nodded and followed him out of the blacksmith's. It wasn't until the girls returned home that they realized Coralie's shoes were still at the blacksmith's.

Even as they grew older Coralie despised wearing shoes, whether it was fancy heels for a party or simple flats for around the house. She was always being told to put on shoes, being playfully scolded by Elizabeth most times and occasionally half-heartedly scolded by the Governor. Coralie would rather be barefoot and take off her shoes whenever possible; she would take them off under the table at meals or often say she couldn't find her shoes.

"Coralie, you are fourteen; you cannot continue to lose your shoes like a child," The Governor said with a sigh as a teenage Coralie stood in front of him rocking back and forth on her bare feet. Elizabeth bit her lip to keep from giggling. "I cannot continue to buy new ones if you're only going to lose them." He said shaking his head.

"Would it not be simpler for me to just not wear them?" she asked innocently. The older man let out another sigh as he put a hand on his forehead.

"Father has invited Captain Norrington over for dinner tomorrow night." Elizabeth said as she brushed Coralie's head.

"And?" The girl asked but Elizabeth had noticed her perk up a bit.

"If you would like, I can help you pick out a dress and do your hair for you."

"I'm quite capable of picking out my own dress."

"Don't you want to look nice?" Elizabeth asked with a growing smile.

"For what reason?" Coralie said, pretending she didn't know what the older girl was insinuating.

"Cora, please," Elizabeth said. "I've seen the way you look at him," she said nudging Coralie's shoulder.

"I do not know what you are talking about," Coralie said.

"Whatever you say. You know, you'll have to keep your shoes on," Elizabeth said and chuckled as the girl's shoulders slumped in disappointment.

"It's not like he is here to see me," Coralie muttered.

Coralie climbed up some vines and onto her balcony before opening the doors to her room.

"Where have you been all day?" Elizabeth asked as Coralie entered the room. She stood up from wear she'd be sitting on the bed. "There's dirt on your face, did you fall? Why are you coming in through the window? What are you wearing?"

"One question at a time, Elizabeth," Coralie said holding up her hands. "I did not fall. Well... I did but not in the way you think."

"What do you mean?" Elizabeth asked with a frown. "Why are you wearing trousers?"

"I was getting to that," Coralie said. "William has been giving me lessons..." she said as she walked to her vanity.

"Lessons?"

"Sword fighting lessons," Coralie mumbled.

"Sword-! Coralie!"

"Shhhh!"

"How long have you been sneaking out like this?"

"Only a month... or three," she said quietly. Elizabeth frowned and wasn't very good at hiding the jealous look on her face. "You know I do not see him that way," Coralie assured her as she walked over. "He is like a brother the way you are a sister to me."

"I didn't say anything," Elizabeth said turning her head away.

"How long have I known you?" Coralie asked. "I can see it on your face when you see him."

"You're one to talk," Elizabeth said. Coralie gave the older girl a nudge and she nudged her back with a smile.

"But he does not see me that way," Coralie said her smile fading. "He barely pays any attention to me. You on the other hand..."

"I don't seek his attention," Elizabeth said.

"I know," Coralie said. "But I am just the Governor's ward."

"And he is just a blacksmith," Elizabeth said. They each let out a sigh.