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A loud knock on the door jolted me awake. My eyes flew open, and I gasped for air, glancing around wildly. Closing my eyes again, I took a deep breath. I was in my room, and sunlight was streaming in through a crack in the curtains. I was in Port Royal, Jamaica, in the house of the Governor. He had taken me in after picking my cousin and I up from the wreckage of our ship, and insisted on me calling him my adopted father.

The knock sounded again. "Myra? Are you awake?" Governor Weatherby Swann, or Father as I had come to view him, asked through the closed door.

I groaned and shoved my face back into the pillow, my dream coming back to me in full force. It was of the crossing over to England, ten years previous. It had been so realistic, as if I had been there once again...

The door open and closed, and my maid Lydia came into my view. She pulled back the curtains, revealing another beautiful day in sunny Jamaica. "Rise and shine, Miss Myra! Your father is waiting."

I groaned again and rolled over. "Why must I get up?"

Lydia bustled over and pulled back my covers, laying out a robe for me to wear. "Captain Norrington's promotion ceremony is today. Best to get ready for it!"

I sat up, my dark hair mussed and sticking out everywhere. "He's only after my sister's hand in marriage. Why must I go? Every time I'm near him it ends up badly. It's not my fault I accidentally spilt soup all over his brand new navy coat three years previous..." Despite my grumbling, I climbed out of bed and pulled the robe on, pulling my hair free.

Lydia opened the door to reveal my foster-father. "Not still asleep?" he asked in mock suprise, chuckling. "I must go wake your sister after this, but I wanted to give you a gift." He held out a parcel, and I took it, smiling excitedly.

"Oh, Father, you didn't have to!"

"I wanted to, though. Go on, open it!"

Needing no further urging, I tore open the paper to reveal a light blue dress. "It's my favorite color!" I picked it up, admiring it for a second. It didn't need a corset, and still allowed for free movement. Although I felt uncomfortable in dresses, I knew that this one would be easy for me to wear, and I was touched by the thought that went into the choosing. I hurriedly enveloped the Governor in a hug. "Thank you!"

He chuckled and patted my back. "I'm sure you'll look wonderful in it." He walked towards the door. "I'll see you downstairs once you're dressed. We shall be leaving soon." He closed the door and Lydia waited until I changed into the dress to help me tame my hair. After bickering for a moment with her, she styled it in an elegant bun.

"The back of your neck will be burned," Lydia scolded, not resisting a final word.

"But if I don't have it up, it'll keep blowing in my face," I pointed out. "It's easier to manage like this. Besides, I don't burn easily."

Knowing that there was no budging me on this, she grudgingly finished and shooed me from the room. I left, grinning. I didn't mind Lydia's forwardness at all, and I welcomed it from the manner of the rest of the servants there. She and I were both careful not to show this in front of my adopted father, though. He wouldn't approve.

I walked silently down the stairs, but I was the first one ready. To my delight, my cousin Will was already there, a sword box under his arm as he examined a sconce. As I approached, he reached out a hand to touch it, but one of the candles broke off. Horrified, he glanced around. When he saw me, he blanched.

"Quick!" I whispered, trying not to laugh. "Into the umbrella stand!" The sound of feet was coming closer.

Will dropped it in the stand, just in time. The butler walked through carrying a tray. I laughed at Will's relieved expression and quickly embraced him. "I'm sorry I couldn't make it yesterday for my lesson. Father kept me busy with Lydia. Poor girl, she tried to refine my sewing." I scowled at the memory. "The amount of times I pricked my finger..."

"I would have liked to see that," Will said in good humor. "It's alright. I spent yesterday putting the finishing touches on the commodore's sword."

"Will, that sword did not need finishing touches," I said, grinning. "It's absolutely perfect."

Our conversation was put on hold as Father came down the stairs. "Ah, Mr. Turner! Good to see you," he said, striding over to where Will and I were standing.

"Good day, sir," Will replied politely, walking forward and setting down the thin, black sword box onto a table. I tuned them out as I wandered over to the window, looking out over Port Royal. It was a beautiful day, but I knew that it was going to be hot. Really, what day here wasn't? I turned back to the Governor and my cousin in time to catch the end of the conversation.

"Do pass my compliments on to your master?" I looked to see the sword that Will had spent the past weeks slaving over being handed back to him. I felt a rush of sympathy for him.

Will buckled the sword back into its case, a forced smile on his face. "I shall. A craftsman is always pleased to hear his work is appreciated."

"Well, I think the craftsman who made this blade is an absolute genius," I spoke up cheerfully, sending a grin Will's way. He beamed back gratefully.

The three of us looked up at the sound of footsteps. Elizabeth was coming down the stairs. She was gorgeous, of course, in a floral dress with a matching bonnet and fan. "Oh, Elizabeth, you look absolutely stunning!" Governor Swann said fondly.

Elizabeth smiled at her father before catching sight of my cousin. "Will!" she exclaimed, making her way down the stairs. "It's so good to see you!" I snickered to myself at the stunned look on Will's face. For as long as we've been here, he's been absolutely smitten with her. I've had to endure so many lovesick rants over the years.

"I had a dream about you last night," Elizabeth continued, coming to stand next to me.

"About me?" Will asked softly. Any moment now he was going to pass out from happiness.

Father gave a nervous chuckle. "Elizabeth, is that entirely proper-"

"About the day we met," Elizabeth said, cutting off her father. "Do you remember?"

I looked at her, surprised. I wanted to tell her that I had the same dream, but I didn't want to ruin the moment between them.

"How could I forget, Miss Swann?" Will's eyes were shining, and I turned to face the window, trying desperately to hold in my laughter. Luckily, no one noticed.

"Will, how many times must I ask you to call me Elizabeth?" I could hear the amusement coloring her tone. Please don't let him say something stupid to ruin the moment...

"At least once more, Miss Swann, as always," Will managed to reply.

...like that.

My adopted father breathed a sigh of relief. "There! See? At least the boy has a sense of propriety. Now, we really must be going." He handed Elizabeth a parasol, and motioned to me. "Come along, Myra. Into the carriage!" Trying not to reprimand him about talking to me like a child, I started walking towards the door, waving to Will.

"I'll see you later, cousin!" As we climbed into the carriage, I saw Will bound out of the house and look after us wistfully. Elizabeth stared firmly ahead, closed off, and I sighed, turning my gaze to the window. Looks like I'll have to play matchmaker.

A/N

Hello again! I'm sorry that this is rather short. I planned for it to be longer, but decided that it would have been too long. It took me a while to get around to editing this, but since the next chapter is already written, Chapter 2 should be up shortly!

Thank you to my two reviewers!

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~SirAvery