A/N: Welcome to chapter two of my Pirates of the Caribbean fanfic! I hope I am doing okay…? Lol, please tell me how I am going

Disclaimer: I do not own Pirates of the Caribbean no matter how much a wished I did.

Chapter Two:

Will awoke with a start. That dream again! He rolled out of bed and rubbed his hands over his face tiredly. What a horrible sleep! He eyed the dresser across from his bed in his tiny one-windowed bedroom and slowly got to his feet. Opening the top draw and removing the few dusty books, he gazed down at the dusty golden pirate medallion he had taken from the girl he loves just eight years ago. Picking it up and dusting off the dust covering it, he stared at the intricate detail of a skull and crossbones on the medallion.

The young man sighed to himself. Yes, he did feel slightly guilty for taking it from the young girl at the time, but how could she be a pirate? She was too young and innocent (that he knew of) to be someone like that!

Without a second thought, Will slung the golden chain over his head so the round piece of gold hung around his neck easily. He tucked it under his white shirt and put a brown coat over it to give it more coverage.

He sighed once more. Time to get to work…

Elizabeth's brown eyes shot open at the dream she just had. It was about the day her and Will Brown had first met. They had been close friends ever since. She got to her feet and looked in the mirror, frowning. I look horrible, she thought to herself, but instantly scolded herself, for she had just woken up. You can't expect yourself to look good when you've just woken up!

Suddenly, there was a knock at her door. 'Elizabeth!' More knocking. She gasped as she knocked over a lamp whilst chucking on her night-gown. 'Are you all right? Are you decent?' her adoptive father, Governor Swann, called through the door.

'Yes. Yes!' she called back, buttoning up her gown.

Her father and two maids walked in hastily. 'Still abed at this hour?' he scolded her jokingly. She smiled delightedly as one of the maids opened the curtains and windows of her room, the warm breeze and bright sunshine shining through. 'It's a beautiful day today… I have a gift for you,' Governor Swann told her with a small smile. One of the maids handed him a box, and he beckoned for Elizabeth to open it.

She did so, and smiled ecstatically. 'Oh! It's beautiful!' she cried, pulling out a beautiful golden dress.

'Isn't it?' he agreed, glad that she liked it.

Suddenly, she paused. 'May in inquire as to the occasion?'

'Does a father need an occasion to dote upon his daughter?' he replied with a snicker.

She, and the two maids, made their way behind her dressing wall, where they proceeded to undress Elizabeth.

'Actually, I um, had hoped you would wear it for the ceremony today,' he admitted almost awkwardly, looking out the window sheepishly.

'Ceremony?'

'Captain Norrington's promotion ceremony,' he informed her.

She poked her head around the side of the dressing wall, 'I knew it!'

'Commodore Norrington, as he's about to become. A fine gentleman, don't you think? He fancies you, you know,' he hinted hopefully.

Elizabeth gasped aloud as the corset the maids were making her wear was tightened.

The Governor looked in the direction of his daughter in concern. 'Elizabeth? How is it coming?' he called.

'It's difficult to say…' she managed to choke out.

'I'm told it's the latest fashion in London,' the Governor defended himself, slightly offended.

Elizabeth rolled her eyes. 'Well, the women in London must've learned not to breathe..!' she complained, taking a deep breath.

He just smiled on, knowing that she will be just fine, when a butler walked into the room. 'Milord you have a visitor,' he informed, and the Governor made his escape.

Will Brown stood in the front room of the massive mansion belonging to the Governor and his lovely young daughter. After breaking a candle in the doorway, he had decided to stand there normally trying to hide away any distractions whilst he waited for the Governor to make his way down to see him.

'Ah, Mr Brown, good to see you again,' a voice announced from the stairs. Governor Swann greeted Will formally, and he stepped forward almost shyly, but also being formal.

'Good day sir. I have your order,' he said timidly, placing a long black case on a nearby table. He opened the case, taking out a sword.

The Governor unsheathed the perfect sword to admire it. 'The blade is folded steel. That's gold filigree laid into the handle. If I may?' Will explained, and held out his hand, offering to take the sword. He balanced it on his hand, 'Perfectly balanced. The tang is nearly the full width of the blade,' he muttered, almost to himself. He was pleased with his own work! He flipped the sword in the air and presented it gracefully to the Governor.

'Impressive. Very impressive,' he praised the young man. 'Commodore Norrington is going to be very pleased with this. Do pass my compliments along to your master.'

Will just nodded and smiled.

Footsteps were heard from the stairs nearby and both men looked up to see a beautiful looking Elizabeth descending the stairs elegantly.

'Oh, Elizabeth! You look absolutely stunning!' her father cried proudly.

Ignoring her father, she looked down at Will. 'Will! It's so good to see you!' she gushed, rushing down the stairs, focusing on not tripping on her skirts. She finally approached the two men and smiled brightly. 'I had a dream about you last night,' she told him, unashamed.

'About me?' the young blacksmith whispered shyly.

'Elizabeth. Is that entirely proper for you to…?' the Governor tried to say but she cut him off, still only talking to Will.

'About the day we met, do you remember?' she asked.

Will was shocked that they had both had the same dream last night. He was even stuttering again! 'H-how could I forget Miss Swann? I did save you,' he replied with a small smile.

Elizabeth smiled kindly. 'Will, how many times must I ask you to call me Elizabeth?'

Aware of the presence of her father, he just murmured, 'At least once more Miss Swann. As always.'

She frowned to herself, but before she could say anything more, her father finally butted in. 'There, see? At least the boy has a sense of propriety. Now, we really must be going,' he announced, handing her a parasol. Her and Will exchanged glances, and she made way to leave with a 'Good day Mr Brown,' and left with her father.

'Good day… Elizabeth,' Will called after her softly, smiling at saying her name. He was so in love!

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