Elizabeth stared ahead of the wall, waiting as patiently as she could…which wasn't very much. Two days had passed since the day she's learned of her pregnancy, and she hadn't been able to keep it off her mind. Her morning sickness had only gotten worse, if that was possible, but she was toughing it out. She would do anything without hesitation, anything, when given the chance to have a child of her own. She knew she was rather young, but that didn't matter all that much to her. She was ready; she could handle it.

She was currently seated outside of an office that she had only been in a few times in her eight years at Port Royal. It was the office of the head of the Royal Navy; the man second-in-command of the town, after the governor. When Beckett had taken over, it had been his office. All she remembered about it was a large map of the world painted on the left wall, and the right wall was entirely windows with one door leading outside to the harbor. She knew that, for she had used that door once to escape the town and the gallows she faced.

Suddenly the office door opened and John came out. He looked down at her and smiled. "Ready to meet the Commodore, Miss?"

Elizabeth's heart gave a little jump at the word Commodore, but then she remembered that James was dead. It couldn't be him. She sighed and nodded. "Yes, I suppose."

"Alright. You're just going to go in and tell him why you were trespassing on the governor's mansion. Also, he's a bit curious about that chest of yours. Might ask you a few questions."

Her head shot up and she stared at him in terror. He noticed and raised his eyebrows. "What?"

"Where is the chest? Does he have it?" He could hear the fear in her voice and instantly his own curiosity of his chest doubled.

"Yes, he does have it. But he didn't give it to you if you ask him. The Commodore's not one to keep things worthless to him."

She could see in his eyes that he was telling the truth, and that lessened the guilt her heart was carrying. "Can I see him now?"

He nodded. "Follow me."

Elizabeth straightened up as she walked through the door, head held high to cover her fear. She could see a man sitting down at the desk apposite where she was standing. She couldn't see his face though because he was looking down at some papers and books. She felt her heart quicken a bit, but tried to hide the terror in her eyes by pouting her lips and pushing her shoulders back. She shouldn't be afraid. She'd faced so many unthinkable things…why was she suddenly so susceptible to foolish emotion?

"She's here sir," John called to the man.

As he looked up from his desk, Elizabeth instantly lost her composure. Her mouth dropped open and her eyes widened a bit. She attempted to speak, but the result was her opening and closing her mouth like a fish. She was in so much shock though, she hardly noticed.

The Commodore himself had a similar reaction to her appearance, but he had a wide smile on his face. Even through all of her dirt and grime, he instantly recognized her. He laughed and shook his head in disbelief. "Well, well, well; if it isn't Elizabeth Swann."

She grinned. "Henry!"

As she rushed over to greet him, John spoke. "Wait, did you say…Swann? As in Elizabeth Swann, daughter of the ex-governor?"

She shrugged meekly. "I told you I couldn't tell you who I was. Like I said, you wouldn't have believed me."

"But you were…dead!"

She laughed. "Well obviously not. I just disappeared."

"What do you mean just disappeared? You act like that's not a big deal. Hundreds of people set out looking for you!"

"Yes, and they wanted to kill me. All the better reason for me to stay hidden. Make people think I was gone for good." She sighed. "But I missed home. And after Beckett died…"

"Wait, how did you know of Lord Beckett's death?"

She hesitated. True, it had been with her help that the tyrant had fallen, but she wasn't about to let that be known. "Word eventually reached my vessel."

"Your vessel? You mean you have a ship?"

"Well…" She frantically looked around the room for a minute before letting her eyes rest on Henry. True, she had not seen him in near four years and things had surely changed, but still she hoped he would back her up as he had so many times in the past.

Henry caught her eye and nodded. He looked over at John and said, "Leave the poor girl alone, John. Let her talk if she wants to, don't make her."

John looked as if he had a million more questions to ask, but he kept his mouth shut. Elizabeth let out a sigh of relief, for she really wasn't up to questioning. She would eventually tell her tale, but first to Henry. He was an old friend after all, one she trusted with her life.

"Henry," she started, "It's so wonderful to see you again. What's it been…three and a half years? Why did you leave Port Royal?"

"I should ask you that too. I've only been back a month or so, but I found out of your disappearance within the first few days. It caused quite a stir apparently."

She shrugged. "I just had to get away for a while. It's a long story that I will tell you someday." Suddenly she remembered the chest, and gave him a pleading look. "Do you have my chest? Can I please have it back? It's all that I've had the past month, and I care about it very dearly."

He creased his eyebrows for a minute, trying to remember. After a minute, he exclaimed, "Ah, that chest. Yes, of course you can have it; I don't want to be a thief." He disappeared for a moment behind his desk and then reappeared holding the Dead Man's Chest. "Here you go."

She gently took it from his grasp and clutched it to her body. Thank God she had it back. "Thank you Henry."

He nodded. "Alright. Well Miss Swann…"

"Actually," she interrupted. "I'm not Miss Swann anymore."

"No?" He sounded surprised…and confused.

She shook her head. "No. I'm married…I think."

He raised his eyebrows. "You think?"

She laughed. "You're right…that does sound rather strange, doesn't it? I meant I'm not exactly sure if it was completely legal."

He continued giving her that strange look, but now he looked a bit amused. "And why is that so?"

Elizabeth sighed. "Well…we had a captain marry us, so that part is legal, but the actual wedding was…"

"Yes?"

She struggled to find the right words. "It's really complicated, and it was complicated…and confusing. The whole thing lasted about three minutes…maybe four with all the fighting and interruptions…"

"What?"

She shrugged meekly. "Like I said, it's complicated."

"It sounds like it."

She nodded. "But yes…I guess I'm married."

"Who's the lucky man?" he asked with a grin. "I think I may know, but…"

"Guess." She smiled. "If your memory is as good as I remember, you should be able to guess."

"Is he a certain young blacksmith that you were always sneaking off to see?"

She blushed. "Not always."

"I knew it. Congratulations Mrs. Turner."

Elizabeth beamed. "Thank you very much."

"Now," he started, "Back to business."

"Business such as…"

"A lot of things. Now that you're back, you can take your rightful place as head of Port Royal."

"What?" She practically shouted it out.

He looked at her amusedly. "Your father was the governor, and now that he has passed, his title becomes yours. Simple as that."

"But I'm a woman," she exclaimed.

"Yes, and I'm a man," he stated with a grin. "I'm glad we've established that."

She gave him a slight punch in the shoulder. "Oh, you know what I mean."

He nodded. "Yes I do. I know it may sound strange to have a woman governing a town, but apparently it's possible." He shrugged. "And we have no one truly running us at the moment."

"Wait…if I'm governor…does that mean that I get my mansion back?"

He nodded. "It's vacant as we speak."

"But I saw burning candles in the windows a few nights ago, and the doors were locked."

"Well of course the doors would be locked," he said as if it were the most obvious thing in the world. "If they weren't, anyone could come waltzing in. And all your things are still in there."

"Really?"

He nodded once again. "Nothing has been moved since your father's death. You should find every room exactly as you left it."

She sighed and smiled gratefully. "Thank you. But about governing…I just don't know if I can."

"I'm sure you can. I know you Elizabeth, don't forget that."

She smiled again. "Yes, I'm afraid you know me too well. But that was then; I'm a completely different person than I was four years ago."

"And how is that so?"

"I shall tell you another day." She started walking towards the door, passing a still stunned John who watched her with disbelief. When she reached the doorway, she turned back to look at Henry again. "As for today, I would very much like to see my home again."

He smiled and nodded. "As you wish, Governor."

(A/N:) Here's chapter 8. I thought it would be kinda interesting to make Lizzie governor...see what happens. I don't really know yet. I'm still working on it ;) Please review if you like the story!! ...or if you hate it. I really don't care.

-Elizabeth