A/N: And over a year later, I'm back with an update. Aren't you proud? I hope you enjoy this, I'm fairly proud of it myself. Please review and let me know what you think.

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Oh this was very bad. I gripped my sister's hand and pulled her up the stairs with me. Two of the pirates followed us: the fat one that shot the butler and a taller skinny one that looked awkward.

We hid inside the room I had been in locked the door. The maid hiding there nearly scared us to death.

"They've come for you!"

"What are you talking about? Why would they come for us?"

"You're the governor's daughters."

Once again my sister and I shared a look.

"Stay here, once you get the chance run to the fort." Elizabeth looked pointedly at us both.

"What about you? I won't leave without you."

"I'll be right behind you."

The door rattled and we all jumped. Elizabeth ran to the bed and pulled out the foot warmer tucked under the covers. As soon as the fat pirate burst through, his face was introduced to said warmer. He collapsed and the skinny awkward one took his place, grabbing the handle above Lizzy's head.

I pushed the maid out of the room when the warmer spilled the hot coals on the pirates face. As soon as he stepped out of the way, I pulled my sister out of the room and to the stairs. The lanky, awkward pirate jumped in front of us as his cohort came up behind us.

How we managed to get past them is still beyond me, and so is how I managed to get out of the mansion while Elizabeth had managed to get left in it.

Once I realized that she was not with me, let alone even following the maid and me, I tried to go back to get her but the maid was a lot stronger than she appeared to be and ended up dragging me in the opposite direction of the mansion and towards the fort. The run became a blur, my vision obscured by tears that didn't clear away until the maid let go of my hand and gave me over to the embrace of Commodore James Norrington.

He took off his blue coat and draped it over my shoulders. I hadn't realized how cold it was until then. My mind was blank, my entire body numb as he led me to the safety of his office where my father was. I can't even remember what happened after that, or how I ended up staring off into the distance at the top of the fort the next morning where I'd been standing less than twenty four hours earlier.

Someone draped a blanket over my shivering shoulders and a cool breeze froze the tears on my face.

"You should not be up here alone," the deep chocolate voice of the Commodore echoed in my ears.

"Perhaps not, but it's the only place I can be that doesn't look as though a hoard of bloody pirates tore through it."

He winced at my words.

"Forgive me, I did not mean to offend you. I was raised in a different time. Please excuse me." I turned to leave.

"Do not go." His quiet words held me in place. "I know it is improper of us to be so alone together, but humor me."

"Okay." I turned back, looking out to the sea.

Moments of silence stretched between us, but strangely, they weren't awkward. They were comfortable, listening to the breeze dance across the stone walls and watching the sun rise.

"Miss Swann, please pardon my curiosity, but how did you come to bear such marks of violence?"

I flicked my eyes to him, looking up at his face. There were lines of worry creased onto his brow, and pain etched on his countenance. With a deep breath, I looked back to the sea again. "I was dating a man-engaged recently to him. I went out with some friends for dinner, and they brought their partners with them, including another man claiming to be one of their cousins." I sighed heavily, glaring out at the open water. "He kissed me, even though he should have known I was engaged to be married. When my fiancé found out, he became furious. And he ended up taking it out on me. His last blow that could have killed me sent me back here. Where I belong."

The Commodore inhaled sharply. "He raised a hand against you?"

I nodded, not wanting to bad mouth Josh but given recent circumstances… "Yes, he did."

Before he was able to reply, and ensign came running up behind us. "Commodore Norrington sir! The Governor and captains are ready for you."

"Thank you Ensign."

The younger man nodded and ran off again.

"Shall we? I am about to discuss our next move in rescuing your sister."

I nodded, a small needle of pain piercing my heart as I took his arm and let him lead me away from our small niche of peace.

. . .

I watched from the back of the small platform as my father and the Commodore looked over a chart of the oceans. The blanket James had given me earlier was still wrapped tightly around me. It was rather curious that it had a scent that smelled very similar to him. Him with his smooth voice and hazel eyes.

Listen to me, I sound like a teenage girl going crazy over Justin Bieber while my sister is missing. I knew from the end of the last movie I'd seen that she lived through it, but in what condition? I snuggled deeper into the blanket trying not to think about it but suddenly being unable to move it from my mind. Everything was racing so fast; being reunited with my family, having it ripped apart once again, having some strange obsession with the Commodore, falling out of an engagement, and also trying to keep all my emotions from bubbling over and just wanting to roll around the floor flailing with anger, frustration, depression, and infatuation.

Almost an hour passed of the Commodore, my father, and the men under the Commodore's command going back and forth between each other to try and determine the best way to find and rescue my sister. I leaned against the wall, looking out past the damaged houses and buildings to the sky, keeping the blanket securely around my shoulders.

It was only a few moments later that a young man, a few years younger than me, came running up with a hatchet and sword at his belt. His hair was a dark brown, nearly black, and he had a mustache like Carry Elwes and a small goatee.

"They've taken her! They've-Elizabeth." He saw me then and was stunned. "Elizabeth you escaped."

"Close, but not quite." I pushed off the wall and made a small curtsey. I felt everyone's eyes on me. "I'm her older twin sister, Eleanor."

His face fell and the hope in his eyes faded. "William Turner." He quirked a small smile and bowed his head over my hand before turning back to the military men. "We have to go save her."

"Mr. Turner I assure you, we are doing everything within our power to save my daughter. If you have any information about her whereabouts please feel free to share them now." My father was pacing anxiously around the small platform.

"But we have to save her! Every minute we stand here they get farther and farther away! Find out where the ship makes berth! Ask Jack Sparrow!"

"Mr. Turner we do not need help from a pirate to save one of our own. We are doing everything we can," James calmly replied without lifting his gaze from the charts.

"That's not good enough!"

I jumped as Will slammed the hatchet into the chart and table in front of the Commodore. My heart skipped a beat as I noticed how close it had come to James' hand.

James sighed and easily removed the weapon from the table, not quite handing it but not quite shoving it back at Will as he gave him a steeled gaze. "Mr. Turner, you are not a naval man, nor are you a military man. You are a blacksmith." Quietly he continued, "Do not think for one second that you are the only one who has feelings regarding Elizabeth's capture."

I turned away as Will left and continued to watch the sky, ignoring the pain in my chest. Because no, no I didn't have any feelings for the Commodore. Anything I felt towards him, any attraction or want that manifested in my mind and heart whenever I looked at him was strictly platonic and only came about because of the shock from yesterday's escapade.

Maybe if I told myself that enough I would actually believe it.