Eight Years Later

Will, I had found out soon after becoming a close friend with him, was an apprentice blacksmith. While he was being a blacksmith, I became a tailoring apprentice.

It wasn't really my choice to become a tailor, but Will had grabbed my arm one day and dragged me down the the sewing shop and make me get a job.

It wasn't the best of pay, but it was still better than nothing. I also had the satisfaction of a job well done; even if no one would tell me so.

Will and I were both under appreciated in our jobs; whenever when we would deliver the orders people would ask for, they would never thank us but instead ask that our master's know they did a fine job.

The sad part was that both of our master's didn't do anything during the day.

Will's master, Mr. Brown, sat around all day drinking rum while mine, Ms. Spencer, walked around the town all day gossiping with the locals.

But, Will and I liked what we did (minus the under appreciation) and we always did our best; and because of that, the governor of Port Royal had asked Will to make a sword for the upcoming ceremony for the new Commodore Norrington and for me to make a dress for his daughter, Elizabeth Swann.

That was pretty much the reason why Will and I were at the governor's household in the front hall waiting for the governor to come downstairs and pick up his orders.

Will stood behind me, the box which the sword was in under his arm. I was whistling to myself and holding the box which the dress resided in when I loud clang come from behind me.

I turned to find Will, holding a piece of the sconce that he had been studying. He looked around frantically before stuffing the piece into a large vase that held a number of canes and umbrellas.

"Smooth." I said, making him glare at me.

"Ah, Mr. Turner and Miss Livingston. Good to see you, again." A voice said. We both looked up to see Governor Swann walking down the stairs.

Will put on a fake smile and set down his box on the table by the stairs. "Good day, sir. We have your orders."

He opened the case to reveal the sword; Governor Swann took the sword and unsheathed it, looking impressed.

"The blade is folded steel. That's gold filigree laid into the handle." Will explained and the governor examined it.

"If I may?" Will asked him, showing that he wanted the sword. The governor handed it to him and he balanced it on the tips of his fingers.

"Perfectly balanced; the tang is nearly the full width of the blade." With that being said; Will flipped the sword into the air and caught it, presenting it to the Governor.

"Impressive. Very impressive. Commodore Norrington is going to be very pleased with this." He re-sheathed the sword and handed it to Will who put it back in it's case. "Do pass my compliments onto your Master, hmm?"

I saw a flicker of annoyance cross Will's face, but he kept it hidden when he spoke. "I shall. A craftsman is always very pleased to have his work appreciated."

The governor turned to me. "Miss Livington."

I walked to him, opening my box. "The dress you ordered, sir."

He didn't seemed as interested as he did with the sword which I was grateful of; I didn't feel like giving a whole presentation on a dress.

He took the box from my hand and closed the lid. "Ah, very nice. Please tell your mistress she did a fine job."

I had the sudden urge of taking the dress back and ripping it up.

"Of course, sir." I said, hoping my voice didn't sound angry to him.

Sudden footsteps on the stairs made us all look up to see a young woman Will's age with dirty blond hair and brown eyes making her way down them.

"Oh, Elizabeth, you look absolutely stunning." Governor Swann told his daughter.

Elizabeth didn't pay attention to her father's remark but brightened up when she caught sight of Will.

"Will! It's so good to see you! I had a dream about you last night."

I wasn't the only one in the room who's eyes went wide.

"About me?" Will asked her, looking at her in disbelief.

Her father looked uncomfortable. "Yes, well, is that entirely proper for you to-"

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

"How could I forget, Miss Swann?" Will asked, making her smile.

"Will, how many times must I ask you to call me Elizabeth?"

Will was quiet for a moment before answering. "At least once more, Miss Swann, as always."

Elizabeth had a slight look of anger and annoyance but shook it off as her father spoke.

"There. See? At least the boy has sence of propriety. Now, we really must be going." The governor said, walking towards the door.

Elizabeth looked Will over for second. "Good day, Mr. Turner." She said rather stiffly before turning to me and giving me a full smile. "Have a wonderful day, Cassandra."

With that being said, she quickly rushed out the door and followed her father to the carriage. Will rushed out behind her.

"Good day!" He called to her.

Elizabeth was riding away in the carriage when he spoke softly.

"Elizabeth..."