A/N: I've been sort of inspired the past couple days which is the reason for the relative speed of these updates. I can't promise that this will continue but I will say that reviews definitely help the inspiration to write. So please tell me what you think.

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Without further ado… ladies and gentlemen, children and pirates…Chapter 9.

The day of the ball dawned bright, warm and sunny, like most days on the Caribbean island of Port Royal. Rebecca woke early and wandered out on to the balcony of her room. She enjoyed the warm sun and slight breeze knowing that the rest of the day would be busy and she would have little time to herself. Leaning against the railing she had a flashback of the last time Jack Sparrow saved her life. A small smile graced her lips and before her thoughts could travel further down the timeline she turned and went back to her room to prepare for the day.

That morning and early afternoon Becky spent helping Jeni hang decorations, helping Will rearrange furniture and calming Lizzie down so she didn't have a full blown panic attack.

At half past five Lizzie came down the stairs to find Becky in the foyer.

"Honey you need to go get ready. The guests will be here in a half hour."
"I know Lizzie. Just a last minute touch." She placed two dozen or so red and white roses into a vase on the round table in the middle of the foyer. After arranging them so they sat right Becky headed upstairs to get ready for the party.

Once she was in her room Becky stripped out of her work dress down to her undergarments. She picked up the elegant gown that Jeni had laid out on her bed for her. Holding it up in front of her she looked at her reflection in the full length mirror. After examining herself for a moment she laid the dress back on the bed and moved to the wash basin on her dresser. She heard voices downstairs and assumed guests had started to arrive. She splashed her face with the cool water then patted it dry with the towel lying next to the basin. She sat down at the vanity table and prepared to fix her hair. Jeni came in then to help Becky.

A good thirty minutes later Becky examined her hair in the mirror. Using a heated metal rod Jeni had managed to get curls into Rebecca's long thick hair. She had then tied the curled mass back with Becky's red satin ribbon in a bow at the base of her head. Jeni then helped Becky into her corset and gown. She was grateful that Jeni was merciful when lacing up the corset. Becky then stepped into the gown. Jeni laced it up the back and then Becky turned to the mirror.

The dress was a deep red. The neckline was wide and open with the shoulders barely resting upon her own. The sleeves came to her elbows with a white bow where they opened into white lace. The front panel of the bodice was white with a red lace pattern overlaid. The piping along the panels of the bodice and her waist was a dark gold. The skirt floated from her waist down to the floor.

She admired the gown for a moment before Jeni stepped with makeup. She painted Becky's lips the same red she had worn as Scarlet. And however small it was Becky was happy for that bit of familiarity. That was the only makeup Jeni applied and Becky was grateful because she greatly disliked the painted faces that seemed to be in fashion.

Jeni helped Becky step into a pair of red heeled shoes then stepped back to let her take in the full picture. Gazing in the mirror Becky barely recognized herself. After a few moments she took as deep a breath as she could and turned to Jeni who was standing by the door. Sensing her unease Jeni said,

"It's only one night, Miss Becky. And you've done this type of thing before." And Becky knew she was right. It had been more than five years but she had done this before. Jeni gave her an encouraging smile and opened the door for her. Taking one last semi-deep breath Becky walked out of the room and headed toward the staircase.

As she descended the staircase she concentrated on not tripping on the hem of her dress or slipping on the wooden stairs. Through her concentration she vaguely registered the whispers of the guests who stood in the foyer. She made her way through the foyer toward the room where the dancing and music was. When she entered the room she noticed the sudden hush that seemed to fall over the room and the eyes that turned toward her. A blush crept onto her cheeks at the attention and she tried to move swiftly into the crowd to avoid anymore.

Becky made her way around the dance floor to where Will and Elizabeth stood talking with guests. As she came up to them she curtsied and greeted them.

"Good evening."

"Good evening." There was a pause and then a gasp from Elizabeth.

"Oh my goodness! You look wonderful. I almost didn't recognize you." Becky smiled slightly at the compliment.

"Thank you. You look beautiful, as always." Elizabeth smiled at the compliment. "I am sorry I was late."

"Oh don't worry dear. You aren't the last to arrive and many were early."

As the music changed Will held out his hand to Elizabeth and they headed out on the dance floor. Becky stood back and watched the party for a while.

As the evening progressed Becky was asked to dance by a couple of men. She was happy at least that none of them stepped on her toes. She also noticed that nobody really seemed to recognize her. She felt relief at that because she didn't have to answer the inquiries as to where she had been for the last five years.

At around nine o'clock Becky noticed Commodore Norrington. He had just joined the Turners. She moved closer to the trio and heard the Commodore ask,

"Where is Rebecca? I have not seen her this evening. I was under the impression that she would be here." Before Will or Elizabeth could answer Becky stepped forward and said,

"Good evening Commodore."

"Good evening ma'am." Was his distracted reply. He turned back to Will and Elizabeth and was about to continue.

"How is your arm Commodore?" Becky said quietly. Norrington turned slowly to look at her once more. A small smirk played at the edges of Becky's lips as he took in her appearance.

Becky turned from the Commodore and engaged Lizzie and Will in conversation. Norrington moved back into the crowd, apparently not wanting to discuss the matter any further. A few minutes later a man approached the three of them. He bowed to them and Becky and Lizzie curtsied in return.

The man wore a typical wig but instead of the powdered white it was a dark brown. He also wore a red overcoat with gold trimming. He seemed to know Will and Lizzie because the two and warm smiles on their faces in greeting. Their smiles took on a conspiratorial edge when the man turned to Becky.

"May I have this dance, Miss?"

"Yes you may." He gently took her hand and led her onto the dance floor. Becky noticed something familiar yet odd about the man as they took up positions on the dance floor and waited with the rest of the dancers for the song to begin.

The man was a spectacular dancer. He twirled Becky around the floor almost effortlessly. The familiar waltz was a rather long one and Becky was glad because she enjoyed dancing with the man. When the song finally ended the man lead Becky off the dance floor toward the balcony for some fresh air.

Becky stood out on the balcony as the man went to get drinks for them. She tried to place where the man's familiarity came from. He seemed so familiar yet there was something odd about him that she couldn't place.

He came back and handed her a glass of champagne. She took a sip out of politeness because she truthfully did not like champagne. She placed her glass on the railing and looked up to notice the man watching her. He smiled slightly and she returned it. She looked out over the garden that lay out past the balcony.

"You look beautiful tonight, love."

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