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I DO NOT/ HAVE NEVER/ WILL NEVER OWN ANYTHING MENTIONED IN THIS STORY BESIDES LUCY.

~ LL

Chapter 1: Pulse

LUCY POV

Lucy woke with a start, breathing hard. She remembered that day; it was probably one of the more exciting, and terrifying, days of her childhood. Glancing around her room she got up to open her curtains, blinking as the bright light filled the room.

Stepping back from the window she looked at the ground and found the lightest colored wooden panel. She walked along it's length until she felt the board bend slightly under her weight.

Crouching she ran her hand over that area until she felt the crack in the wood. It was big enough for her to slide a nail in, and pry open, but invisible to the naked eye. Reaching in she felt around until her fingers hit cold metal. The medallion.

It was heavy in her hand, and flashes of that day replayed her head, Will lying unconscious on the ship deck, the burning ships surrounded by floating wreckage.

She was pulled from her reverie by a loud knocking.

"Lucy?" it was her fathers voice. "Lucy, are you awake? Can I come in?"

She quietly set the wood back in place and slipped the chain around her neck, fastening the clip and tucking the medallion itself into her bodice. She quickly grabbed a robe and answered her father as she shrugged it on. "Yes father, come in."

Her father opened the door and strode into the room, and kissed the top of Lucy's head. "Good morning Lucille, if you would please, follow me into Elizabeth's room. I have a surprise for the two of you."

"A surprise? What is it?" She asked excitedly, rising onto her tiptoes to see over her father's shoulders. Four of the housemaids stood in the hall, two holding large white boxes.

"Patience is a virtue Lucy" her father teased, and turned to walk out of the room. Lucy followed him down the hallway and into her sisters room.

"Good morning Lizzie" she said as she entered her sister's room. "Father has a surprise for us"

"Indeed I do." he said as the two maids carrying boxes stepped forward. "Elizabeth, the one on the left is yours, Lucille yours is on the right."

Elizabeth was the first to open her box, gently picking up it's contents.

Elizabeth gasped and Lucy made to open her box. "Father! They are beautiful."

Lucy held a maroon velvet dress adorned with black lace and Elizabeth held a pale yellow one with white lace.

"May I inquire as to the occasion?" Elizabeth asked Father teasingly.

"Is an occasion necessary for a father to dote upon his daughters?" he chuckled.

Lucy rolled her eyes and smiled knowingly, there was always a reason.

The maids began to help the sisters get into their dresses on and moments later their father spoke up "Actually, I was hoping you might wear them to the ceremony today." Lucy nodded to herself, here came the reason.

Captain Norrington's promotion ceremony was today, and it was well known that he fancied Elizabeth. Growing up, Elizabeth had obviously become the better looking of the two, and so Lucy was often over looked by the male suitors.

But she didn't mind, she wouldn't be 'of coming age' for another year or so, and she was not eager for the time to arrive. Lucy was rather shy in front of people she didn't know well.

Lucy poked her head around the screen as Maria situated the dress in place before starting the ties. "I knew it!" but the last word came out a gasp as the air was squeezed from her lungs.

"Lucy? Elizabeth?" Lucy tried to respond but found herself incapable. She turned to see her sister was in the same predicament. When the girls didn't answer their father continued nervously "How is it coming?"

"Well it's difficult to say" Elizabeth responded her voice a bit higher that usual.

"I'm told it's the latest style in London."

"Women in Lon- don must- have learned not- to breathe." Lucy stuttered out while gasping in between breaths.

Elizabeth's maid had started on her hair while Maria was just finishing with Lucy's dress.

Father had been informed of a visitor waiting for him and he told the girls to come down when they were ready. Elizabeth was ready first and she waited patiently before Lucy told her "Go ahead Lizzie, I will join you and father in a moment." Elizabeth nodded before walking out of the room.

Once Lucy's maid had finished with her hair she thanked her and examined herself in the mirror. Lucy had to admit, however uncomfortable the dress was, it was one of her most flattering dresses; it did wonders for her less-than-impressive chest and the dark colors accented her pale skin and dark hair.

Sighing and making sure the medallion was securely tucked into her bodice she left the room.

WILL POV:

Will was about to leave when Lucy hurried down the stairs as fast as she could without tripping. Governor Swann turned around and exclaimed "Oh Lucille!" Will saw Lucy cringe at her full name, he knew she hated when people called her by it. "You look stunning darling."

Will couldn't argue, but recently she always looked stunning. To him anyway. For most of his life Lucy had been his best friend and Elizabeth had been the girl who invaded his thoughts when he was alone.

But that had started to change about a month ago. Will had been up late working to finish a sword when someone knocked on the door. Wondering who could possibly be here at such a time he opened the door only to find a nervous looking Lucy.

She explained to him how she couldn't sleep and so she had snuck out of the house to take a walk. When she had seen the lights still in the windows she had acted before she thought and by the time rationality caught up with her she was knocking on the door. She apologized several times for interrupting him.

After assuring her he didn't mind and he was glad to see her (even at this time) she relaxed and lay on a haystack and started talking to him as he worked. Once he had finished he laid next to Lucy, who was now having a hard time keeping her eyes open.

He knew it probably wasn't appropriate for her to be here at such a time so he told her that she should probably go home and that he would walk her home; but all she did was roll over towards him mumbling some barely coherent sentence about being cold.

After debating with himself he decided to just let her stay and sleep, seeing as there was no way he could get a very tired Lucy back in her house and to bed without going unnoticed.

When he woke up the next morning he found that while Lucy had moved very little in her sleep, he had wrapped one of his arms around her waist and pulled her closer to him, she was practically laying on him. Embarrassed, he untangled their bodies slowly as not to wake her and looked out of the window.

The sun was barely peeking over the horizon and he knew he would be very tired today. But he knew he would do it all over again if given the chance.

He went to wake Lucy so she might get home before anyone noticed her absence. He would later find out that she made it home safe and undetected.

Ever since then she had been in the back of his mind, but he was not going to do anything about it. It would be highly inappropriate, for she was not only 2 years younger than him, but she was also the governor's daughter.

He hadn't seen much of her after that, he kept his distance and she although slightly hurt kept hers as well.

Will was pulled from his thoughts as he heard Lucy exclaim "Oh Will! It's so lovely to see you! I had a dream about you last night!" Before he could respond she had pulled him into a hug.

After a moments hesitation he wrapped his arms around her slight frame. She had always been very skinny, some girls in town claimed she starved herself. But Will knew better, she ate just as much as he did. "A dream? About me?"

Her father was stuttering looking quite stunned as she continued "About the day we met! You remember don't you?" She pulled back and looked up at him. Of course he remembered.

"How could I forget Ms. Swann?"

By then the Governor had stuttered out "Lucy dear, are you sure that is entirely appropriate?"

Completely ignoring her father she scowled at him playfully. "Will, really how many times must I ask you to call my Lucy."

His gaze flitted back to the Governor who looked very surprised to say the least, "Once more Ms. Swann, as always."

Her face fell then as her father said "There, see? At least the boy has a sense of propriety. Now we really must be going now."

Will watched as the Governor and Elizabeth walked out the door while Lucy lingered in front of him, frowning slightly.

"Lucy, hurry please. The Hansom is waiting." Lucy spun on her heel and walked out the front door into the sun, she turned to Will one last time and said "Good day Mr. Turner"

"Good day Lucy." He murmured to himself.

LUCY POV:

The ceremony was long and hot. The fact that Lucy's dress was dark made the heat worse. She was silently cursing her decision to stand in the sun as she fanned herself.

Once it was finished people began mingling amongst themselves and congratulating the newly appointed commodore.

While Lucy and her sister listened to their friend, Marilyn, chatter about unimportant things her thoughts drifted to someone she often found on her mind. William Turner. As children, Will had been her best friend, partner in crime and shoulder to cry on.

She was pulled from her thoughts when she heard Commodore Norrington ask if he could speak to Elizabeth. Lucy and Marilyn watched wide-eyed as Norrington guided Elizabeth to the edge of the fort.

The two friends trailed the couple, and stopped not far away so they could hear bits of the conversation. Norrington was doing most of the talking, seeing as Lizzie couldn't speak. Lucy didn't blame her; she could barely draw enough breath to stay conscious.

And then she heard Elizabeth gasp "I can't breathe." Knowing her sister was serious, Lucy rushed forward, forgetting about Commodore Norrington and grasped her sister's shoulders. "Lizzie!" she gasped out and grabbed onto her sister just as she slumped over, pulling them both off the edge of the wall.

She probably would have screamed, but she didn't really have enough air in her lungs to do so. In a matter of seconds, Lucy hit the water hard and was torn away from Lizzie by the waves.

Had her mind not been preoccupied with the fact that she would probably die here and trying to concentrate on reaching the surface, She would have laughed; she seemed to be in this situation a lot. But here again, she would have had to have oxygen left in her body for that.

She felt a pulse go through the water and she forced her eyes open her eyes to see the medallion hovering in front of her. The edges of her sight started to blur and as she reached out to tuck it back into its place. She could have sworn she could see a figure swimming towards her. Someone was coming to save them! Or maybe she was hallucinating.

Looking around she could see a blur next to her that must wave been Elizabeth. She tried move towards Elizabeth but black spots swamped her vision and as she hit the sea-floor her eyes closed and whatever breath she had been holding escaped her mouth as the world around her faded away.

Lucy was vaguely aware of someone pulling her up onto the docks, "Their not breathing!" she heard someone exclaim. They were right, much to her distress, she could not breathe.

She lifted her arm and let it fall on her corset covered chest, grasping at the fabric trying to make some room to breath.

She heard coughing and sputtering, before the pressure was removed from her chest. Lucy immediately sat up and began coughing up water, her eyes shot open. Once her lungs were cleared of water she began to take deep gasps.

Lucy observed her surroundings. Kneeling in front of her was a tan man with dread locks. He was as soaked as she was, which could only mean that he had saved her. Her eyes wandered up to see two guards before landing on her torn corset. "Damn deathtrap of a dress" she muttered and her savior chuckled.

Despite the severity of the situation she joined his laughter and it only increased as she looked at the bewildered guards.

His smile turned to a frown as he looked down, at her neck. He reached out and grabbed a hold of the medallion that couldn't seem to stay in its place. "Now where did you get that?" he breathed and she looked up at him panicked. She heard people running up the dock and she snatched it away from him.

"Elizabeth! Lucille!" that would be Father. As she and Lizzie helped each other up he gathered them in his arms.

Norrington held a sword to the strange man's throat. "On your feet."

He slowly rose and eyed everyone carefully. Father was handing Elizabeth and Lucy some petticoats.

"Shoot him!" Father yelled after a tense moment and the men readied their guns.

"Father!" Lucy called as she stumbled out of his arms to stand in front of the man.

Elizabeth turned to Commodore Norrington "Do you really intend to kill my rescuer?"

Norrington narrowed his eyes; he was internally debating with himself, no doubt. Finally he nodded and his men lowered their weapons.

Lucy stepped back to her father, who was frowning, probably at her outburst and she stood next to him. "I believe thanks are in order" The commodore said offering his hand.

Lucy watched as the man hesitated before taking Norrington's hand. In a flash his sleeve had been pushed up to reveal a pale p on his wrist.

This man was a pirate. A real pirate here in Port Royal! Jack Sparrow, Commodore said his name was, Well Captain Jack Sparrow. She had heard stories about him.

She eyed Jack carefully as Norrington went through his things. He seemed relatively calm for someone who was to be hung. Until they came to the compass. But she didn't see why.

When commodore opened it she watched as it spun around a few times before stopping. It was pointing directly at her.

JACK POV:

Jack watched the woman, 'Lucille', as she watched the compass spin. When it stopped her eyes got wide. Standing on his tiptoes he saw why. The arrow was pointing at her, either that or Elizabeth who was standing right behind her, it was hard to tell.

Jack liked Lucille, from her first comment about the deathtrap dress he knew he would like her.

"You are without doubt the worst pirate I've ever heard of!" exclaimed the commodore.

Jack smirked and said "But you have heard of me." He watched the guards carefully but his attention was brought to Lucille as a smiled appeared on face and she pursed her lips to keep from laughing.

The commodore turned his head and quick as a flash the smile disappeared, turning into a frown. But just as soon as his head turned again she was smiling.

"Commodore, I really must protest. This man, pirate or not, save Lizzie and I." Jack raised his eyebrow as she moved to stand in front of him again. The girl had guts.

"One good deed is not enough to redeem a man for a lifetime of wickedness!" Norrington spat. "It seems enough to condemn him" Jack muttered.

In a flash he raised his shackled fists over Lucille's head and pressed the chain against her throat. "Sorry love" he murmured in her ear before he said "Commodore Norrington! My effects please. And my hat." He said quiet smugly.

Lucille, who until now hadn't been struggling, began to squirm and gasp as if she couldn't breath. Jack frowned, the chain wasn't that tight. He had made sure not to choke her. But he realized what she was doing when her sister cried out "James! Dear God just gives him his things."

LUCY POV:

The lack of oxygen earlier must have messed with her brain. She didn't really know why she was helping him. But here she was, acting as if she were choking, all to help a pirate escape the gallows.

Jack's things were pushed into her hands. "Lucille… would you mind if I call you Lucy?" he asked in her ear.

"Miss Swann." She muttered.

"Well Miss Swann, if you wouldn't mind…" He grabbed his gun and held it to her forehead.

She turned and put his hat on his head, before reaching around him to put on his belt. "Easy on the goods darling."

She rolled her eyes and made quick work of buckling on his sword.

"You're despicable!" hissed Elizabeth.

"Sticks and stones love. I saved her life, and yours. Might I add. And she saved my life. I would say we're square, but you owe me one." He winked at Lizzie before turning Lucy back around.

"Gentlemen!" he called out and Lucy frowned and elbowed him. He chuckled before adding "And ladies. You will always remember this as the day you almost caught Captain Jack Sparrow."

He pushed Lucy into the Commodore and once she was standing upright again her father ushered her and her sister away and ordered the return immediately home. As they, made there way back to shore they heard the pop of guns and various voices shouting behind them.

The sisters made their way into town quietly, both shivering.

"Lucy? Elizabeth, what happened?" asked a familiar voice. Lucy looked up to see Will standing into front of them looking worried.

Lucy let Elizabeth explain to Will what had happened and he was, as expected, furious. "Are you both okay?" he demanded. "He didn't hurt you?" Elizabeth assured him they were both fine but he still seemed doubtful. Lucy who was still yet to say anything spoke up then.

"We're fine Will. Just a little shaken up." Her voice sounded weak and she knew it. But all she really wanted was to go home and take a warm bath, or sit in front of a fire; clouds had covered the sun and the breeze picked up, it looked like a storm was approaching.