"Sir, you have a visitor", one of the male house servants spoke to the governor who was upstairs, checking on his gray curly wig. Hurrying downstairs, he could spot the young man already there, and he presumed that this young man had the sword that was to be expected at the Commodore's preposition. For him to be governor, it wasn't easy. Looking after his only daughter wasn't easy. Yes, [i]his[/i] daughter. The beautiful Elizabeth Swann. Nineteen year as old she was now, and he expected her to marry another wealthy young man to spread the family branch. However, finding the right spouse wasn't simple. In this town, wealthy and low-class don't mix. But, he expected her to find one soon enough. "Ah, Mister Turner! Right on time", governor Swann proclaimed as he approached the young man.