"Will, how many times do I have to say for you to call me 'Elizabeth'?", she asked him in a soft tone within her kind voice. Elizabeth Swann had the physical appearance of a fine young woman, a young goddess in human form. For her, she didn't mind talking to those of low-status. She was just too kind when talking to them, not really wishing them harm, but only to wish them the best of luck, despite what her father thinks on such behavior. "We don't want to be late now, do we?", the governor cut in as he took the presentation case in hand. "Come now, Elizabeth", his daughter just kept her kind smile on. "Farewell, Mister Turner", she said before following her father out of the mansion, and to the carriage.