Port Royal. The main British port on the island of Jamaica, it was an essential supply post for the British navy - and any other vessel in this area (excluding the Spanish of course). The governor, Weatherby Swann had overseen the British colony for near nine years. He had taken the position after his wife had died, giving himself and his young daughter Elizabeth, a chance at a new place - without all the memories. He had married a bit later in life and though he wasn't fairly old, he was older than most were with a nineteen year old daughter. A daughter who which was set to marry the Commodore Norrington - Governor Swann's chief military advisor and expert in these areas.

The wedding itself was what put the port in a very festive mood. Elizabeth Swann was well liked by most of the inhabitants of the colony. She was sweet, kind, and beautiful. Her wedding to the Commodore was something that the entire colony was going to celebrate.

Well - the entire colony with the exception of maybe Ms. Swann and a certain young blacksmith.


Will Turner stood outside the governor's mansion, the box of the commissioned sword under his arm as he waited for the door to open. He - well, actually his "master" - had been tasked to make a sword for the wedding. It was actually a masterpiece of a sword and the drunken fool who was his master hadn't done a single thing.

The door opened and the servant let him in. "I will inform the governor that you are here." The man said with polite coldness. "Wait here." 

Will nodded and stood there patiently as the man left.

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The sun was still fairly low in the horizon as Abigail felt the waves lick at her bare feet. Digging her toes into the sand, she couldn't help a grin as she glanced toward her cousin. Having recently arrived from England for her summer holiday, Abigail was glad to be here. It felt like home almost. Though not for long. With her cousin marrying and then her own wedding probably planned in the upcoming year, this was truly the last either of the two would be able to do this.

As it were, neither were really supposed to be here on the beach. But this was a more private area, where not that many people would even notice - presuming any noticed at all.

"I've missed this," she said with a slight sigh as she closed her eyes, the sun warming her face.

She wished she could stay like this forever. On the beach, the waves lapping over her feet, the sun shining down on her. But life wasn't always what one wanted. It was a hard lesson that she had just recently learned herself. 

Her eyes opened. "When do you have to get ready for the wedding?" She asked, not really wanting to leave but knowing they'd have to return.