"Sir, you have a visitor", one of the male house servants spoke to the governor upstairs, who was checking 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, his daughter. The beautiful Elizabeth Swann; expected to be married off to a 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. 

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Elizabeth knew that she and her younger cousin couldn't resist the beach. For some time, she and Abigail have grown fond of the sea, and have always wondered what laid beyond it. If only their already-prepared life wasn't in the way of their imagination, they could find out for themselves and let the wind carry them. Though it wasn't quite right for a proper lady, Elizabeth agreed to walk with Abigail before the wedding, taking the time to embrace the experience as their one last adventure. 

She thought of Norrington to be a very noble man, bound to the law, and always trying his best to let the British empire flourish. Sure, Elizabeth found him handsome and smart, but in a way, she felt that she couldn't exactly choose what she wanted in life. She knew it was the same with Abigail, whom she always considered to be a dear sister to her, rather than a cousin. This wasn't to say that she disapproved her father's decision to marry her off to an attractive, high-ranking man. In fact, she considered it to be the only way for her family to continue the name. That, she will continue to represent, and not bring disgrace upon. 

Sticking a little close to the dryer part of the beach, Elizabeth watched Abigail, before looking back out at the horizon; the wind gently blowing her blonde hair. Hearing her cousin speak, she continued to look out in wonder. "I should be right now, but I can't. It's not right for this view to be ignored". She knew they weren't supposed to be here at this time, but she can't just ignore everything. She might as well take in much of the experience as she can.