Disclaimer: I do not own anything to do with Pirates of the Caribbean. However I do own Rosalie.

Author's Note: Hi all! Well this is my very first fan fiction ever! So be nice, please! I would really appreciate any comments you have so please review. Anyway…this is the first chapter! I hope you like it!

Chapter One

Rosalie sat quietly as her maid twisted her hair into an elaborate up-do. She clasped her hands in her lap and stared silently out of the window across the room. The window showed a wonderful view of the ocean. She loved the view and often mused that she'd be quite happy to sit and look at it all day.

"There you go," said the maid, standing back and admiring her work. "You are ready now, Miss Rosalie."

"Thank you, Emily," said Rosalie, standing up. She smoothed down her dress and turned to face the other woman.

"You're welcome," replied Emily, handing her a parasol. "And make sure you use this. It's very warm today and you will be spending a lot of time in the sun."

"I will," said Rosalie, smiling. "You are free to go now."

"Thank you, miss. I hope you have a nice day," said Emily and she left the room, closing the door behind her.

Rosalie walked over to the window and stared out at the scenery, turning around when she heard a knock at the door. Rosalie called out permission and the door opened and her brother came in.

"Are you ready?" he asked her.

"I suppose so," she said, as she walked towards him. "I must admit though, I don't see why I must attend this celebration or whatever it is."

"It is an excellent chance for you to meet people as you very well know," replied her brother with a stern look.

"But I won't be able to talk to anyone. They will all be stuffy rich people who will look down their nose at me," she said, putting her hands on her hips.

Her brother offered her his arm. "No, they won't be. You will enjoy yourself, I promise," he said with a reassuring smile.

"I'll hold you to that, Andrew," said Rosalie, grinning.

Andrew laughed and led her over to the door. They walked out into the hall and were just heading for the stairs when Henry the butler appeared.

"Mr. Middleton, you have a visitor," he said, stiffly.

"Thank you, Henry," said Andrew and the butler left them.

"I'll only be a few minutes. You don't mind waiting, do you?" asked Andrew, turning to his sister.

Rosalie shook her head and removed her arm from his. "No, of course I don't. I've forgotten my parasol anyway. I'll meet you downstairs," she said.

Andrew nodded and then went downstairs. Rosalie returned to her room and retrieved the parasol from where she had left it on the bed, before making her way downstairs too. She found her brother in the entrance hall, talking to a young man who was holding a long thin box in his hands. They were both smiling and discussing something quietly.

Andrew glanced her way and held out a hand, beckoning her over. She walked over slowly, blindly taking her brother's hand as her eyes stayed locked on their visitor.

The young man had turned to look at her too and their eyes had locked instantly. She immediately knew she had never met a man before with eyes as beautiful as this man.

"Rosalie, this is William Turner. He's very kindly just delivered my new sword. Mr. Turner, let me introduce you to my sister," said Andrew.

"Mr. Turner, it's a pleasure to meet you," said Rosalie, holding out her hand with a smile.

Mr. Turner took her hand and without breaking eye-contact with her once, kissed it. "Likewise, Miss Middleton," he said, smiling.

Rosalie tried to ignore the tingling sensation that had travelled up her arm at the feel of his lips on her skin and looked up at him. "So, you are a blacksmith?" she asked, interestedly.

This man was very easy on the eye with his brown eyes and dark hair that was currently tied back from his face. He was the epitome of tall, dark and handsome.

"Actually, technically, I'm his assistant," said Mr. Turner, reddening ever so slightly.

"Mr. Turner works for a Mr. Brown," explained her brother.

"Oh, I see," said Rosalie softly.

"Well Mr. Turner, you must excuse us but we must really be going now," said Andrew, realising that time was getting on.

"Of course," said Mr. Turner at once. He handed Andrew the long thin box and said, "I hope the sword meets your satisfaction, sir."

"I'm sure it will," said Andrew with a smile. "Please pass on my thanks to your master."

An odd expression flittered across Mr. Turners face but it was gone as quick as it had appeared. "I will," he said, nodding. He turned to Rosalie. "It was nice to meet you, Miss Middleton."

Rosalie smiled and nodded her head. "Perhaps I will see you around, Mr. Turner."

"Yes, perhaps," he replied with a smile.

Rosalie decided she very much liked his voice. It was deep and smooth and suited him immensely.

"Good day," said Mr. Turner to her brother and with one last smile, he turned and left the house.

xxxxxx

Rosalie fanned herself as she stood next to her brother, listening to him talk to a man about some ship they had commandeered a while back. Business talk was boring and she had long since stopped listening to the conversation. Instead her mind had drifted to thoughts about the last week. She had just moved to the Caribbean from London to live with her brother. Their mother had died when she was ten and their father had just passed away so Andrew was all she had left. He had very kindly asked her to come and live with him and his wife in Port Royal where Andrew was a Lieutenant. She had arrived three days ago and her brother had welcomed her with open arms. She had yet to meet her new sister-in-law but Andrew had told her his wife was really looking forward to meeting her.

"Rosalie?" said her brother loudly.

Rosalie quickly shook herself from her thoughts and turned to look at her brother. "Sorry?" she said.

Andrew gave her a disapproving look. "Lieutenant Wexley has just asked you how you like Port Royal."

Rosalie felt herself blush and quickly turned her attention to the man beside her brother. "I like what I have seen so far. I am sure I will enjoy my life here very much."

Lieutenant Wexley smiled and said, "I'm sure you will. I could show you around a bit if you like? I'm sure your brother hasn't been able to show you around all of Port Royal yet."

"No. He hasn't," replied Rosalie.

"Well I offer my services then," said Wexley.

"That is very nice of you," smiled Rosalie. "Thank you."

Lieutenant Wexley smiled and nodded his head in reply.

xxxxxx

Will Turner lifted the door latch and left the shop. He closed the door behind him and then set off down the street. He liked to take a walk in the early evening. His mind was always very full these days and the fresh sea air helped to clear his head.

Over a year had passed since Elizabeth Swann had called off their engagement and he still felt as if he was hurting. That woman had been his life. He would have died for her and she had repaid him by breaking his heart.

Flashback

"Will, we need to talk," said Elizabeth.

"Okay. Is it about the wedding?" asked Will, walking over to her and going to take her hand. But to his astonishment she turned and moved away, going to stand in front of the window.

"Yes. I suppose it is," she said, quietly.

Will frowned. "Elizabeth, is something wrong?"

Elizabeth turned and slowly walked over to him. He was shocked to see tears glistening in her large brown eyes. "Will, I need to tell you something."

Will nodded. "Go on then," he said. His throat had suddenly gone very dry.

"Will, I'm sorry but I can't marry you," said Elizabeth.

Will's heart stopped and then started again, beating madly in his chest. "What did you just say?" he managed to croak out.

Elizabeth looked up at him and stared into his eyes. "Will, I can't marry you. It would never work," she said, quietly.

"What?" asked Will. "Of course, it would!"

"No Will," said Elizabeth. "It wouldn't work. We've been fooling ourselves that it would."

"But-" said Will, desperately trying to come up with something to say to get her to realise what she was saying was madness.

"Listen to me," she said, taking his hand and squeezing it tightly between her own. "I've realised I can't disappoint my father."

Will roughly pulled his hand from her grasp. "So you've decided I'm not good enough for you now."

"No!" exclaimed Elizabeth. "That's not it! You're a wonderful man, Will. You really are. But I can't marry you."

"Why can't you?" asked Will, as a tear fell unhindered down his cheek.

"I must do what is right," she answered.

"If it's just because of your father, we can work through it together. You know we can," said Will. He stepped forward and holding her chin, forced her to look into his eyes. "If we love each other, then that shouldn't matter."

Tears began to flow down Elizabeth's cheeks as she looked into Will's eyes. She broke free from his grasp and turned away. "You're right. It wouldn't matter if we truly loved each other," she replied.

"Then why are you saying this," said Will. "I love you, you know I do. And you love me, don't you?" Elizabeth didn't say anything. "You do, don't you?"

Elizabeth closed her eyes and slowly turned around to look into Will's love-filled eyes. "Of course I love you," she whispered. But before he could say anything else, she carried on. "But I don't think that's enough anymore."

"I don't understand," said Will, looking confused.

Elizabeth reached for his hand again and looked up into his eyes. "You mean so much to me, Will. I can't tell you how much you do. And yes, I do love you but…I'm not in love with you."

It felt as if his heart was breaking. She wasn't in love with him anymore. In fact he didn't know if she ever really was.

"We were never meant to be together Will," said Elizabeth softly, letting go of his hand. "I know that now. There's someone out there who really deserves your love and will return it."

Will stood there silently, letting what she had said sink in. "But that someone isn't you," he said finally.

"Yes," she said. "I'm sorry, Will."

"Me too," he said, brokenly. "Goodbye Elizabeth."

"Goodbye Will," she said and with that he walked out, leaving the only woman he thought he could and would ever love behind.

End of Flashback

Will pushed the memory aside, refusing to succumb to the onslaught of tears that still threatened to overcome him at the memory of that night and instead tried to concentrate his thoughts on what had happened that day.

He had been very surprised to meet Lieutenant Middleton's sister. He was sure he had never seen her or even heard of her existence before and he was quite sure if he had he would have remembered.

Will turned off the main street and thought that it was very unlikely that he would see her again anyway. To his surprise that thought saddened him greatly.

A/N: Well there it is! Please Review!