Lydia sat up and rubbed her head. She ran a hand through her disheveled, tangled black hair and gazed out of her bedroom window. Even with her blurry, just-woke-up vision, she could tell the sun had yet to rise. She groaned and got out of bed. Why did she always have to wake up before dawn? She walked over to her small balcony and stared at the dark blue sky and the somewhat calm ocean in the distance.

Lydia had no idea how long it was that she actually stood on her balcony. She only knew that she stared blankly into the distance for the entirety of the morning twilight. Slowly, the clouds began to grow more orange and the sky paled. A faint smile emerged on her pale face when the tip of the sun began to creep over the horizon. The sunrise was always beautiful in Port Royal; the ocean only added to its beauty. The water always seemed to sparkle when the sun shone over it.

Suddenly there was a knocking at her door. "Lydia?" the voice of her father called. "Are you awake? Are you decent?"

"Oh… um…" Lydia quickly ran over to her wardrobe and grabbed the first robe that she saw. She quickly wrapped it around her body as she stammered, "Yes, father. I am." The door opened and her father (along with a maid) entered.

"I knew you'd be awake at this hour," her father chuckled. Lydia nodded and let out a faint giggle.

"Aren't I always?" Lydia joked. "It seems my mind never allows me to rest past dawn." Lydia looked down at noticed a large box in the arms of the maid, Astrid. "What's that?"

"A gift," her father responded. Lydia's grey eyes flickered from the box, to her father, then back to the box, and back to her father again.

"You're going to make me go to Captain Norrington's promotion ceremony, aren't you?" she accused. Governor Swann nodded and Lydia widened her eyes. "Father, I would go if it weren't for my complete lack of social ability."

"You don't have a complete lack of social ability, Lyddie," Governor Swann reassured his daughter. "You just need to be somewhat bolder. But not as bold as Alice, of course."

"Never as bold as Alice," Lydia muttered.

"Perhaps you'll meet a potential suitor there," Governor Swann suggested. Lydia looked up at her father and sighed.

"Father, every match you made for me has said I was too meek to be a suitable wife," Lydia reminded him. "That, and the one time a man did show interest in me you rejected him because I was too young."

"You were."

"I was eighteen!"

"And Cutler Beckett is twelve years older than you. I would prefer a gap of less than ten years." Lydia sighed and nodded. "Some men may be content with marrying their daughters off to suitors thrice their age for financial security. I want you and your sisters to marry the man you believe you'd be happiest with and would best be able to provide for you."

"Perhaps I could have been happy with him," Lydia muttered.

"And I want you to explore other options. Don't choose the first man who shows an interest in you," Governor Swann advised. "Now, Astrid, help Lydia into her new gown. She has a promotion ceremony to attend."

"Yes, Governor," the blonde maid responded. The Governor swiftly left the room and Lydia sighed, bracing herself for the pain of a corset and the horror that was a social event.


Alice Swann, now twenty-two years old, sat on her bed with a locked chest and her set of lockpicks. She bit her lower lip and tried to figure out how she was going to break into her own chest. Sure she owned the key, but what fun was that? No, she was going to use her lockpicks to break in. She might get some more experience with using her forbidden tools.

She was about to work her magic when suddenly a loud knocking rang through the air. "Shit…" she muttered under her breath. She quickly rolled up her pouch of tools and hid them under her pillow. She sprang out of her bed and threw on a robe. "Yes?"

"Alice, are you decent?" her father's voice inquired. Alice rolled her eyes.

"No, I'm dancing around a campfire wearing nothing but my smallclothes," she snorted. "Yes, I'm decent." The door opened and her father (with a disapproving glare) and her maid, Lavinia strolled in.

"Alice, such words are not appropriate and not appreciated," her father scolded. Alice rolled her grey eyes and leaned against her bed.

"I know, I know. You don't have to do the propriety and marriage speech," she responded carelessly. "I've heard it enough times to know the general idea."

"Clearly not enough if your behavior has yet to improve," her father snapped. "I know you despise Captain Norrington-"

"Despise is too light a word for what I feel towards that man," Alice muttered venomously.

"-but you will be attending his promotion ceremony today," her father finished. "I expect you to be on your best behavior."

"You say that as if I'm eight."

"You still have yet to act your age," Governor Swann retorted. "Vinnie, will you please get Alice ready?" The dark haired servant nodded and led Alice behind her dressing screen. Governor Swann turned on his heel and left the room, not speaking another word. Down the hall, Alice could hear the sound of an oboe flying through various scales. Alice smiled. She knew that meant Kitty was awake.


Kitty had been awake for at least half an hour. She had already dressed into a simple lavender day gown that required no help from a maid. She was soaking the reed for her instrument of choice, the oboe. A bassoon and violin sat in the corner of her room obviously played numerous times; just not today… yet. She took her pale, wooden oboe from its resting spot and attached the reed. She smiled as she put her instrument to her lips.

With rapid movements of her slender, pale fingers, her flawlessly executed a C Major scale, she immediately moved on to the next key signature in her circle of fifths. She completely all of her scales within two minutes, a very fast time even for her. Kitty smirked at success. She knew she was a brilliant musician; she started to realize it after multiple had told her how skilled she was with the oboe and the violin and the piano and so on…

Kitty needed to get as much practice in today as she could. She had to perform with the string quintet at the Captain's promotion ceremony. If she wanted to work with her favorite instrument (the oboe, obviously), then she needed to get her work done now, when she had the chance.

"Kitty?" her father inquired through the door. "I'm assuming you're awake from the sound of the oboe."

"Yes, I am," she replied. Governor Swann entered the room closely followed by Kitty's maid, Althea. "Good morning, father. If anyone was still sleeping, they probably aren't anymore." Governor Swann chuckled and smiled. She set down the oboe and looked at the large box Althea was carrying. "Can I assume this is for the promotion ceremony?"

"Indeed it is. Shouldn't you being working with your violin?" Kitty shrugged and stood up.

"You know I prefer the oboe. I'll practice the violin later," she responded. "Though I'm guessing you want me to get ready for the ceremony now. I can assume Althea is holding a new dress?" Governor Swann nodded. "Elizabeth, Alice, and Lydia were given new dresses as well, weren't they?"

"Of course," Governor Swann said with a soft smile. Kitty smiled and shook her head.

"Very well. I shall see you at the ceremony father." She put her oboe reed back into its small water glass and put her oboe back into its case. Governor Swann left the room, most likely to wake either Alice or Elizabeth. Lydia would be up by now; she always woke before dawn. Althea smiled as she took the pale green dress out of its box. Kitty nearly grimaced when she realized she would need a corset for this dress. Luckily the violin was an instrument that didn't require massive amounts of air.


Will Turner paced around the foyer in the Swann residence. He held the sword Governor Swann ordered under one arm, waiting to give it to the Governor. He looked up at a sconce on the way. He attempted to touch it lightly but ended up taking a piece of it off. A loud clang echoed through the foyer. Will grimaced and stared at the candle in his hand. He looked around the room, trying to find a place to hide it. He threw it in a vase filled with canes and umbrellas. He heard a feminine chuckle come from upstairs. He looked up and saw Kitty Swann smiling at him, holding a violin case in one hand and a leather binder full of music in the other. "Miss Swann," Will greeted, slightly flustered from the sconce incident.

"Don't worry, Mr. Turner," she said. "I won't bring any attention to your mishap." She straightened the front of her green dress as she descended down the stairs. A few moments later, Lydia Swann appeared wearing a light violet dress. She seemed to shrink into herself as she walked down the stairs. Her eyes were downcast as usual. Will was one of many who had to tell her to look up. "I must be going. I'm supposed to rehearse with the other members of the quintet." She nodded good-bye to Will and Lydia before exiting the manor.

"How do you do, Mr. Turner," Lydia asked in her quiet, meek voice. Will was about to respond, but then Governor Swann appeared at the top of the staircase.

"Mr. Turner," Governor Swann said with a gentle smile. "Good to see you again. Lydia, you look absolutely beautiful." Lydia looked down and blushed. She said no words. Will knew she didn't believe her father's words. While Lydia was rather pretty, Will's heart belonged to her eldest younger sibling.

"Good day, sir," Will said, his attention now on the Governor. Lydia slid back into a corner and stood there quiet, looking down yet again. "I have your order." He set the case on the table in the foyer and took out the sword. He handed in to Governor Swann, who unsheathed the metal beauty. "The blade is folded steel. That's gold filigree laid into the handle. If I may?" Governor Swann handed the sword to Will. He balanced it on one finger. "Perfectly balanced. The tang is nearly the full width of the blade." He flipped the sword in his hand and presented it to Governor Swann. Lydia let out a faint gasp at the flip, but immediately shrunk into herself and muttered an apology.

"Impressive," Governor Swann said. "Very impressive. Commodore Norrington is going to be very pleased with this. Do pass my compliments on to your Master." Will froze and let out a forced smile. His drunkard Master never made anything anymore. This sword was Will's doing. However, he wasn't going to correct the Governor.

"I shall," Will said. "A craftsman is always pleased to hear his work is appreciated." He heard footsteps come down the stairs. Governor Swann, Will, and Lydia all turned their attention to the source of the sound. Elizabeth Swann let out a smile when she saw Will. He felt his heart stop for a moment before rapidly beating again. Lydia smiled at her sister. Elizabeth went up to Lydia and took both of her hands.

"Lyddie, you look beautiful," Elizabeth said to her older sister. Lydia shook her head and let out a small smile.

"Not as beautiful as you, Elizabeth," Lydia replied. Elizabeth seemed to accept that response. There was little to no use arguing against Lydia. Elizabeth turned to Will and let out a smile.

"Will," she said. "It's so good to see you. I had a dream about you last night." Will dropped his jaw slightly.

"About me?" he asked, not entirely sure of how to react to that. Lydia looked down, probably also not sure of how to react to Elizabeth's boldness.

"Elizabeth," Governor Swann quietly chastised, "Is that entirely proper for you to-"

"About the say we met, do you remember?" Elizabeth continued. Lydia snapped her head up and widened her eyes.

"How could I forget, Miss Swann," Will replied.

"How many times must I ask you to call me Elizabeth?" Elizabeth asked.

Will let out a smile and said, "At least once more, Miss Swann, as always."

"Strange," Lydia murmured. "I-I had the same dream as well." All three stared at Lydia in shock. No one was certain whether it was because of the shared dream, her unnatural boldness (for her, at least), or a combination of both.

"At least the boy has a sense of propriety," Governor Swann said. He handed Elizabeth and Lydia parasols. "Now, we really must be going. Do either of you know where Alice is?" Elizabeth looked over at Lydia and shrugged, obviously having no idea where the youngest Swann was. Lydia shook her head.

"I think it's safe to assume that she ran off with no intention of attending Captain Norrington's promotion ceremony," Lydia said quietly. "I-I mean, she can't stand him." Governor Swann sighed and shook his head. Will doubted any of them were surprised by Alice's actions. Will wasn't even surprised by Alice's actions. She had a wild soul; more than once she'd come by the shop in boy's clothing asking to learn blacksmith.

"I expected as much out of her," Governor Swann muttered. "Kitty already left with Althea. Come along." He turned to leave the manor. Lydia followed her father closely behind. Elizabeth looked at Will once more.

"Good day, Mr. Turner," she said. She followed her father and sister. They entered a carriage as Will stared at Elizabeth.

"Good day, Elizabeth," he breathed out. The carriage drove off and almost immediately Alice Swann popped out of the front hedges. She was donned in her mens clothing, her long blonde hair hidden in a brown tricorn hat.

"Finally," she said as she walked towards Will. "I'm free at last. So can I hang around the shop? I need to make myself some more lock picks." Will sighed and shook his head. This was nothing but typical for the twenty-two-year-old girl.

"Alice, you know you can't come with," Will said. Alice snorted and rolled her eyes.

"Fine. Have it your way. Kiss up to my father. I'll just head to the docks then. If you want to stay on his good side, just pretend like you never saw me," she said. She strolled off in the direction of the harbor. Will shook his head. The day Alice Swann grew up would be the day that the sea became the sky and rain turned to fire.