Hey peoples. This is my new story. Be warned this has a lot of Elizabeth bashing. I hope it's not like your usual Swan sister story. Ok enjoy.

Disclaimer: I don't own anything except Amalina.

Everything was quiet. For once, even the unruly sea was humming softly, as if in mourning. The sun of the Caribbean was shining brightly and beautifully. The ship rocked gently against the current. Even the achy creaky noises of the ship were as if the ship was mourning. The inhabitants of the ship stared in shock at what had happened just moments before. A young fair haired woman was silently crying to herself, while a young man was yelling in agony at what had occurred. The ships famous and boisterous captain could be seen silently crying, mayhap for the first time in his life. It looked as if all the life had been drained out of him. No one could yet believe what had happened. It seemed as if there were blood everywhere.

Everyone had been aware that many would die in this battle. But not in the way she had died. An accident gone bad. And it had all happened in a matter of seconds. But for William Turner, it was as if time had stopped for just that moment.

As the crew of the Black Pearl looked upon her, they wept silent tears. Tears for a young life lost. Tears for the beautiful girl laying on the boat in a pool of her own blood.

Jack wanted to get closer. To touch her, but he wanted Will to grieve properly. He thought back to when he had first met her. To when it had all begun…..

xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx- 3 years prior- xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx

I awoke in a sweat. I looked around and sighed in relief as I realized I was not on a burning ship with a young blacksmith. It was still dark outside, but I could not go back to sleep. Somehow I had to make sure Will was ok. To rest my worried mind.

I quickly threw on a satin lacy white robe and quietly crept down the stairs. I glared at the room across from mine, belonging to my sister. Oh how I hate that girl. It had all started when dear Elizabeth and I were younger. She was the older sibling. Older than me by 5 years. As children I was always remarked as the pretty one, while Elizabeth…well you just had to see her. She had ghastly hair. It always looked as if she hadn't bathed in years. Honestly her dirty hair was nothing compared to my silky raven hair. Anyways, as Elizabeth and I got older I began to realize that karma certainly was a beastly thing. Suddenly everyone began to notice lovely Elizabeth. Her hair had become a beautiful golden color, and it felt like silk when you touched it. Her skin so pale and her body so thin, almost frail. She looked like an angel. While I…well lets just say the years weren't as kind to me. I had raven hair still, but it now made me look like a heathen. My skin was not pale, in face it was a bronze color. My eyes were not blue like Elizabeth's. Instead they were a dull brown. And my body…well, I had certainly filled out on the top and the bottom. I looked more like a wench instead of a lady.

Anyways, Elizabeth began to hoard it in my face about how much prettier she was. Now this wasn't your usual sibling rivalry. Elizabeth went out of her way to make my life miserable. She despises me I'm telling you. My father had once, out of the kindness of his heart (ignore my sarcasm), bought me an amazing dress. It was yellow and had wonderful big bows on it. Sweet Elizabeth had thrown a tantrum about how she wanted a new dress too, even though she had just gotten one a week ago. So she pulled MY new dress out of my hands and ripped it to shreds. I was too busy weeping to try and pry it out of her hands.

So you know what my dear father did? He bought her an entire case full of new dresses, and all I received was a torn dress he said he would have fixed. Can you guess what happened? My dress is still hanging in my room , still torn and ruined. Now you understand why we don't get along?

As I passed her room, I thought I heard noises coming from it. Whimpering and what not. Probably dreaming about her sweet William. Too bad he felt more comfortable talking to me. Once Elizabeth had been so jealous, she went around telling everyone how I was Mr. Turners whore. You can imagine how much of a scandal that caused.

I made my way down the stairs and reached the maids quarters. I knocked gently.

"Gabriel? Gabriel, its Ama." A plain faced, thin, blonde woman opened up the door. She looked about twenty, though she would say time and time again how she had forgotten her age.

"Ama, what in the world could have possessed you to wake me up at this ungodly hour?"

I pulled her out into the hallway so as not to disturb the other servants. "I need a favor. Now before you say no, I had a dream about Will. Gabriel please I must make sure he is alright."

Gabriel looked at me like she was going to kill me. I didn't treat her like a servant, so she treated me like a friend. Though I was just fifteen she was expected to bow when I entered a room. "Fine. But if your father gets suspicious that his dark haired daughter is suddenly a thin fair haired one, Im going to blame the whole mess on you!"

I hugged her quickly and we made our way upstairs. She quickly gave me her maids outfit and I mine to her. I kissed her cheek and left.

It was pitch black as I made my way down to the blacksmiths shop. Not even Port Royal was rid of its criminals. But I being the clear minded girl I was, did not notice the man following me. I was almost to the smithy when I was grabbed out of nowhere.

"Now what's a pretty thing like ya self doin out here alone?" The man reeked of rum. I felt like I was suffocating. I began to cry, after all I am female.

He pushed me to an alley. I wanted to scream, but if anyone caught me I would be in a hell of trouble. He pushed me up against the wall, and I got a good look at his face. He was an older man. But I knew he was an army captain. He used to do dealings with my father.

As soon as he recognized who I was, he lost all coloring in his face. "Miss Swan. I… I'm so sorry. I didn't know." He let go, and I didn't look back. I ran straight to the smithy and almost pounded the door down.

A disgruntled looking Will opened the door angrily, until he saw my face. I ran in and pushed the door shut, locking it after me. Will came towards me and was immediately angry again.

"Amalina what happened?" I knew Will would want to kill the man, so I wiped away my tears and did what I do best. Lie.

"Nothing Will, a wild dog was running after me. I tripped and he almost caught me." Will didn't believe one word , but he did not question me. He went and grabbed a bottle from the sleeping Mr. Brown.

"Here, drink this. It'll soothe your nerves." He said handing me a bottle of rum. I took it gratefully. I was probably one of the only women in Port Royal that liked the drink. Will looked at me questioningly and I quirked my eyebrow.

"Is there a reason for you showing up this late?" He asked slowly. I looked at him and smiled.

"I had another dream. Though this one about you. We both died on a burning boat." Will knew about my constant nightmares. We weren't best friends, but we were close enough. I wasn't there when Elizabeth had seen Will drowning. However, he had fallen ill when he was brought to Port Royal. I was only five, so I thought my father had brought back a toy for me. I played with Will while he was ill and visited him often. My father permitted it since Will was at our home until he became well again. Elizabeth and Will became very close. I think that's when he first fell in love with her. I could tell by the way he looked at her.

After he had gotten well, I continued to visit him with my governess. She was a very kind woman who had passed away not two years before. She had been killed in a shipwreck, that I was supposed to be on. That was when the nightmares had begun. I forced my father to continue to let me see Will. He comforted me, and I think that's when I fell in love with him.

We talked a bit more and Will escorted me home. As I did every time I bade goodnight to Will, I kissed him on the cheek and ran inside. And as always he blushed red and probably hoped one day Elizabeth would do the same.

I gently woke Gabriel up, and fell asleep into a well deserved slumber.