He only ever had eyes for her.
Never the skinny, flame-haired stable girl.
Only ever the beautiful, educated governor's daughter.
Catherine would stand by his side almost every single day, observing in silent agony as he day-dreamed about Miss Swann.
Catherine could tell it was about Miss Swann, of course. She could always tell.
The pale, bony red-head would visit him most days in the smithy. Will would talk to her, he really did always seem glad of her presence. They were friends.
But she wanted him to look at her like he looked at Miss Elizabeth. She wanted to see his warm, brown eyes soften, his lips curve into a coy smile. She wanted to hear the love in his voice as he chose his words carefully, like he did with her, to sense the devotion in his expression.
But in her heart of hearts, Catherine knew Will would never, ever see in her what he clearly saw in Miss. Swann.
Catherine's nose was long, whereas Miss. Swann's was sculpted and shapely.
Her hair was fiery and lank, but Miss. Swann's was lustrous and golden brown.
Her skin was pale and freckled, and Miss. Swann's was flawless and creamy.
Every time Will looked at Elizabeth, every time he mentioned her in the flow of conversation, Catherine felt her heart sink just a little lower.
That was, of course, until he left.
She remembered the day well. She was still shaky from the night before, having been attacked and injured by the pirates. Luckily, she had managed to fight them off, but she was still drained the following morning.
"Are you sure you should do this?"
"They have her, Cathy, I know they have her. And I'm not going to let those brutes lay a finger on her."
"What evidence have you that the pirate is trustworthy? He could kill you in a heartbeat, and I'm not going to let that happen without warning you."
Will laughed nervously. "I'll be fine, Cathy. Just take care of yourself while I'm away, alright?"
Catherine swallowed a hard lump in her throat, then nodded shakily. "I'll miss you."
"And I you, Catherine."
She stared at him for a moment. He was ready to leave, a long, delicate sword sheathed in its scabbard on his leather belt.
"I could kiss him," she thought. "I could tell him I love him, hug him and never let go."
But Catherine had always been a shy girl.
He was gone.
And somehow when William Turner left Port Royale in aid of the governor's daughter, the vice that had constricted the stable girl's heart for years loosened.
It could only get easier from here.
A/N: I loved writing this! The reason: Elizabeth is a Mary-Sue, and girls with flaws are the real girls. XD