Ella Turner

I woke up to the sound of banging in the shop. My name is Ella Turner. My father is Will Turner. He never really told me about my mother. I don't even know her name. We both live in a blacksmith's place and work day and night. He trains me with a sword a lot and I really enjoy it. I am 11 years old and my memory only takes me back till I was 6. After that, I don't remember much.

"Ella! Come here and help me with this!" My father calls. I hope out of bed and race to him. He was working on a beautiful sword. It was gold-embedded and really sharp, perfect for precision. I smile and help him pack it into a box.

"Is this for the Governor?" I ask. He nods and smiles a little. He fell in love with the governor's daughter a while ago. I think he is trying to make a new life for himself and me.

"May I accompany you to the place?" I ask politely. He smiles at me nods.

"Go find a nice dress that is presentable and come on out." I smile and ran into my room. I have met Elizabeth Swann twice and I love her! She is so loving towards me and I feel like she is my second mother. I found a pink dress that had lace embedded around it. I nodded in satisfaction. After I finished, I walked back outside and took my father's hand as he led me to the Governor's place.

~*~*~

We waited inside of the Governor's place and I looked at a beautiful picture of Elizabeth, the governor, and her mom. I heard a noise behind me and I whipped around fast, only to chuckle as my father tried to put away a lamp he accidentally broke off. The Governor came shortly after greeting us.

"Good day, Mr. Turner. Miss Turner." He says to us. I hide a smile as my father opens up the case.

"Good day, sir. I have your order." He says taking out the sword.

"The blade is folded steel. That's gold filigree laid into the handle. If I may." Will says taking the sword from the governor.

"Perfectly balanced. The tang is nearly the full width of the blade." He says balancing it on his hand. He flips it and amazes me and the governor.

"Impressive. Very impressive. Commodore Norrington is going to be very pleased with this. Do pass my compliments on to your master. Hmm?" I watched Father's face drop but brightens up slightly.

"I shall. A craftsman is always pleased to hear his work is always appreciated." I heard footsteps down the stairs and I saw Miss Swann coming down. She looked absolutely stunning.

"Oh, Elizabeth. You look absolutely stunning." Her hand flies to her neck but it drops as she comes down the stairs.

"Will. Ella! It is so good to see you! I had a dream about you last night." I nudged my father, telling him to make his move.

"About me?" He asks.

"Yes, well, is that entirely proper for you to...?" The Governor starts.

"About the day we met, do you remember?" She presses over her father.

"How could I forget, Miss Swann?" He asks. I roll my eyes quietly. He should have used her first name!

"Will how many times must I ask you to call me Elizabeth?" She asks sweetly.

"At least once more, Miss Swann, as always." I bump him hard and he gives me a playful glare. Elizabeth chuckles but the Governor just sighs.

"There. See? At least the boy has a sense of propriety. Now, we really must be going." He says handing her a parasol and leading her away. She turns around and quickly gives a kiss on my cheek. I smile and trail after her.

"Good day, Elizabeth." Will calls quietly. I glare at him the whole way back to the shop.

"What?" He asks, finally realizing that I was staring at him.

"You didn't make the big move! Even the old drunk can make a move bigger than that!" I yell. He sighs and grabs my hands, kneeling to meet me at eye level.

"All in good times." He says.

"Well, what is that suppose to mean?" I call. But he just keeps on walking. I follow him back without hesitation and don't question anything farther and just kept going.

~*~*~

Father left me home alone because he had something to return. I had finally finished cleaning up the blades and returning them to it's original spot and bolted straight for my part of the workshop. I was working on a new bow that could have perfect precision and accuracy. I grabbed my knife and started to carve. I finished carving the bow and attached the string and plucked it a few times to make sure it was stable. I heard something strange happening in the other side of the workshop so I cautiously grabbed the knife and walked towards the sound. Then I heard metal break and I knew someone was there. I peered out of the door to see a man with dreadlocks, a well-worn bandana, and sun-baked skin. I caught a glimpse of his wrist to see a "P" mark on it. It meant "pirate." I gasped slightly, but it caught the man's attention. He whipped around as I quickly hid behind the door, breathing heavily.

"Come out, come out. Wherever you are? I am not going to hurt you." He said, his voice drawing him nearer. I clutched the knife to my chest, a tear falling down my cheek.

"Gotcha!!" He yelled jumping in front of me. I screamed and attempted to stab him, but he caught my wrist. I dropped the knife as he pinned me against the wall. The door opened and the man quickly hid, accidentally knocking me down. My father came in shortly and calmed down the donkey.

"Right where I left you. Not where I left you." He says noticing his hammer disturbed. He saw the man's hat on the table and reached out for it. The man came out of hiding place, drawing his sword.

"Father, no!" I yell running for my sword.

"You're the one they're hunting. The pirate." He spits out.

"You seem somewhat familiar. Have I threatened you before?" He asks, staring at both of us.

"I make a point of avoiding familiarity with pirates." Father retorted. 

"Ah, well, then it would be a shame to put a black mark on your record. So, if you'll excuse me..." Father takes his own sword and pushed me behind him. I watched with curiosity.

"Do you think this wise, boy – crossing blades with a pirate?" The man said with a smug look on his face.

"You threatened Miss Swann and my daughter." The man looked back at me then to my father.

"Only a little." He says, parrying my father's sword. They take a few hits and go back and forth a few times.

"You know what you're doing. I'll give you that. Excellent form. But how's your footwork? If I step here," He says stepping to his right, as well as my father.

"Very good. Now I step again." He says stepping to his left, and gained upper hand but it was blocked.

"Ta." The man says, sheathing his sword and walking away. I grab a sword without thinking and throw it at the door, barricading the exit. The man looks at it surprised and tries to take it out, but fails.

"That is a wonderful trick... except, once again you are between me and my way out. And now you have no weapon." He says taking out his sword again. Again, without thinking, I grab a sword with a heated tip slightly scaring the man. We continued to fight through shop until the man grabbed the heated sword pushed forcefully against it. I fought back until I couldn't no more. The heated part of the blade searing into my skin. My eyes grew weak until the last thing I could hear was my father yelling my name.