Elizabeth Swann, the nine year old girl, stood at the ship's railing. The fog was thick and gray, blocking the rising sun. It was humid, the warm waters below rolled back and forth beneath her. Elizabeth sang to the fog as the mighty ship pushed itself through.
"..a pirate's life for me," she sang. She gasped when a rough hand fell on her shoulder. She looked up to see a man who was part of the ship's crew. He had graying brown hair, sideburns and hard eyes. His name was Mr. Gibbs.
He glared down at her and hissed. "That be bad luck, missy. Cursed pirates sail these waters."
Two men approached him from behind, one was tall with a brown wig that had two little loops on the sides. Lieutenant Norrington.
"Is there a problem here?"
Elizabeth smiled slightly when the man's hand on her shoulder was removed. She looked down at her blue dress sleeve where his hand had been and back up at her father. The man gruffly walked away from her, towards the two men. "She'd be singin' about pirates. Mighty bad luck that be."
"On your way."
"Aye, Lieutenant. Bad luck to bring a woman on board. Even a miniature one." Mr. Gibbs threw back his head and drank from his canteen as he began to leave.
Elizabeth stated boldly, "I find it rather fascinating."
The man walked up to her, smiling. He was a bit taller than her father, had a sharp face and a bold voice. He was handsome for a officer. "Think again, Ms. Swann," he said. "I am here to make sure that any person who wears the brand of a pirate or has served under a pirates command gets what he deserves. A quick drop and a sudden stop."
Elizabeth eye was caught by Mr. Gibbs, who strangled himself slightly, rolling back his eyes. If it wasn't such a horrible gesture it would be funny. She looked back up at Norrington. Were all pirates bad?
"Lieutenant Norrington, I am a bit concerned of what this subject's effect will have on my daughter," Elizabeth’s father said.
"Of course sir."
Elizabeth looked over at her father. "Actually, I still find it fascinating."
"Yes, that's what concerns me." The men turned to go.
They walked away from her, leaving her to herself once again. She turned back to the fog, wondering if pirates really were as horrible as everyone seemed to think. Surely they weren't, not all of them.
Ms. Swann looked down at the blue waters and something caught her eye. A piece of cloth perhaps? Under closer inspection she realized it was an umbrella. What in the blazes was an umbrella doing here, in the middle of the sea?
Elizabeth looked down for the umbrella and saw it floating towards the back of the boat. She looked forward again and saw something else. A person was on a raft, they looked unconscious. It was a boy. She turned and shouted, "there's a boy! A boy on a raft!"
The men looked over the rail and saw him, and pulled him up. Someone checked for breathing and assured them he was okay. Another interest caught the men's eyes and they were distracted from the boy. They moved him on a table and starred in awe at a burning ship sinking in the waters.
"What in blazes?"
Norrington assuringly stated, "it was a cargo ship. Probably an accident."
"Allot of good it did them." Elizabeth father eyed Mr. Gibbs who continued, "everyone's thinkin' it. I'm just saying it. Pirates."
Elizabeth stood over the boy, looking at him. She touched his face for no real reason and his hand flew up and grasped hers, she started with surprise. "I-it's okay. My name's Elizabeth Swann."
The boy gasped, almost smiling. "Will Turner."
"I'm watching over you, Will."
As if that had been a cue he passed out. Elizabeth noticed something around his neck that caught her eye. She moved her hand forward and picked it up, pulling it from his shirt. Gold. It was a gold circle, a form of jewelry. A necklace. On the face was an unmistakable symbol. A pirate symbol.
"You're a pirate!" She gasped, unknowingly pulling it off his neck.
A voice from behind startled her, she grasped the medallion in her fist and turned to face Norrington, hands behind her back. "Did you find anything."
"His name is Will Turner. That's all I've gotten out of him." She squeezed the medallion.
Her father heartily smiled at her, and leaned down. "We need to go and check out the wreckage for survivors." He looked at the boy's unconscious body and said, "he'll be in your charge."
She nodded and he stood to leave. Elizabeth watched him leave and turned around facing the railing and studying the gold pendant. It was engraved, a scull on the face. Gold, must be worth several shillings. Elizabeth noticed something in the distance, something black. She studied it.
A black ship, with torn black sails. The ship looked worn and battle scarred. She looked up at the sails. A white pirates scull and two blades running across each other on a black flag. A pirate flag. Her eyes widened with shock and surprise. And fear.
Elizabeth Swann opened her eyes, looking around her room and reentering her surroundings. She was in her bedroom, on her bed. A book lay next to her, on her pillow. Fallen asleep reading again. She got up and walked toward a drawer, thinking about her dream. She opened it up and found nothing. She pulled up the bottom and saw the gold medallion from her dream, dusty with neglect.
She looked in the mirror as she put it on, wiping off the dust.
"Elizabeth?"
Ms. Swann heard the knocking at the door and tripped over a small table, and quickly putting on a robe and hiding the necklace in her gown. "Yes, yes! Come in!"
The door opened and a maid and her father came in. His brown wig had since been replaced with a gray one, his face looking older, wiser. He smiled at her and the maid pulled the curtains up and opened the windows, the light made Elizabeth squint.
Elizabeth father, now the governor, extended his hand, offering her a small box. She took it looking at him. She opened the lid and saw it was a beautiful dress. "It's beautiful!" She gasped. She eyed him suspiciously, "may I ask the occasion?"
"Can't a father shower his daughter with gifts every now and then."
She smiled, turning into the dressing area. "I hoped you'd wear it to the ceremony today," he said.
"The Ceremony?"
"Captain Norrington's promotion ceremony."
"I knew it!"
"Commodore Norrington, soon to be," he talked to the dressing area, where all he could see of his daughter was the top of her head and feet. "You know he fancies you..."
The maids helped her into her dress. She gasped when the two of them started tugging at laces that aligned the upper half. Tight.
"How's it coming?"
Elizabeth gritted her teeth. "It's difficult to say." She looked back at the maid behind her.
The governor reassured her, "I hear it's the latest fashion in England."
"Well women in England must have learned not to breathe!" She panted as they laced up the corset.
A man entered the room, talking to governor Swann. "Sir, you have a visitor."
Will Turner stood in a long hallway in the governor’s house. He was wearing a nice outfit, somewhat like what he wore at work. In his hand he had a long leather case, he was examining a candle fixture on the wall.
Will studied the structure of the thing and wondered how it stood intact. He lifted his hand to touch it and one of the candle holders fell out of the wall, making a loud noise. Will looked around, he heard approaching footsteps.
He held the candlestick, wondering what to do. He tried to jam it back into the fixture, but it didn't work. He noticed a small umbrella holder and dropped it in. He smiled casually as a man walked by.
"Mr. Turner!" the governor said who descended from the stairs. "I've been expecting you."
Will grinned and put the case on a table, opening it to reveal a sword. "I have your order."
The governor picked it up, clearly impressed. "That's gold in the handle, and the bent steel in the blade." He extended a hand, "may I?"
The governor nodded and handed it over. Mr. Turner held the sword, balancing the blade from the handle with his first two fingers. "Perfectly balanced." He handed it over to the governor who was smiling.
"Norrington will like this very much, Mr. Turner. Will you please pass my praises on to your master?"
"I shall. An craftsman is always pleased to hear his work is appreciated," he grinned.
"Will!"
Will looked up the stairs and saw Elizabeth standing there, her darkening blonde hair with her flushed face. He wondered how she could fit in that dress. She raced down the steps, grinning at him.
"I had a dream about you last night!"
Will looked at her, bewildered. "A dream... about me, Ms. Swann?"
"Elizabeth? Is this entirely proper?" The governor.
"Yes," she added, paying her father no mind, "about the day we met. Do you remember?"
"Of course I do, Ms. Swann. How could I forget?"
"Will, how many times must I ask you to call me Elizabeth?"
Mr. Turner replied, "at least once more. As always, Ms. Swann."
By the look on her face he was sorry he had said it. But the governor said cheerily, "see, the boy knows his place. Come on, darling, we must be going."
Elizabeth coldly starred at William Turner, hiding away all her feelings. "Good day, Mr. Turner." She walked out the door and down the steps.
Will walked out after her, watching her get into the carriage and moving away. "Good bye," he breathed, "Elizabeth."
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Jack Sparrow sat on the top of the little boat, up in the sails. He watched the piece of land he was approaching, wondering how he was going to get a ship here. Jack looked down at the bottom of the boat and jumped down. He grabbed a bucket and started to dump out the salty water, the boat was sinking quickly.
He looked up to see a sign. PIRATES, YE BE WARNED, and it had two bodies, skeletons, hung by the neck beside them. Jack tipped his hat to the sign, these people did not like pirates. But he wasn't an ordinary Pirate.
Jack stood on the top of the boat, the sails whipping around at his back, the boat pulled into a small dock, and hopped off, leaving the sunk boat at the corner. A man grabbed his attention. "Sir! You can't leave you're boat there!" Jack spun around and approached him, eyeing him suspiciously.
"Sir, it cost one shilling to dock your boat there," Jack looked at the sunken boat and rolled his eyes, looking threw a small bag of money. "And I'll need to know your name."
Jack dropped three shillings on the clipboard. "What do you say to three shillings and we forget the name?"
The man looked at the money and back to Jack. "Ah, yes. Welcome to Port Royal, Mr. Smith."
Jack smiled, clapped his hands together in appreciation, and walked down the dock. On a post he noticed a small money bag. He snatched it and shook it, hearing the jingle inside. Without another thought he took it and walked away.
Jack stood in the shadows, eyeing a ship that looked well enough. It was called the Interceptor. It looked like it would be a great ship, at least until he could get the Pearl back. He noticed two guards standing at the entrance of the ship, mindlessly talking.
Mr. Sparrow casually walked down and swiftly passed by the guards, but one of them caught him. "Sorry sir," he said, "Civilians are not to go on this ship."
Jack nodded, "I'm sorry I didn't know, if I see one I shall inform you immediately." He walked a few steps and was stopped by the guards. He quickly added, "some kind of todo up at the fort. How come such fine gentlemen such as yourselves," he looked from one to the other, "did not merit an invitation?"
"Someone has to guard the ship."
"An admirable goal to be sure," he moved to the left, the guards blocking his way to the ship, "but it seems to me that a ship like that," he pointed at the Dauntless, "makes this one appear a bit superfluous really."
"The Dauntless is well enough, but no ship can match the Interceptor for speed."
Jack smiled, "I've heard of one, supposed to be very fast, nigh uncatchable. The Black Pearl."
The heavier guard smirked, "No. I mean a real ship."
"Black Pearl is a real ship," the smaller guard protested.
"No-no it's not."
In a louder voice, "yes it is, I've seen it!"
Jack watches the heavier guard spit out, "You've seen a ship with black sails, crewed by the damned with a captain so evil, hell itself spat him back out?"
"No."
"Right then."
"But I have seen a ship with black sails." Jack was no longer part of the conversation, and edged his way around the men onto the ship.
"So you're saying that a ship with black sails couldn't possibly been crewed by the damned and have a captain so evil hell itself spat him back out, is that what you're saying?"
"No."
"Right. There's no REAL ship, that can match the Int-" he turns to find Jack Sparrow gone. They look over at the boat and see him at the wheel.
"Hey you!" They rush on board, bayonets aimed at him. He has a "what did I do" look on his face. "Get away from there!"
"I'm sorry, it's such a pretty boat," he realized his error and quickly adds, "-ship."
"Don't move!"
"What's your name?"
"Smith, or Smithy," Jack replies.
"State your purpose in Port Royal, Mr. Smith," the heavier guard demanded.
"Yeah, and no lies!"
"Well then," Jack begins, "I confess. It is my intention to commandeer one of these ships, get me a crew in Tortuga, and otherwise raid, pillage, and plunder my measly black guts out, savvy?"
"I said no lies!"
The heavier one muttered, "I think he's telling the truth."
"If he was telling the truth he wouldn't have told us!" The shorter one growled.
"Unless he knew you wouldn't believe the truth even if he told it to you," Jack said, leaving the men baffled.
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Elizabeth was standing in the heat, next to the cliff ledge, looking out into the ocean. Her breath was unevenly paced, and she had to lean on a stone wall to keep from collapsing. The corset was not helping.
Norrington walked up to her, smiling. "Might I have a word?"
"You look lovely, Elizabeth." She fake-smiled and nodded, he continued, "This promotion throws in shock that which I have not achieved." He eyed her, "a marriage to a fine woman. You have become a fine woman, Elizabeth."
Elizabeth starred at him. Her breath caught. "I can’t breathe," she managed.
Norrington turned, beginning another speech, "yes, I’m a little overwhelmed myself…" Elizabeth gasps and faints, her limp body tumbling off the side and down into the waters. Norrington turns to look a her and notices she’s gone.
"Elizabeth?" He looks over the side and sees the disturbed white waters. "Elizabeth!" he screams, guards running up.
Norrington pulls off his coat and a hand grabs his arm. "Sir! The rocks! It’s a miracle she missed them!"
"…And then they made me their chief." Jack explained to the guards. He heard the splashed and looked at them.
He pointed at the place she fell. "Will you be saving her then?"
"Ah can’t swim!"
Jack rolled his eyes, pulling off his clothes and hat. His possessions were thrown at the guards as he mumbled, "Some pride of the royal navy you are," he growled, "do NOT loose these."
The water rippled after Jack dives in, coming from the medallion. The guards look at each other. "What was that?"
The flag had changed position, and was now blowing in the opposite direction.
Jack effortlessly found her, and heaved her to the surface. He began sinking again.
Damn dress.
He rips it off her, not caring as it fell down into the ocean depts. He made his way to the ship, the guards helping him pull her up.
The heavier guard was on top of her, starring at her neck and throat. "No breathing!"
Jack pushes him out of the way and pulled a dagger out of his boot, slashing through the laces, ripping the corset off.
Elizabeth gasped, coughing up water. Jack tosses the corset to the small guard.
The other one gasped, "ah would have never thought of that."
Jack stares at him, "clearly you have never been to Singapole." Jack examines the necklace around her neck. The pirate medallion. He almost snarled with surprise and accusation, "WHERE did you get that?!"
A bayonet was aimed at Jack’s head, and another guard snarled, "don’t move you!"
The governor runs up and puts a jacket around Elizabeth. She hides the pirate necklace in her dress.
The governor snaps, "kill him."
"Father!" Elizabeth says. She turns to Norrington, "Commodore, do you really intend on killing my rescuer?"
Norrington slowly nods and the guns are withdrawn. Jack cups his hands together and bows, about to leave. "I believe thanks should be in order," Norrington said, extending a hand.
Jack studies the man, and slowly takes it.
Norrington grabs his palm and pulls him forward, pulling back Jack’s sleeve with the other hand, revealing a skin colored "P" on his tan skin.
"Have a little run with the East Indian company? Pirate?"
Jack winces in a "oh-yeah" kind of way. He looks at the man who had caught him. Norrington lifts the sleeve a bit, revealing a tattoo of a sparrow flying over the sea.
"Jack Sparrow, isn’t it?"
"Captain Jack Sparrow, if you will."
Norrington snorted, "well I don’t see your ship."
Jack smiled, "I’m in the market as it were."
"He said he’d come here to commandeer one!"
The guards chimed in and brought Norrington some of Jack’s belongings. "These are his sir."
Norrington examines the objects, saying, "a pistol with no additional shot or powder. A compass that doesn’t point North," he looks at Jack’s sword. "And I half expected it to be made of wood."
Jack grimaces.
"You are by far the worst pirate I have ever heard of."
Jack lifts up a hand. "But you have heard of me."
"Hang him."
Guards pull Jack away, putting his hands in chains. Elizabeth runs ahead and stands between Jack and Norrington.
"Pirate or not this man saved my life."
The governor added, "one good deed is not enough to repay a lifetime of piracy."
"But it sure is enough to condemn him," Jack muttered.
"It certainly is."
The man finished chaining up Jack, "Finally!" he growled, pushing the guards away and swinging his arms around Elizabeth, the chain around her neck.
The men gasped, lifting their bayonets aimed at Sparrow. None dare shoot, the governor's daughter could be harmed. Norrington looked like he was going to explode.
"I knew you'd warm up to me," Jack smirked, keeping himself mostly hidden from the guards. "Commodore! My affects please-And my hat." The men starred at him. "Commodore!" Jack barked.
The men brought forward Jack's belongings and Jack talked smoothly in Elizabeth's ear. "Elizabeth, it is Elizabeth isn't it?"
"It's Ms. Swann," Elizabeth growled, trembling. Jack grinned at her statement.
"Fine, 'Ms. Swann' if you would be so kind," Elizabeth reached out to take the man's belongings. Jack growled, "come, come. We don't have all day."
Jack spun her around so she was facing him, snatching his pistol and aiming it at her head. He smiled, "now, Ms. Swann, if you would be very kind."
Elizabeth held her tongue and did as she was told, shoving his hat on his head, putting on his jacket. While doing so she had to put her arms around him, Jack took this opportunity to look at Commodore Norrington, who had to look away with disgust. (LOVE that scene) Elizabeth put on his belt, tight as possible.
"Easy on the goods, darling."
Elizabeth was finished she looked up at him. "You're despicable."
Jack explained, "sticks and stones, love. I saved your life, you saved mine, we're square."
Jack spun Elizabeth around, and started backing up. He called to the soldiers, "Gentlemen, m' lady, you will always remember this as the day you almost caught Captain Jack Sparrow." With that he pulled the chains free from Elizabeth's neck and pushed her into the guards.
The guards caught her and made sure she was safe, Jack had already found a way up into the air, dropping a cannon onto the dock, smashing through the wood. Jack spun around on a rope, with little to no control.
"Now will you shoot him?" The governor asked. The men lifted their guns, but none seemed to get a good shot at him. Jack got on a wooden pole, noticing a wire that extended down to the shore.
Jack Sparrow flung the chain around the wire. Doubling it up and sliding down. He reached the shore and ran, gunshots following him. He got away and disappeared into the trees.
Commodore Norrington talked to one of him higher ranking Lieutenants, "Mr. Sparrow has a dawn appointment with the gallows. I would hate for him to miss it."
The officer nodded, and a small squad followed him. Norrington had many small squads all over the island. They would find Sparrow.
Jack hid as a small group of soldiers walked past him, he studied his surroundings and saw that he was standing next to a Blacksmith shop. He looked down at the chains that confined him. Perhaps the Blacksmith shop would have some tool he could use to get out?
Jack saw another squad marching around, and he walked in. Nobody was home. Jack went inside and saw on a workbench many different tools. He saw a small hammer that he could use to bust the chains.
Mr. Sparrow turned to see a man sleeping, the sound he had heard had been the man's empty rum bottle. Jack walked up to him and poked him, nothing. He tried to catch him by surprise by yelling at him. Nothing.
Jack started whacking at the chains with little success. He looked up and saw that there was a gear thing (I don't know what it's called) that he could use to smash the chains. A donkey was in the way.
He went over to the coals and picked up a fire poker, and touched the donkey on it's rear. It neighed and moved out of the way. In case someone had heard Jack quickly put the chain in the way of the gear and it crushed it.
Jack looked down at his hands and smiled at his newfound freedom and heard a sound of the door being opened. He dodged behind a table and noticed a back door. Something was missing.
Will Turner walked into his shop, and looked over at the passed out drunk man. He smiled, "right were I left you." He walked over to the work bench, taking off the overcoat he had entered in. He noticed the hammer sitting on the anvil. "Not where I left you."
Will looked over at the workbench and noticed something else too. It was a hat. He reached out to pick it up and felt the blade slap him on the hand. He backed away, starring at the man who pointed it at him. No doubt a pirate.
"You're the one they're searching for," Will growled, "the pirate."
Jack studied Will, "you look somewhat familiar. Have I threatened you before?"
"I try to avoid any familiarities with pirates."
Jack nodded, grabbing his hat and turning to go. "Ah, well, it would be a shame to put a black mark on your record so if you'll excuse me…"
Will grabbed a nearby sword and pointed it at Jack, challenging him.
"Do you think this wise, boy?" Jack questioned. "Crossing blades with a pirate?"
"You threatened Ms. Swann," Will muttered.
Jack replied, "only a little."
The two blades ran up against each other, slamming into the other, each with the same amount of force. Jack smiled at Will, "you know what you're doing I'll give ya that." He hadn't been in a good sword fight in a while. "Excellent form, but how's your footwork?"
Jack moved his left foot, in doing so saying, "if I move here…" Will retorted with the same move, keeping Jack's blade always across his own. "Very good, now I step again." Jack effortlessly kept the beat steady, using every maneuver he could think of to snap the sword out of Will's hand.
Jack snatched his hat and put his sword in it's holster, Will looked at him, unsure. "Ta!" Jack said, walking to the door. Will reared back his sword and threw it at Jack, missing his head only be a matter of inches, and sinking itself into the door.
Jack gave Will a "missed-me" kind of look. Will smiled. Jack tried to pull back the sword that held the door shut." It wouldn't budge. He tried slanting it, and it didn't move. (He does that hissy fit thingy that's FUNNY!) He turns to Will.
"That is a WONDERFUL trick, but once again you are between me and my way out," Will looked around, knowing what Jack was going to say next.
"And now you have no weapon."
Will Turner reached the coal oven and pulled out the hot poker, and swung it around, menacingly. Jack took one look at the hot object and rushed for the backdoor. William was quick to intercept him and they began another battle, William fighting with the hot poker as if it were a sword.
Bright orange sparks flew with heavy impact of Jack's swings. Jack swung down in an unexpected manner, getting the poker out of Will's hand. Jack followed Will and found him with another sword. Jack looked around. Swords were everywhere.
"Who makes all these?"
Will replied, never missing a step, "I do." They slammed steal against steal. "And I practice with them three hours a day!"
Jack rolled his eyes and smirked, "you need to find yourself a girl, mate!" Jack smacked his blade along Will, and turned it enough that Will was close enough to him to hear. Jack said in a low voice, "or perhaps you already have found a girl, and have otherwise been incapable of wooing that person. You're not a unnich are you?" He looked down, looking grossed out. (GREAT)
Will didn't bother to answer the question and continued attacking Jack with his sword. "I practice three hours a day, so when I meet a pirate I can kill it!"
"Ah," Jack says, understanding. He forwards a little, and suddenly realizes that they are on a wooden cart with one axis in the middle. It would be complicated just to stay afoot. Jack continues swinging and Will grabs another sword.
Will unintentionally gets Jack's chains wrapped in one of the sword's blade. He shoves it up into the wood, leaving jack somewhat hanging there. Jack slashes wildly with his sword, and shoves his foot down on the wood, flinging Will to the ground.
Jack lifts himself up and starts tugging at the sword. Will steps on the cart again and Jack falls, catapulting Will into the balcony beams. Jack pulls the sword away from his chains and starts to get up. Will cuts a rope, letting a box of suspended supplies fall to the ground, on the cart.
Jack grabs onto one of the beams, looks somewhat unsure of what is going on. He sees Will approaching and quickly gets up and faces him. They continue fighting on the beams, having some difficulty keeping balance. Jack kicks Will, sending him to the ground.
Will is recovering, Jack hops to the ground and sprays some brown colored crap on his face, covering him from almost head to toe. Will looks around and grabs another sword and turns to face Jack, but ends up facing the barrel of a pistol.
"Y-you cheated!" Will growled.
"Pirate."
The entrance to the Blacksmith shop was being knocked on, and pulled on, trying to get open.
"Move."
Will lifted his sword, "never."
"Please move," Jack sincerely asks.
"I cannot just let you get away."
Jack prepares to fire, finger at the trigger. He stares at Will. "This shot is not meant for you."
Will isn't exactly sure of what he meant by that, but with a crash he sees pieces of glass flying around Jack's head. Captain Sparrow falls limp to the ground, out cold. In his place stood the drunk man that owned the store, holding his broken rum bottle.
The doors were opened, a small squad aimed their guns on Jack, as if he was going to get up. Commodore Norrington looked at the man with the rum bottle. "Good work, you helped capture a wanted criminal."
"Just doing my civic duty," the man replies (LOVE how Will looks here) Commodore looks down at Jack's body.
"Well, I guess this will always be remembered as the day Jack Sparrow ALMOST got away."
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Elizabeth Swann sat in her bed, mindlessly starring at a book. A maid came in and put the pot of coals to keep the bed warm under the blanket.
"Must've been an awfully exciting day for you."
Elizabeth lowered the book, "I had always assumed Norrington to propose, but, I don't think I was entirely prepared for it."
"I mean about that pirate, must've been terrifying!"
"Oh," she smiled a little, "yes, it was terrifying."
The maid smiled, "But the Commodore proposed? Now that's a smart match if it's not to bold of me to say."
"It is a smart match. Commodore Norrington is a fine man. What any woman should dream of having."
"But that Will Turner," the maid said boldly, "he's a smart match too."
Elizabeth breathed, "that is too bold."
The maid got up, nodding, "I understand miss. Twas not my place." With that she exited the room, leaving Elizabeth to her book and thoughts of what she had lastly said.
The candle's flame began to flicker and Elizabeth looked towards the open window, the candle light blew out.
Will Turner was in the blacksmith shop, working on another sword. He could almost hear something and opened the window to the shop and looked out. He could barely see anything through this fog.
A ship wandered it's way into the harbor. The torn black sails pushing it forward, pulling up on the unsuspecting shore.
The prisoners in the jail had scraps of meat from their previous lunches. They stuck them out of the bars, calling to a mutt dog that had the jail cell's keys in his mouth. In the opposite cell next to them Jack sat, his hat covering up most of his face.
"If you keep on like that the dog is never going to move," Jack muttered.
One of the prisoners turned to him and hissed, "excuse us if we haven't gotten reserved for the gallows just yet."
Jack grinned to himself.
Commodore Norrington and the governor walked by the dock. "Has my daughter given you an answer to your proposal?" The governor asked.
"No," Norrington replied.
"Well, she did have a rather trying day…" The governor stopped and listened. He muttered, "what's that sound?"
"Cannon fire!" Norrington shouted, pushing the governor out of the way of the cannons.
The ship lurked in the shallow waters, the cannons being aimed by the pirates aboard. They were here for one thing, and if they had to kill every person in this little town, so be it. The cannons began firing, smashing into nearby homes, shops, and boats.
Norrington shouted orders to a few of his men, and turned to the governor. "Governor, barricade yourself in my office." He starred him in the eye, "that's an order."
Jack sat in the cell, somewhat asleep, mostly awake. The sound of gunfire caught his attention. He jumped up, and stood on his bunk, looking out of a small window. "I know those cannons!"
The other prisoners looked at him, unable to see for they had no window. "It's the Pearl," Jack grinned.
"The Black Pearl? I've heard stories. Supposedly they raid several different towns, goin' on near ten years. She never leaves any survivors," one of the men explained.
"No survivors?" Jack looked at the man with a mischievous glance. "Then where do the stories come from, I wonder?"
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Will Turner looks out of his shop door and sees the cannon fire. Will figured there will probably be an invasion immediately preceding this, so he begins picking up an assorted amount of knives, daggers, swords, and hatchets.
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Elizabeth looks out her window, the cannons hitting buildings explode in a large fury of orange and yellow sparks. The full moon was clouded by large masses of gray clouds, the stars weren't visible. Beautiful if it wasn't so cruel. She had never seen such horrible beauty since...
The crossing from England.
Pirates.
Her dream? Possibly. That pirate? Jack Sparrow-was it? Possibly.
But pirates was a certainty.
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Will had been correct. The men, if you could call them that, were in small boats, rowing out onto the land. Will wasn't sure why they were hear, but figured that pirate, Sparrow, was probably behind it.
The pirates closed in on the shore. Some jumped out and waded through the shallow waters. Cannon fire sometimes shot at the small boats, most were aimed at the Black Pearl itself. Never leaving much of a hit.
Dirty. Disgusting. They smelled, their torn clothes were filled with cuts, bullet holes, stains, and filled from head to toe with weapons. Knives, daggers, swords, and pistols. There blades were blood rusted, they each had a series of scars on their bodies. Brown stains on their clothing were dried caked blood stains.
They lifted their swords and ran onto shore, some in small packs, others by themselves.
Will opened the door, a tan pirate running after a woman. Mr. Turner reared back and threw a hatchet, nailing the man square in the back. He fell to the ground, dead. Will ran up, snatching the hatchet and started fighting with other pirates.
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Jack looked out the small window, watching the heavy fighting with men he knew, some he didn't. His eyes widened with the sound of a cannon going off. He ducked as the ball hit the jail wall, leaving a large opening.
Mr. Sparrow got up to leave and was discouraged to see that the ball had in fact only blown a hole in the opposing cell, the other jail mates hoped out. On turned to him.
"Sorry, friend. You’ve no matter of luck at all."
Jack scowled when they hopped out, leaving Jack to himself.
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Elizabeth starred out her window, uncertain of what she should do. Sounds caught her attention. She was mortified with what she saw there. Three pirates ran up to the door, howling with laughter and a series of growls and snarls.
Running towards the door.
Elizabeth heard the knock and ran to her bedroom door, opening it and looking down the staircase at the mansion's door. The butler went to the front to open it. "Don't!"
The man didn't hear, and opened the door. The pirate's grinned at him. One of them held up a gun, "'Allow, poppet."
She screamed at the gunshot, the butler falling to the floor, dead. She caught their attention, she ran into her room, closing the door and locking it. She ran into the maid.
"Are you all right?"
Elizabeth didn't bother to answer her, "hide! They haven't seen you yet. As soon as you can run into the town and get help!"
"They're after you."
"What?"
The maid repeated, "you're the governor’s daughter."
Leverage? Possibly. The door handle was turned, but didn't open. The maid ducked behind a small table and Elizabeth ran into another room, the door busting open as she did so. The two pirates followed her through the door, the larger one being hit in the head with a large coal pan. He fell to the ground, currently knocked out.
She swung at the smaller man, who grabbed her hand, the pan above his head. He growled at her, laughing. The man had a discolored eye, a little clouded. She doubted he could see. She reached up and unlatched the top of the kettle, the coals falling on his head.
"Hot! Hot!"
Elizabeth ran down the stairs, the two men recover and hot on her trail. She hurried down the stairs, the pirate with the harsh voice a few steps behind her. The one with the screwed up eyeball leapt off the balcony at the end of the stairs, cornering her.
A man walked out of her living room, diamonds and jewels covered him. A cannon busted threw the door, nailing him in the gut, sending him back into the living quarters. Elizabeth looked up and ran through the large room into a smaller one, the chandelier falling behind her steps. She closed the door and blocked it with a candlestick holder.
Weapon... weapon... she noted a display headpiece with two swords on it. She pulled it off the wall and yanked on the swords with no success (Love the little hissy fit, reminds me of Jack). The door was straining to keep the pirates back.
She had to move.
The door cracked and the candlestick holder broke in two. They walked in the room, the window was open, a small draft blowing the curtains.
"We know you're here, Poppet." The larger man growled. He had balding hair, teeth that were crooked and almost brown with discolorment.
"Poppet..." the other man echoed. He had stringy hair, his clouded eye was a bit slower moving than his other one.
"We won't 'urt you." (LOVE what the other one does, I just can't explain it.) The larger man continued, "you got somethin' that belongs to us."
Elizabeth looked through the small crack in the door, and down at the gold medallion. This is what it was all about?
"The gold calls to us."
She starred down at the piece. What did they need it for. How did it "call" to them? The light dimmed until she was covered in a man's shadow.
"'Allow, Poppet." The door was swung open, the man's pistol aimed.
"Parlay!"
The man's eyes narrowed. "What?"
"Parlay! I evoke the right of parley! According to the code you must take those under the protection of palely to your captain."
"I know the code," He growled.
Elizabeth added, "anyone under the protection of parley- you can do them no harm until the parley is complete."
The man with the 'eye' snarled, "to blazes with the code!"
"She wants to be takin' to the capt'n!" The other one hissed. He smiled at her, "'an she'll go w' out a fuss. We must honor the code."
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Jack stuck out his hand through one of the cell's square holes. The cell was white with newfound moonlight threw the small window and hole in the other cell. He grabbed a bone, and shook it through the bars. "Doggie! Come 'ere doggie! It's just you and me now. You and ol' Jack!"
The raggedy dog walked up to him, tail wagging slightly. "That's it! That's it! Bit closer! 'A bit closer!"
"Come on you mangy, bag of-" a sound caught the dog's attention and he ran away. Jack wailed, "no! Come back! Ah didn't mean it!" Jack looked up at the entrance and saw a man being thrown to the ground. A pirate walked in.
"Hey! This isn't the armory!"
The other pirate with dredlocked hair looked over at Jack. He smiled. "Well well, look at what we have here." He walked up to the cell. Jack glared at him. "Captain Jack Sparrow."
The other man spat at the ground. Jack held in a comment. "The last time I saw you, you were all alone, on a god-forsaken island. Shrinkin' in the distance." The man smirked, elbowing the other. "His fortune's haven't improved much."
Jack smirked, "worry about your own fortunes, gentlemen. The fiery pits of hell are reserved for betrayers and mutineers."
The taller man growled and grabbed Jack by his neck, entering the moonlight. Jack starred at the hand that was now a skeleton's bones. "So there is a curse... that's interesting."
"You know nothing of hell." The man growled, roughly releasing Jack and turning to leave. Soon Jack was alone again.
He looked down at the bone he used to seduce the dog. "That's very interesting."