Hi! This is just a little idea I had today, pretty much off the top of my head. I thought it would be fun to write, so - voila! It has virtually nothing to do with the plot of the Pirates movies, I just used the characters and kept their personalities the same. It takes place in modern times, Elizabeth's POV, at a college called Port Royal Academy. (Original, no?) This is entirely Willabeth. Tell me what you think!

Disclaimer: If I did, well... Actually I'm just going to shut up so I don't spoil AWE for anyone.

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It was a scene of complete chaos. Foreign, coarse men invaded the small, quiet town, screaming drunkenly. A man with a long beard chased a young woman down the street. Another man, screeching drunkenly, was caught in his tracks as a sword pierced his arm. He cried out in agony, dropping the small, brutish axe had been carrying to clutch at his arm, which was bleeding profusely and alarmingly fast. A dagger sliced through the air, embedding itself in the man's back. He gave a loud "Urgh!" of surprise as he dropped to the ground, blood seeping-

"Miss Swann!"

Elizabeth woke with a start to see her physics teacher, Professor Norrington, glaring at her sternly.

"Miss Swann, I realize this may not be your favorite subject, but at least do me the courtesy of remaining concious in my class," the professor scolded. Scattered titters broke out as Elizabeth flushed. She hoped he hadn't been sleeptalking again.

She sighed as Professor Norrington went back to the large and complicated diagram he was drawing at the blackboard. It was the third day of her first week in her new college, Port Royal Academy. She had moved to Port Royal after her father died of cancer. Her mother had died in childbirth, so there was nothing left for her in her old home. Truth be told, she didn't exactly like it in Port Royal. She had been accepted to many colleges - but this was the one her father had wanted her to attend, so she decided to honor his final wish.

She tapped her pencil impatiently. Glancing up at the clock, she groaned as she saw that she still had fifteen minutes of this wretched class. There was nothing worse than being locked up in a stuffy old classroom with a bunch of boring, smart people listening to an ancient professor drone on and on about some Principle of Something or whatever. Not that Elizabeth wasn't smart - she just didn't really think herself up to the standards of the people around her, despite her high grade point average and A- in the advanced physics coarse she was currently in.

Deciding enough time had passed for it to be safe to stop appearing attentive, Elizabeth stared out the open window, watching lazily as a fat chickadee flitted from one branch to another. What Elizabeth really dreamt of doing was something action-packed; something that would never make her bored. She had recently ben reading pirate novels, and instantly become fascinated with the entire prospect. What she wouldn't give to be in one of her pirate novels now!

"...Miss Swann! Please return your attention to the front of the class; I do not want to tell you again!" Professor Norrington snapped. Elizabeth's eyes clicked back into focus as she glared at him from the back row. She repressed the urge to roll her eyes as he turned his back to the class huffily to complete his overly complicated drawing.

Bing. Bing. Bing.

The usual shuffle of binders and squeak of chairs ensued as the bell rang, announcing that the last class of the day was over. Everyone around her was smiling, though none as widely as Elizabeth. She slung her back around her back, her eyes on the door. She had one foot in the hallway when a loud, annoyed cough behind her caused her to turn around.

"Yes?" She asked, forcing politeness into her tone. Her professor glared at her, his eyes narrowed.

"Miss Swann, I realize you are new here, and I don't know how things went at your other schools, but let me tell you something - in Port Royal Academy, we pay attention in class and listen to our professors. I do not wish to have to give you this warning again; do you understand?"

"Yes, Professor," Elizabeth sighed. Once again, the urge to roll her eyes was extremely hard to stop.

"Very well. You may leave," he said shortly. Elizabeth nodded once and nearly ran into the hallway. Various students passed by her, each in a casual walk nothing like the frenzied hurrying she had seen all day. It was amazing how much more relaxed the students were when they weren't rushing off to classes.

Elizabeth got to her dorm room in what felt like no time at all. She shared the room with two other girls, both older than her. She hadn't seen them much; she had day classes and they both had night classes. Their names were Rachel and Angela. They were both very nice, but both had the same haggard, run-down appearance. Elizabeth hoped she didn't appear as burnt out as them in two years' time.

"Oh, hey, Elizabeth. How was your day?" Rachel asked. She was sitting on her bed, three textbooks open in front of her. She had the same dark rings under her eyes and was pushing a strand of her long brown hair out of her face as she wrote something on a notecard. A cup of coffee was on her bedside table.

"Good. How was yours?" Elizabeth asked, closing the door behind her quietly. She had slammed the door once, two days ago, and was met the next morning by what seemed to be the entire dorm of girls - all extremely irritated that she had interrupted the only sleep they had gotten all week. Elizabeth shut the door quietly from then on.

"Okay. Professor Slingston was a bit of a bitch to me, but what else is new? I swear, that woman just needs to like retire or something..." Rachel answered, now searching for another notecard from the pile in between two of her textbooks.

"No classes tonight?" Elizabeth asked, flopping down on her bed. She, too, got out a textbook less-than-enthusiastically and rummaged in her bag for a pen.

"Nope, Professor Keller is sick and he didn't have time to get us a sub. Angela's got Professor Junnor, though, and he's never sick. We think he's a robot," Rachel confided, laughing humorlessly. Elizabeth smiled as she extracted a pen and a folder full of paper from her bag.

"That sucks. Norrington was being an idiot to me earlier because I wasn't paying attention again," Elizabeth answered, writing a heading on the piece of paper on her lap.

"So, Norrington excluded, what do you think of PRA? I realize that we haven't seen you much since you got here. Made any friends?" Rachel asked kindly.

"Nah, not yet. I haven't really had time, what with getting situated and everything. I like the Academy overall, though," she lied.

"Hey, I've got an idea. Me and some of the people in my class are inviting their friends and having a big study group in the main library tonight at 8. Wanna come? I'll introduce you to my brother, Jack," Rachel offered.

"Sure! Sounds great," Elizabeth answered. Rachel had mentioned her brother in passing before, saying that he was the same age as Elizabeth. It seemed that everyone in the school knew who Jack Sparrow was, though, as Elizabeth found out on her first day.

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Again, trust me, this is entirely Willabeth. So what do you think? Good? Bad? Review and tell me! Suggestions are always welcomed! And HAPPY AWE DAY!

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