Chapter 1 of Propriety by Violingirl09

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the Pirates of the Caribbean characters (although I would like to).

Hi everyone! This is going to be a pretty long fanfic, and I look forward to writing it! This is the first time I have wrote a fanfic for PotC, so review and tell me what I did wrong, and what I did right. Thanks for reading!

"Yo ho, yo ho, a pirate's life for me- Father! Come quick, there's a boy in the water!" Nine year-old Elizabeth Swann rushed over to her father, Governor Weatherby Swann, and tugged his shirtsleeve.

He looked over the side of the boat and saw an unconscious boy lying on a piece of driftwood in the middle of the ocean. "Oh my gosh! Sailors, Mr. Gibbs, get that poor boy out of the water and on deck at once!"

He walked over to the prow of the boat and pulled Elizabeth away from it, saying, "Elizabeth, you know better than to be standing there. Especially a young lady of your stature. And, do not sing that revolting song. Forget that silly nonsense, no one wants to be a pirate, especially not you!" He looked at her sternly.

"Why not, Father? If it's truly what I want, you wouldn't hold me back from my dream, would you?" She glared at him reproachfully.

"Nonsense, you haven't grown up enough to understand these things," he declared, not looking her straight in the eye.

"Aye, listen to your father, it'll do you good," Gibbs interluded, staring at Elizabeth.

"Well, we had better go see about this boy, I do hope he's all right." Governor Swann beckoned to his daughter.

They walked over to check on the boy, and he suddenly started to cough and splutter.

"Governor, we need you up here!" came a shout from the stern. Governor Swann glanced at the boy.

"Go on, Father, I'll take care of him!" Elizabeth said brightly. She straightened up the boy so he was leaning against the side of the boat, while her father, preoccupied with other matters, rushed off to have a word with the captain.

The boy's head drooped, so Elizabeth took the liberty of lifting it and looking concernedly into his eyes. "What's your name?"

"Will-Will Turner."

"Well, Mr. Turner, you had better come with me to find a bunk. You look half dead!"

She helped him down the stairs to the lower portion of the boat and walked him to the far end. He collapsed into the first unoccupied bunk he came to. She sat down beside him.

Right before he fell asleep, she muttered, "By the way, my name's Elizabeth-Elizabeth Swann."

Was it good? Please tell me! The next chap. will be longer, I promise! Violingirl09