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Elizabeth Swann had just returned to Port Royal after being captured by pirates. It was a fairly scary situation, but she had made it through. She was now preparing to marry Commodore Norrington in five days. She honestly didn't love the man, but she felt this marriage was necessary to please her father. It was rather a stupid reason to be getting married, but she felt it was the right thing to do.
Elizabeth really hadn't thought too much about her marriage. Her thoughts were elsewhere. She kept replaying the events of the past few days in her mind. One thought in particular kept coming back to her. What had happened to Will?
The last time she saw him he was on the Black Pearl on his way to perform the blood ceremony to free the pirates of their curse. As far as Elizabeth was concerned they deserved to be cursed. It wasn't fair that Will should have to die to free them. She couldn't bare to think of that. She knew he was probably dead by now. It wasn't even necessary that he die, he could have just simply cut his hand and drawn blood that way. That wouldn't have killed him.
She remembered trying to convince the Commodore and his men to save him, but they wouldn't. It was too much of a risk.
Elizabeth needed to stop thinking this way. She needed to clear her thoughts of these things and prepare herself for her wedding day, but how could she? She didn't even love this man. The man who wouldn't save Will! Why did her thoughts constantly come back to Will? She simply couldn't get the man off her mind.
Elizabeth's thoughts were disturbed as she heard the door to her room open behind her.
"Hello puppet," a voice called.
It was that stupid pirate Barbossa. She'd finally gotten away from him and he'd come back. What could he possibly want now? Hadn't he realized that she wasn't the one he'd been searching for? She wasn't a Turner. She couldn't end their curse.
"I am revived of the curse now, but don't think that means ye can be killing me," Barbossa sneered.
"What do you want?" Elizabeth responded without the slightest touch of kindness in her voice.
"Didn't you ever wonder what happened to a certain Will Turner? He insisted we free you from that island and so we told him we'd do just that, but you see we had a bit of trouble saving you once we found you weren't there."
There had to be a catch. Barbossa would never do something to help somebody else. Why would he have gone back to save Elizabeth?
"So if I was no longer on the island why did you come here?"
Barbossa completely ignored the question and pulled a black chicken leg out of his pocket. "Would you like some chicken Miss Swann?"
"I don't trust food from a pirate."
Barbossa pulled out his sword and stuck it in front of Elizabeth's neck. "Ye better eat it if you know what's good for you."
He handed her the chicken once again. Not wanting to loose her life Elizabeth grabbed it and took a bite.
"This better not kill me!"
Barbossa simply laughed and left. His mission was clearly completed, whatever that mission was.