Quite Like You
Disclaimer: I don't own the scallywags in this story or the quotes used.
A/N: This is to all the fans who love Potc . . . at least that was my intention. But then I had to ask a question: What if Will wasn't the only child? No this isn't a Mary sue; it's just my musings on things. Enjoy.
Chapter1: Fog Bound
The mist was thick. The twelve-year-old, Elizabeth Swann couldn't see more than ten feet in front of her. The young girl was traveling from England to Port Royal. Still the fog would slow them down.
"What if pirates are in these waters?" Elizabeth giggled at the thought. No pirate would ever go against Captain Norrington. Elizabeth hurried down to the cabin she was staying in. The cabin's interior was lovely but didn't feel like her home in England.
Her father large hat with the fancy plume rest on the bed. He must've left it there. She put it on even though it was entirely too big. "Argh!" she said and lunged at the air. The hat slipped off her head and onto the floor.
"Elizabeth?" Her father peeked into the cabin. "My dear, what are you doing?"
"I'm a pirate!" She giggled.
"Now, dear, we must be proper. Remember you'll be a governor's daughter when we reach Port Royal." Governor Swann smiled.
"I suppose." Elizabeth said not wanting to stop her game of pretend.
Governor Swann patted her head. "What were you playing?"
"Pirates! I was going to pillage and plunder!" Elizabeth smiled but her father only sighed.
"You and your mother. She loved pirates and all their tales. Maybe that's why you're so vivacious." He handed her a copper colored book with a painted skull and cross bones on the front. "This was her collection of pirates tales and pictures. Most of them are right here in the Caribbean. I hope I'm not making any mistake."
"Oh thank you father!" Elizabeth wrapped her arms around Governor Swann. When he left she opened the book. She read slowly; it was a worn poem on the first page of the book, "A Pirates Life for me? Yo ho, yo ho, a pirate's life for me. We pillage, we plunder, we rifle, and loot, Drink up, me 'earties, yo ho. We kidnap and ravage and don't give a hoot, Drink up me 'earties, yo ho." Though she didn't understand all the words they evoked a pure childlike joy.
Two days later Elizabeth was back on deck. The fog hadn't ceased and they were moving as slow as a slug. Elizabeth had read through book but mostly looked at the pictures. The song, which, she had first read was her favorite. "Yo ho, yo ho, a pirates life for me."
One of the sailors, Mr. Gibbs, who had taught her the tune walked up behind her, "Hush up missy! I don't want cursed pirates hearing that song. This is an unnatural fog."
"Mr. Gibbs!" Norrington clenched his teeth together. Elizabeth didn't like Norrington much. Though he was a good person he was very stiff like her father and everyone else she knew.
"Bad luck to be singing about pirates with us mired in this unnatural fog." Gibbs glared at Norrington.
"I said that will do! On your way." After Gibbs had left Norrington stood next to Elizabeth.
"I think pirates are fascinating. My father gave me a book to keep me entertained." Elizabeth smiled but Norrington didn't. He only looked forward into the bleak fog.
"Pirates? Fascinating? I admire your passion, Miss Swann but pirates really are vile and dissolute creatures. All them are like that, trust me. My passion however lies in giving ever pirate I meet a short drop and a sudden stop." Norrington chuckled at the thought.
Elizabeth looked at Norrington quizzically and then to Gibbs who wasn't far off. He mimicked a hanged man. Elizabeth gasped.
"Captain Norrington, I really do appreciate your devotion to the law. But I'm.I'm concerned about the effect this subject will have upon my daughter." Governor Swann said. Norrington nodded and went about his business. Then he took Elizabeth aside. "I knew it was a mistake to give you that book. When you're of proper age you may have it back."
"But father!" Elizabeth pleaded.
"No! I may reconsider if you stop having wild dreams about pirates. I don't want you to end up like your mother." Governor Swann left Elizabeth alone in the fog.
"A pirate's life for me . . ." Elizabeth whispered then sadly looked at the waves. No more pirates. No more stories. She had never even met her mother. Evelyn Swan was her name but she had died when Elizabeth had been born.
A mint-green parasol floated in the water. "What?" Elizabeth wondered where it could've come from. She watched it float by but another sight caught her eye, a boy and a girl floating on a piece of wood. They were close to her age and soaked from the ocean water. "There are children in the water!" Elizabeth screamed pointing.
Norrington yelled, "Men over board! Haul them aboard!" Minutes later the boy and girl were both safe from the water deadly depths. "Thank goodness, both of them are alive."
Many of the sailors gasped. A merchant ship, in pieces was burning in the water. From the looks of it the children were the only survivors.
"What happened?" Governor Swann questioned.
"Pirates, I say!" Gibbs muttered.
"Most likely it was the powder magazine. May God have mercy on the souls of those people." Norrington said sympathetically.
"Elizabeth, watch over the children, will you?" Governor Swann said motioning to Elizabeth to stay out of the way.
Both of the children had angelic faces. The boy had wavy dark brown hair but the girl had long wavy golden hair. "They must be brother and sister." Elizabeth thought aloud.
She looked at the glimpse of gold on the boy's chest. She gingerly pulled it off of his neck. The pendant was solid gold with a skull on it. "A . . . p-p-pirate?" Elizabeth didn't want him to be found out and then hung.
The boy suddenly awoke, "W-w-who are you?"
"It's alright. I am Elizabeth Swann." She smiled. When the children got better she wouldn't be so lonely.
"W-w-w-ill Turner." He breathed heavily and then fainted again. Elizabeth leaned in close to see it he was still breathing. He was.
A sharp voice snapped her out of her world, "Miss Swann have they said anything?"
"The boy's name is William Turner." Elizabeth said. Out of nowhere a ghostly ship with black sails sailed silently away. In her mind she thought "pirates" but quickly dismissed the thought.
A few days later both of them recovered. They were brother and sister. Will was the older one, just a year older than Elizabeth but Coralie, his sister, was a year younger than Elizabeth.
"You don't have to call me Coralie. It's Cora or Corrie." She said smiling.
"I like Cora better than Corrie. Are your parents dead now that your ship has sunk?" Elizabeth asked.
"Only our mother but she died back in England. Our father is a merchant sailor in the Caribbean." Will pulled out a letter from his pocket. He looked at the letter longingly. "It says . . . never mind the words are washed away."
"I know what it said. My dearest son, I am sending you this medallion. Please keep it safe. Some other stuff and-oh yes-all the best luck to you and your mother. Love, Bill Turner." Corrie sighed; her father never knew she existed. "Too bad though, Will lost the medallion after the ship sunk." Elizabeth looked down at her feet. She still didn't want to see her new-found friends hung.
"Why aren't you mentioned?" Elizabeth asked Corrie.
"Father left to get us more money when I was two before Mother knew she was pregnant." Will said. Elizabeth tried to find out more but Will wouldn't talk about it.
A week later they arrived in Port Royal. Will and Corrie were to be send to the orphanage in the outskirts of town.
"Will I ever see you two again?" Elizabeth asked.
"One can only hope." Will said waving to Elizabeth as a nun escorted the children away.
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A/N: Please review! I would love to hear comments and constructive criticism.
Disclaimer: I don't own the scallywags in this story or the quotes used.
A/N: This is to all the fans who love Potc . . . at least that was my intention. But then I had to ask a question: What if Will wasn't the only child? No this isn't a Mary sue; it's just my musings on things. Enjoy.
Chapter1: Fog Bound
The mist was thick. The twelve-year-old, Elizabeth Swann couldn't see more than ten feet in front of her. The young girl was traveling from England to Port Royal. Still the fog would slow them down.
"What if pirates are in these waters?" Elizabeth giggled at the thought. No pirate would ever go against Captain Norrington. Elizabeth hurried down to the cabin she was staying in. The cabin's interior was lovely but didn't feel like her home in England.
Her father large hat with the fancy plume rest on the bed. He must've left it there. She put it on even though it was entirely too big. "Argh!" she said and lunged at the air. The hat slipped off her head and onto the floor.
"Elizabeth?" Her father peeked into the cabin. "My dear, what are you doing?"
"I'm a pirate!" She giggled.
"Now, dear, we must be proper. Remember you'll be a governor's daughter when we reach Port Royal." Governor Swann smiled.
"I suppose." Elizabeth said not wanting to stop her game of pretend.
Governor Swann patted her head. "What were you playing?"
"Pirates! I was going to pillage and plunder!" Elizabeth smiled but her father only sighed.
"You and your mother. She loved pirates and all their tales. Maybe that's why you're so vivacious." He handed her a copper colored book with a painted skull and cross bones on the front. "This was her collection of pirates tales and pictures. Most of them are right here in the Caribbean. I hope I'm not making any mistake."
"Oh thank you father!" Elizabeth wrapped her arms around Governor Swann. When he left she opened the book. She read slowly; it was a worn poem on the first page of the book, "A Pirates Life for me? Yo ho, yo ho, a pirate's life for me. We pillage, we plunder, we rifle, and loot, Drink up, me 'earties, yo ho. We kidnap and ravage and don't give a hoot, Drink up me 'earties, yo ho." Though she didn't understand all the words they evoked a pure childlike joy.
Two days later Elizabeth was back on deck. The fog hadn't ceased and they were moving as slow as a slug. Elizabeth had read through book but mostly looked at the pictures. The song, which, she had first read was her favorite. "Yo ho, yo ho, a pirates life for me."
One of the sailors, Mr. Gibbs, who had taught her the tune walked up behind her, "Hush up missy! I don't want cursed pirates hearing that song. This is an unnatural fog."
"Mr. Gibbs!" Norrington clenched his teeth together. Elizabeth didn't like Norrington much. Though he was a good person he was very stiff like her father and everyone else she knew.
"Bad luck to be singing about pirates with us mired in this unnatural fog." Gibbs glared at Norrington.
"I said that will do! On your way." After Gibbs had left Norrington stood next to Elizabeth.
"I think pirates are fascinating. My father gave me a book to keep me entertained." Elizabeth smiled but Norrington didn't. He only looked forward into the bleak fog.
"Pirates? Fascinating? I admire your passion, Miss Swann but pirates really are vile and dissolute creatures. All them are like that, trust me. My passion however lies in giving ever pirate I meet a short drop and a sudden stop." Norrington chuckled at the thought.
Elizabeth looked at Norrington quizzically and then to Gibbs who wasn't far off. He mimicked a hanged man. Elizabeth gasped.
"Captain Norrington, I really do appreciate your devotion to the law. But I'm.I'm concerned about the effect this subject will have upon my daughter." Governor Swann said. Norrington nodded and went about his business. Then he took Elizabeth aside. "I knew it was a mistake to give you that book. When you're of proper age you may have it back."
"But father!" Elizabeth pleaded.
"No! I may reconsider if you stop having wild dreams about pirates. I don't want you to end up like your mother." Governor Swann left Elizabeth alone in the fog.
"A pirate's life for me . . ." Elizabeth whispered then sadly looked at the waves. No more pirates. No more stories. She had never even met her mother. Evelyn Swan was her name but she had died when Elizabeth had been born.
A mint-green parasol floated in the water. "What?" Elizabeth wondered where it could've come from. She watched it float by but another sight caught her eye, a boy and a girl floating on a piece of wood. They were close to her age and soaked from the ocean water. "There are children in the water!" Elizabeth screamed pointing.
Norrington yelled, "Men over board! Haul them aboard!" Minutes later the boy and girl were both safe from the water deadly depths. "Thank goodness, both of them are alive."
Many of the sailors gasped. A merchant ship, in pieces was burning in the water. From the looks of it the children were the only survivors.
"What happened?" Governor Swann questioned.
"Pirates, I say!" Gibbs muttered.
"Most likely it was the powder magazine. May God have mercy on the souls of those people." Norrington said sympathetically.
"Elizabeth, watch over the children, will you?" Governor Swann said motioning to Elizabeth to stay out of the way.
Both of the children had angelic faces. The boy had wavy dark brown hair but the girl had long wavy golden hair. "They must be brother and sister." Elizabeth thought aloud.
She looked at the glimpse of gold on the boy's chest. She gingerly pulled it off of his neck. The pendant was solid gold with a skull on it. "A . . . p-p-pirate?" Elizabeth didn't want him to be found out and then hung.
The boy suddenly awoke, "W-w-who are you?"
"It's alright. I am Elizabeth Swann." She smiled. When the children got better she wouldn't be so lonely.
"W-w-w-ill Turner." He breathed heavily and then fainted again. Elizabeth leaned in close to see it he was still breathing. He was.
A sharp voice snapped her out of her world, "Miss Swann have they said anything?"
"The boy's name is William Turner." Elizabeth said. Out of nowhere a ghostly ship with black sails sailed silently away. In her mind she thought "pirates" but quickly dismissed the thought.
A few days later both of them recovered. They were brother and sister. Will was the older one, just a year older than Elizabeth but Coralie, his sister, was a year younger than Elizabeth.
"You don't have to call me Coralie. It's Cora or Corrie." She said smiling.
"I like Cora better than Corrie. Are your parents dead now that your ship has sunk?" Elizabeth asked.
"Only our mother but she died back in England. Our father is a merchant sailor in the Caribbean." Will pulled out a letter from his pocket. He looked at the letter longingly. "It says . . . never mind the words are washed away."
"I know what it said. My dearest son, I am sending you this medallion. Please keep it safe. Some other stuff and-oh yes-all the best luck to you and your mother. Love, Bill Turner." Corrie sighed; her father never knew she existed. "Too bad though, Will lost the medallion after the ship sunk." Elizabeth looked down at her feet. She still didn't want to see her new-found friends hung.
"Why aren't you mentioned?" Elizabeth asked Corrie.
"Father left to get us more money when I was two before Mother knew she was pregnant." Will said. Elizabeth tried to find out more but Will wouldn't talk about it.
A week later they arrived in Port Royal. Will and Corrie were to be send to the orphanage in the outskirts of town.
"Will I ever see you two again?" Elizabeth asked.
"One can only hope." Will said waving to Elizabeth as a nun escorted the children away.
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A/N: Please review! I would love to hear comments and constructive criticism.