Okay, hi. This is that Pirates fic I was talking about. I apologize if it's absolute crap, because I feel really iffy about posting this , but I'd love it if you told me what you thought of it. A bit of background info: I was listening to the song Change, by Taylor Swift when I thought of it. Hence the name, Change. So thank you and enjoy.
Change
This was it: the time for battle had come. They all waited, watching that horizon that would either lead to their doom or lives. After seeing the armada in the distance, Elizabeth felt a sinking feeling in her stomach that they didn't have a chance.
Cutler Beckett seemed to win every time, always getting what was so close, dragging them back to square one.
She was sick of him winning, sick of the thought of pirates dying out. It wasn't right, and yet was happening again. It felt like someone had punched her in the stomach just to laugh at the pain it caused them all.
Was it wrong to want to believe that they had a chance? That somehow, maybe, Jack would save them all, like she knew he could?
Either way, something was going to change.
Elizabeth glared at the ships in infinite hate, making out the flag ship that no doubtedly held the source of all evil.
Steadily they came closer.
This was more than just a battle. It would determine the stronger of the two, the better of the two. It was a revolution, and they could win it, she decided. Bravely, the orders were given.
If they wanted a fight, a fight they shall have.
It was obvious that they were outnumbered, that Beckett intended for them to die trying.
But after coming this far, running away would mean they were incapable, frightened sailors fighting a battle impossible to win. Elizabeth yearned to prove that she was no such thing, for her sake, and the pirates', several of who were the closest thing to a family she had anymore.
The maelstrom at first, seemed like an omen of their fate, but then, it seemed different, like it was on their side and not the EITC's.
Searching for the will to live and the courage to fight, their own ragtag fleet moved ahead to meet them, the beautifully painted, powerfully built adversary. She wasn't scared now.
The wind was on their side, and they could win this.
Elizabeth pictured Jack's eyes now, defiant, and thinking that they didn't need this fight. And trying to talk his way of things instead. But there was something always there in his eyes, behind that mask, that showed he believed they could win, and should take the chance. Will, Barbossa, Gibbs, all the pirates, they all had that look upon their faces, ready to die in the hopes that Beckett will die, and there will be freedom amongst men.
Everyone was fighting with all their strength, never before having a battle so epic to fight, never before having a battle so epic that it would decide the very existence of pirates. It was indeed a revolution.
The time to win was approaching.
This was it- it was all they had worked for, and today they would show the East India Trading Company what pirates could do, once they put themselves to it.
But tonight they could stand as champions of the long battle, costing many a life, but a victory. It was the night things changed.
Hats were thrown in celebration, hands were waved enthusiastically, and mouths were proclaiming their victorious revolution. The armada had fallen, and they had won.
Elizabeth smiled. The fight was over, all the worry and fright they had felt was gone.
Now things could return to the way they had been, yet in a different way.
The world was at peace.
