Author's Note: This story is basically my version of the trilogy series, Pirates of the Caribbean. This starts with the first movie, The Curse of the Black Pearl and maybe even a little before that, including flashbacks and sorts. This is complete and utter Norribeth and some little Will/Elizabeth if you squint, extremely hard, but alas, they are not a couple on my favourites so it is undoubtedly that you will see much of them. To be honest without a fault, I truly believe that Elizabeth should have married James. And I was so disappointed at the ending of the first movie. But we cannot have what we all want.

This is the first time I have ever written a Pirates of the Caribbean story - so it shall be interesting... Will do my best to make sure that they are not OOC

I hope you enjoy!

She didn't realise that her breathing was so heavy and uneven, so shaken, so audible and of course, improper for a fine woman, not that she cared much for propriety.

But it did not even compare to her shivering.

It felt like her skin was pricked with certain coldness, a particular evil.

Not that she would voice her thoughts such as these; people would think she was insane or worse.

Yet, she couldn't help but wonder.

Had everything just happened in an array of events?

She supposed it did, it was as if everything was secretly organised, with the exception of the pirate.

There was no other logical explanation, well, not one that she could find.

She was not going to use the word fate or destiny, there had to be another reason.

She briefly wondered if it had anything to do with the medallion that she had held in her possession.

It was a trinket of a pirate, was it not?

What about the ship that she saw on the crossing from England? The one with black sails, the colours of black hoisted, the flag of a pirate flitted in the wind near the torn and tattered sails, the one and same very ship that had haunted her memories for eight years.

Were the crew after their trinket?

Despite all of this time afterwards?

Her stomach dropped, lurching, twisting and churning in different directions, none of them were the least bit pleasant.

She remembered the look on the pirates face when he saw the medallion, his words echoed in her mind.

'Where on earth did you get that?'

She was being taken to the fort, her father accompanied her on the journey, Commodore Norrington and his men had gone after the infamous pirate known as Captain Jack Sparrow, the title not really suiting the newcomer as he had no ship, no crew and his effects consisted of a pistol with one shot with no additional gunpowder, a compass that doesn't point North, an old sword so rusted that may as well be made out of wood and that stupid hat.

Pirates were meant to be fearful and cunning, as well as exciting.

Jack Sparrow was not any of the above.

Although, he had succeeded in making her fear her own life, she could see that her fear was reflected like a mirrors image through James' eyes and of course her father's.

Her father stayed silent, he was just overjoyed that she was alright and unharmed.

He would be banning corsets from her wardrobe.

She was still in her underclothes; they were wet and covered in filth. Her hair clung to her head and shoulders, trailing down her back.

The make-up that she did have on was now smudged and she looked like a mess, beautiful but a mess.

She wasn't sure what she was going to do now, what could she do?

She was going to get cleaned up first, that was for sure and then she would figure out the rest after.

At least, that was what she thought.

Finally, a shower, a new set of clothes and some fresh make up later, Elizabeth Swann wandered around the fort, unaccompanied, after much convincing.

Her father hadn't wished to leave her by herself.

Understandable, given the circumstances of what had happened today, any father with a streak of over protectiveness would agree.

Her hair was lifted up in the wind; her long locks were styled so that half of her hair was up, loosely in a bun that formed at the back of her head and the rest of it curled naturally down her back.

The dress she was wearing was white, it was more of a night gown, and it consisted of long sleeves that looked a little puffy, however it made her mid section look slim and then the skirt of the gown hung loosely. She wore white closed in slippers to go with it.

She crossed her arms against her chest; it was more comfortable given the situation.

Goosebumps were spreading on her body.

There was an eerie chill in the air as the sun began to descend ever so slightly.

The wind became that little bit more violent, it had her hair whipping against her face.

She considered going somewhere to warm up.

But then warmness came from an unknown source as it draped on her shoulders.

She looked down at the source; it was James' jacket, his hands rested on her shoulders.

She slid her arms into the sleeves, they were so much bigger then her ordinary coat.

"Thank-you." She said dumbly, she felt like she was a twelve year old, not a grown woman

"You were shivering, Elizabeth." He said in his calm tone, "I wasn't about to let you freeze."

"It was very thoughtful but what about you, James? You shall freeze." She said, her distressed tone seeping through her words

He sighed and twirled a curl of her hair in his fingers.

He looked deeply into her eyes, "I will be fine, besides I am not the least bit cold."

"Liar." She said automatically with a cheeky smile

"Fortunately, I have another in my office." He said with a raised eyebrow

"Fortune has nothing to do with it." She said smartly, "Can we go for a walk?"

"Why not?" he smiled

"You've had a very trying day." Said the new Commodore

"Yes, it does appear to be that way." Agreed Elizabeth

"Shall I send a carriage to take you home?" asked James, "You must be exhausted."

In actual fact, she wanted stay in the fort, walking up and down it with James, she felt safer.

"No, I'd rather stay here."

"Elizabeth..." he began, she knew that he didn't want to push but she was more than ready to give him his answer.

She could see that this man loved her, a lot.

They had been friends throughout the years, even since she was a child.

"I accept, James." She murmured

He stopped walking and looked deeply into her eyes.

He was overjoyed, he wanted to embrace her, he wanted to kiss her, but that was not proper.

She handed him back his jacket, she had warmed up.

"What's that sound?" asked Elizabeth as her ears registered a strange noise that was somehow getting closer.

"Cannon fire." Shouted James as he knocked Elizabeth to ground and he covered her with his body.

She gasped as the cannon hit the fort, her ears were ringing.

"Return fire!" he shouted as his men began loading cannon's and he pulled Elizabeth to her feet.

Elizabeth stepped back a couples of steps, not straying too far from James whom was shouting several orders.

"Elizabeth, barricade yourself in my office, your father should already be there." He told her and before she got a chance to refuse, he cut her off. "That's an order!"

She looked around, Port Royal was beginning to crumble, and she was watching the effects of the cannon's.

She began walking away from James, in the opposite direction to his office.

They were coming in boats, to shore. She saw that they were pirates and she recognised the ship.

It was still the same after all these years, right down to the sails and the flag.

"Elizabeth!" James screamed

She knew what they were after, they were after the medallion.

They had to be.

She ran.

That's it for the Prologue.

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