Summary: This is the movie pirates of the Caribbean with the story told through the eyes of Elizabeth Swann.

Disclaimer: I don't own anything, not even the storyline.

Chapter One

As I looked out at sea, I began to sing a song I had heard sailors sing many times before and had finally memorized enough of it to sing it.

"...We pillage, we plunder, we rifle and loot. Drink up me 'earties yo ho! We kidnap and ravage and don't give a hoot." I sang heartily, hearing the words drift through the fog and out to sea. "Drink up me 'earties yo ho! Yo ho, yo ho a pirate's life for me. We extort, we pilfer, we filch and sack. Drink up–"

I gasped with fright as someone put there hand on my shoulder. I turned around to see Mr Gibbs.

"Quiet, missy! Cursed pirates sail these waters. You don't want to bring them down on us, now, do ya?" Mr Gibbs asked and before I could reply Lieutenant Norrington came up to us.

"Mr. Gibbs, that will do!" Norrington said, his voice commanding.

"She was singing about pirates." Mr Gibbs argued, trying to justify his actions. "Bad luck to be singing about pirates with us mired in this unnatural fog. Mark my words."

"Consider them marked." Norrington said, not really showing that he believed what Gibbs said. "On your way."

"Aye, Lieutenant. It's bad luck to have a woman on board, too... even a miniature one." Gibbs said. I found that remark rather insulting, but knew it was just sea folk legend and let it pass. Instead I said,

"I think it'd be rather exciting to meet a pirate." I said, truthfully, showing maybe a little too much enthusiasm.

"Think again, Miss Swann . Vile and dissolute creatures, the lot of them." Norrington said with strong emotion.

Miss Swann! I hated to be called Miss Swann. It made me feel like an idiotic lady, who has nothing to do, but sew and pretty herself up in the hope of getting a husband. I am far too young for that, so I liked to be called Elizabeth.

"I intend to see to it that any man who sails under a pirate flag or wears a pirate brand gets what he deserves – a short drop and a sudden stop."

I looked at him confused, but gasped when I saw Mr. Gibbs in the background miming being hung. How barbaric and people say pirates are the barbarians. But the thought of killing another person completely shocked me. But then, at this age, I am pretty innocent and naïve.

"Lieutenant Norrington, I appreciate your fervor, but I'm, uh, I'm concerned about the effect this subject will have upon my daughter." My father said. I looked at him in surprise, for I hadn't noticed him come up to us.

"My apologies, Governor Swann." Norrignton said.

"Actually, I find it all fascinating." I said and hoped they'd say more.

"Yes." Father said uncomfortably. "That's what concerns me."

I sighed and looked back at the water, where a parasol floated passed. This astounded me, because we were in the middle of nowhere. I looked at it confused, and lent forward to see it better when I saw a piece of wood floating with a boy lying on it.

"Look!" I yelled to catch everyone's attention. "A boy! There's a boy in the water!"

Everyone ran to the side of the boat to see what I saw.

"Man overboard!" Norrington yelled. "Man the ropes. Fetch a Hook! Haul him aboard."

All the men ran about, obeying his orders. While I stood there, completely worried about whether or not the boy was alright.

Once they had pulled the boy aboard, Norrington looked at him. "He's still breathing."

I felt a burst of relief, glad the boy hadn't died.

"Mary, mother of god." Gibbs said, ad everyone went to see what he saw, including me, as I lent on the rail near me I looked at what he saw in complete shock.

It was a ship, burning. Most likely the ship the boy came from. I was terrified as I saw the flames lick along the boats sides.

"What happened here?" Father said, and I looked at everyone, awaiting an answer to his question.

"It's most likely the powder magazine. Merchant vessels run heavily armed." Norrington answered, reasonably.

"A lot of good it did them." Gibbs said, his words frightening me, mostly because I was afraid he was right.

Gibbs looked around. "Everyone's thinking it." He said, his tone made him sound sure of himself. "I'm just saying it. Pirates.

"There's no proof of that." Father argued rationally. "It was probably an accident."

During their little conversation I had walked over to the boy to gaze at him, just to make sure he was alright.

"Rouse the captain immediately!" Norrington commanded urgently, but I was so lost in my concern that I barely heard him.

"Heave to and take in sail. Launch the boats. "Norrington continued in the same tone of an order mixed with urgency.

Another sailor, whom I didn't know very well, yelled out. "Heave to."

A sailor came and picked the boy up to take him somewhere safer. My father came up and said to me.

"Elizabeth , I want you to accompany the boy." My father said, and of course I was glad to hear it, because I had wanted to do that. "He'll be in your charge. Take care of him." My father looked at me, and I knew what I had to do was important.

So I nodded and followed the sailor with the boy.

I looked at him, and he was lying there so peacefully, that I knew he couldn't be dead. I began to stroke his hair, and he jumped and grabbed my hand, his breathing unsteady, and frightened me with his quick reaction. I jumped back, then felt foolish for doing so.

"It's okay." I soothed. "My name's Elizabeth Swann."

"Will Turner." He replied, still breathing fast, and still, obviously frightened.

"I'm watching over you Will." I told him, hoping my words, which were said with such truth, would bring comfort to this poor boy whom had probably lost things close to his heart, on that boat.

He lost consciousness again and I looked at him, before my eyes moved to a chain around his neck. My brow creased in confusion and I reached over to look at it. It was made of gold and had an interesting pattern on it. In the middle, it had a skull and crossbones. I gasped.

"You're a pirate!" I exclaimed out loud to his sleeping figure, before I could stop myself.

"Has he said anything?" Norrington asked me, and I jumped, turning around quickly to hide the medallion.

"His name's William Turner." I replied shakily, and a little too quickly. "That's all I found out."

"Take him below." Norrington told a few sailors, who went to obey his orders.

I walked to the side of the boat, the medallion still in my hands. I looked around to make sure no one was watching before slowly opening my hands to look at the gold pendant again. I slowly rose my hand to study it, and noticed that behind the medallion, in front of me, was a ship with black sails, sailing away from us. My eyes widened as I realized it had a pirates flag. I squeezed my eyes shut in fright.

And opened them to find myself in my bedroom. I looked around, taking in the comforting sights, and my heartbeat returned to normal. I slowly rose from my bed, and taking a candle, which was on my bedside table I walked to the draw, where I had the medallion hidden in a secret compartment of my draw. I took it out, my eyes taking in its wonder, and I slowly stroked my fingers over it. I looked at my mirror and put the medallion around my neck, admiring it in the mirror.

I was startled by a knocking at the door, followed by my father's voice.

"Elizabeth." My father called.

I raced to my bed, knocking something over in the process.

"Are you alright?" My father asked, concerned. "Are you decent?"

As he spoke I threw on my dressing gown, and hid the medallion in the bodice of my nightgown.

"Yes." I replied, bringing the nightgown closed in front of me. "Yes?"

"Still abed at this hour?" My father asked, as he entered with a maid.

I smiled humorously, as though I found it amusing to be abed so late.

"It's a beautiful day." My father added, as the maid opened the curtains and windows, giving me a peak of what, I had to agree, was a beautiful day.

"I have a gift for you." My father announced, as another maid came in caring a box, which she offered to father. He took the lid off the box to reveal a beautiful dress.

"Oh, it's beautiful!" I replied honestly taking the dress out of its box so I could admire it better.

"Isn't it?" My father asked proudly.

"May I inquire as to the occasion?" I asked, curiously.

"Does a father need an occasion to dote upon his daughter?" My father replied and I grinned at him happily, and headed to change.

"Go on." My father said to the maids and indicated that they follow me, to assist in putting the dress on.

"Actually, I, um..." My father began and I noticed he looked out the window, looking guilty. "I had hoped you might wear it for the ceremony today."

"The Ceremony?" I queried, having no recollection of a ceremony this very day. Though my words sounded a bit mumbled as the maids were assisting me in taking off my nightgown.

"Captain Norrington 's promotion ceremony." He replied, and from the sound of his footsteps he was walking towards me.

"I knew it!" I said annoyed, as I looked around my dressing rack to look at my father.

"Commodore Norrington, as he's about to become!" My father said proudly, and I had to try really hard not to groan with frustration. My father had been hinting that I marry him for some time, and I have spent that time trying to subtly hint that I don't want to do so. He's like twice my age. Anyway I didn't really have time to reply, because at that moment the maids began to put on my corset and I found the air being pushed out of my lungs. I knew my father was talking some more about Norrington, but I was too preoccupied in the pain to take any notice.

"Elizabeth? Hows it coming?" My father asked, coming around to see me.

"It's difficult to say." I replied rasping, trying to keep my breath.

"I'm told it's the latest fashion in London." My father informed, but I didn't really care.

"Well women in London must've learn not to breath." I replied almost cattily, feeling too much pain to really care at that very moment.

A servant entered the room to inform my father he had a visitor, and my father left, leaving the maid's to help me with my hair and make-up.

Once I was ready to attend the ceremony I left my bedroom and went to the stairs. As I was walking down the stairs my father greeted me.

"Elizabeth." He said, almost breathless. "You look absolutely stunning."

I looked up and nodded my head, when I saw my father's visitor was the blacksmith's assistant, and my friend William Turner.

"Will! It's so good to see you." I said feeling so glad to see him, as it had been a while.

"I had a dream about you last night." I told him as I walked up to the two men.

"About me?" Will asked, looking surprised, yet his tone retained well mannered.

"Elizabeth, is that entirely proper for you to...?" My father began uncomfortably.

'About the day we met." I continued, completely focused on Will and ignoring my father's expectations of a proper lady. "Do you remember?"

"How could I forget, Miss Swann?" Will replied in the same well manner tone. I was annoyed.

"Will, how many times must I ask you to call me Elizabeth?" I said, annoyed at his manners, but unable to hide the happiness on my face.

"At least once more, Miss Swann , as always." Will replied and I felt my heart sink. Will was one of my best friends, but to him I was just a lady.

"There. See? At least the boy has a sense of propriety." My father said, gladly and I almost hated him for it.

"Now we really must be going." My father continued, and bent down to pick up a parasol from the table, which he handed to me. "There you are."

I looked at Will my face stony and cold. "Good day, Mr. Turner." I said almost too harshly, but I wanted to hide my pain. I thought I saw some pain in Will's eyes, but I was too annoyed to care.

"Come along." My father said impatiently and I followed him out the door and to the carriage with all the dignity I could muster.

"Good day," Will said as he followed us out. And when I was getting into the carriage I could almost swear I heard him add to that, "Elizabeth."

But then, I wasn't sure.

Okay peoples, That's my story so far. Tell me what you think in a review, and if anyone has done this before I'm sorry, because I don't think anyone has.