Warning: Elizabeth fans will not really like this one, it's a major re-
write of her character.
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A beautiful young girl stands at the helm of a majestic ship, sailing across a murky ocean. The girl is the eight-year-old Elizabeth Swann, daughter of the prestigious governor of Port Royal. Unfortunately the young women's heart was not as fair as her face, and it was with some malice she sang an old navy tune.
"Seek them out we will When we find them we will kill Slay them all by sword or hand
The dirt, violent pirate men"
Hearing such hatred on the young girls tongue, Mr. Gibbs, a member of the ships crew sought out to hush the young lass.
"Now Miss. Swann, ye wouldn't want to be bringing those pirates down upon us would ye?"
"If they came my Daddy would kill them all. He hates pirates. Dirty commoners. Now get back to work Gibbs, your not paid for idle chatter." Elizabeth said dismissively, already far too accustomed to her lifestyle of wealth and privilege.
"Don't say I didn't warn ye, lass." Gibbs muttered, wandering towards the mast and withdrawing his trusty brandy flask. "It's bad luck to have a women aboard anyway, even a miniature one."
Elizabeth continued to peer over the edge of the boat into the misty fog, until a peculiar object crossed her line of vision. A white parasol flitting gracefully across the water, and the greedy girls eyes could see that it was of high quality.
"Daddy! Daddy! I want that parasol! The one in the water there!" She shouted for her father and pointed at the parasol floating in the waves smashing against the hull of the ship.
At her shouts the crew ran to the sides of the ship, looking into the mist like they had seen a ghost. Far off into the distance they saw a dark ship with tattered black sails gliding through the waves as if she ruled the sea. It was the Black Pearl, one of the most feared pirate ships in all the Caribbean. Among the debris floating in the water were three people. A young boy of about eight, floating unconscious on top of a wooden panel, and a mother and child in a rowboat with no oars. The mother was clearly dead, the rowboat was sticky with her blood, and it was hard to tell the state of her six-year-old daughter, who was as smeared with red as she was. A high-pitched sob revealed that she was alive and conscious.
The rowboat drifted towards the peace of wood and the child showed amazing strength, hauling the boy into it. She had to stand up to do that however, and lost her footing, falling onto the wood that she had just removed the boy from. He head hit hard upon the wood, a dull 'thunk' rendering her as unconscious as the boy in the boat. Her dark hair was splayed against the wood of her 'raft', her formerly alert green eyes closing for what several in the crew feared would be the final time. For surely, a young girl cannot survive through that, not with the multiple wounds that were leaking blood onto the oak boards beneath her.
Mr. Gibbs removed his hat and played it across his chest, his head bowed in memory of the brave little girl with the emerald fire in her eyes that had just sacrificed her life for another. Then, with a sad sigh, he ordered for the boy to be raised onto the ship, The Dauntless.
Elizabeth ran to the boy as soon as he was placed on deck.
"Why father, he doesn't seem to be of noble birth. He could have any manner of diseases. Throw him back."
"Now Elizabeth. We should not judge others by their station." The elderly man sighed.
He had been too soft with his daughter, and now he had come to pay the price. Her late mother, although a beauty, had poisoned his child's ears with talk of classes and wealth. Despite his many attempt to turn Elizabeth into a tolerant young lady, she resisted, and cared only for herself and others as privileged as she. The only bias that he held with her was their common hate of pirates. He wandered away to see the boy received medical attention.
"Gold!" Elizabeth cried, seeing the medallion around the young mans neck, and quickly removing it for herself.
She hid it in her bodice and leaned over to inspect the boy for further treasures. He suddenly stirred from his slumber, opening deep brown eyes to look into hers.
"Who are you?" Elizabeth questioned imperiously, wanting to confirm her ideas that this young boy was not a worthy companion for her.
"Will Turner Miss." He stuttered, collapsing back into his former state of semi-consciousness.
"Will Turner. That does not sound like the name of a nobleman." Elizabeth said, determining she would not give back the gold that she was sure he must have stolen.
She pulled out the medallion again and looked at it in the decreasing light. The last fading rays of the sun glinted over the gold, highlighting the strange pattern and gleaming skull of the ancient necklace.
Far off into the distance the same rays of light played over the planes of another great treasure. The young girl, barely breathing, as she drifted out into the lonely sea to be battered by the waves until death took her or the sea spared her.
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A beautiful young girl stands at the helm of a majestic ship, sailing across a murky ocean. The girl is the eight-year-old Elizabeth Swann, daughter of the prestigious governor of Port Royal. Unfortunately the young women's heart was not as fair as her face, and it was with some malice she sang an old navy tune.
"Seek them out we will When we find them we will kill Slay them all by sword or hand
The dirt, violent pirate men"
Hearing such hatred on the young girls tongue, Mr. Gibbs, a member of the ships crew sought out to hush the young lass.
"Now Miss. Swann, ye wouldn't want to be bringing those pirates down upon us would ye?"
"If they came my Daddy would kill them all. He hates pirates. Dirty commoners. Now get back to work Gibbs, your not paid for idle chatter." Elizabeth said dismissively, already far too accustomed to her lifestyle of wealth and privilege.
"Don't say I didn't warn ye, lass." Gibbs muttered, wandering towards the mast and withdrawing his trusty brandy flask. "It's bad luck to have a women aboard anyway, even a miniature one."
Elizabeth continued to peer over the edge of the boat into the misty fog, until a peculiar object crossed her line of vision. A white parasol flitting gracefully across the water, and the greedy girls eyes could see that it was of high quality.
"Daddy! Daddy! I want that parasol! The one in the water there!" She shouted for her father and pointed at the parasol floating in the waves smashing against the hull of the ship.
At her shouts the crew ran to the sides of the ship, looking into the mist like they had seen a ghost. Far off into the distance they saw a dark ship with tattered black sails gliding through the waves as if she ruled the sea. It was the Black Pearl, one of the most feared pirate ships in all the Caribbean. Among the debris floating in the water were three people. A young boy of about eight, floating unconscious on top of a wooden panel, and a mother and child in a rowboat with no oars. The mother was clearly dead, the rowboat was sticky with her blood, and it was hard to tell the state of her six-year-old daughter, who was as smeared with red as she was. A high-pitched sob revealed that she was alive and conscious.
The rowboat drifted towards the peace of wood and the child showed amazing strength, hauling the boy into it. She had to stand up to do that however, and lost her footing, falling onto the wood that she had just removed the boy from. He head hit hard upon the wood, a dull 'thunk' rendering her as unconscious as the boy in the boat. Her dark hair was splayed against the wood of her 'raft', her formerly alert green eyes closing for what several in the crew feared would be the final time. For surely, a young girl cannot survive through that, not with the multiple wounds that were leaking blood onto the oak boards beneath her.
Mr. Gibbs removed his hat and played it across his chest, his head bowed in memory of the brave little girl with the emerald fire in her eyes that had just sacrificed her life for another. Then, with a sad sigh, he ordered for the boy to be raised onto the ship, The Dauntless.
Elizabeth ran to the boy as soon as he was placed on deck.
"Why father, he doesn't seem to be of noble birth. He could have any manner of diseases. Throw him back."
"Now Elizabeth. We should not judge others by their station." The elderly man sighed.
He had been too soft with his daughter, and now he had come to pay the price. Her late mother, although a beauty, had poisoned his child's ears with talk of classes and wealth. Despite his many attempt to turn Elizabeth into a tolerant young lady, she resisted, and cared only for herself and others as privileged as she. The only bias that he held with her was their common hate of pirates. He wandered away to see the boy received medical attention.
"Gold!" Elizabeth cried, seeing the medallion around the young mans neck, and quickly removing it for herself.
She hid it in her bodice and leaned over to inspect the boy for further treasures. He suddenly stirred from his slumber, opening deep brown eyes to look into hers.
"Who are you?" Elizabeth questioned imperiously, wanting to confirm her ideas that this young boy was not a worthy companion for her.
"Will Turner Miss." He stuttered, collapsing back into his former state of semi-consciousness.
"Will Turner. That does not sound like the name of a nobleman." Elizabeth said, determining she would not give back the gold that she was sure he must have stolen.
She pulled out the medallion again and looked at it in the decreasing light. The last fading rays of the sun glinted over the gold, highlighting the strange pattern and gleaming skull of the ancient necklace.
Far off into the distance the same rays of light played over the planes of another great treasure. The young girl, barely breathing, as she drifted out into the lonely sea to be battered by the waves until death took her or the sea spared her.