Chapter 1: Default Chapter
A/N: I have absolutely no military experience whatsoever, so please excuse any of my extremely stupid mistakes.
Disclaimer: Anything you recognize is Disney's. Anything else is mine. I am not making any profit whatsoever with this story. I am writing for purely entertainment reasons .Got it?
The sun shone brightly through the window, casting the light all around the room. In the corner, a small dog stirred, blinking open its large black eyes. It whined softly, as if it was complaining about the brightness of the sun.
Slowly accepting the fact that the light wouldn't go away, the small tan dog pounced onto the bed. It pranced around on the covers, sniffing the edges of the bed.
"Bad girl. You're not 'llowed on the bed." Elizabeth Swann opened her eyes sleepily, scolding the fuzzy shape before her.
The dog whimpered, climbing next to her in the bed. "Sapphire, get off." The dog didn't move. "Sapphire…" she warned. "Don't make me force you off."
Reluctantly, the little tan dog jumped off the bed, and padded toward her own little sleeping area. Elizabeth smiled at the cocker spaniel puppy. It had been a gift from her father on her 23rd birthday. Now that she came to think about it, most of the items in her house were gifts from her father. In fact, the house itself was a wedding present, when she married Will.
Soon after Port Royal had been hit by a hurricane, her father had brought her with him back to England. Will had to buy his own passage; he arrived later. Soon after they got married, Will had enlisted into the army. Elizabeth hoped that her husband wouldn't have to join, that England had enough soldiers to fight in the Revolution.
And that brought her to another point. She hated wars; it was all about people killing each other for money and property. There was no point, she decided. Elizabeth loved risks; she had always been interested in pirates as a young girl, driving her father to the point of insanity. But wars were a different matter; there was too much risk involved. Starting a war was an invitation for someone to kill you. She had always hoped that she could avoid wars entirely in her lifetime.
But then, the American colonies decided to revolt. Hundreds of men were sent to fight, to risk their lives. Elizabeth hated that. She hated how the men were brutally torn away from their family. Hopefully, Will won't be one of them, she thought. Deep in her heart, she knew that her husband would have to journey to the colonies sometime, to fight. Elizabeth just hoped it wouldn't be soon.
A knock on the door interrupted her train of thought. Beside her, Will stirred. Quickly, she slipped into her clothes, and hurried downstairs to the door.
On the doorstep, there stood an important-looking man with a scroll. "Is this the house of one William Turner?" he inquired pompously.
"Yes," Elizabeth replied, unsure of what this man wanted.
"Ah," he acknowledged. "You are his wife, I presume?"
Elizabeth nodded. "What do you want?"
The man looked slightly stunned at this harsh statement. "So sorry to make the point so abrupt, but since you insisted, your husband is needed in the army. He must report to the general immediately."
It was Elizabeth's turn to look stunned. "Pardon me?" she asked, sure that she misheard. Will couldn't be taken away now, could he?
The man looked flustered. "This is the estate of one William Turner, is it not?"
Elizabeth nodded slowly.
"Your husband did sign up for enlistment, did he not?"
Elizabeth nodded again.
"Well then," the man continued, looking slightly relieved, "his service to his country is needed right now. Good day to you, madam." And with that, the man turned and strutted to his carriage.
Closing the door, Elizabeth tried to digest what had just happened. Oh my god, Will's going to fight. She stumbled to the table, and put her head down on her arms.
"Elizabeth?"
Startled, Elizabeth jerked her head up. Will was standing in the doorway to the kitchen, looking worriedly at his distressed wife. He was dressed in a puffy-sleeved white shirt and a simple brown jerkin, with his long hair tied back. "Oh, Will," Elizabeth whispered. "They're going to send you to the colonies." With that came the world came crashing down around Elizabeth. Her Will was going to fight! He could be injured, or captured; or - Elizabeth didn't like trying to dodge reality, no matter how harsh it proved to be - killed. With that realization, she broke down.
Immediately, her husband was at her side, stroking her long blonde hair. "It's going to be all right, Elizabeth," he whispered soothingly into her ear. But both of them couldn't help wondering: would it be all right?
A/N: YAY! First chapter done. Whaddya think? Sucks, doesn't it? I hate romance scenes, but this one was kind of necessary. For all of you that are wondering, yeah, Will's going to get injured. But that's sort of inevitable, isn't it? If someone's going to go into battle, they would have to get captured, injured, or killed. Otherwise, there wouldn't be a good storyline.