So this is my first fan fiction and review and critics are welcome. I do not own Pirates of the Caribbean.
Jane's almost glowing green eyes opened to a knocking at her door, her father's voice being what finally broke through her slumber riddled brain. "My dear are you decent?" "Just a moment father" Jane replied gathering her robe about herself. "come in!" she sang out," my my still abed this hour darling?" he asked with a grin upon his face as the handmaid Rose opened the curtains to the blaring morning sun. "To what do I owe this pleasure to this very bright morning father?" Jane asked with a sarcastic grimace, "well I thought I would bring you a gift, something to wear to Norringtons' ceremony" he said while she opened the box in Roses' hands, inside was a beautiful rich purple and silver gown. Rose ushered Jane behind the dressing curtain and began helping her into the dress, "How is it going darling? I hear it's the latest fashion in London "the governor asked gently, "well the women in London must have learned not to breath" Jane answered as Rose tied the corset tighter, the governor chuckled and replied "that is nearly the same thing Elizabeth said" Rose finished tying the dress and moved Jane over to the vanity to put her long dark curly locks into a sort of up do, around the same time that the butler came and found the governor to tell him of Mr. Turners' arrival calling the governor away. As soon as he had gone Jane and Rose finished and Jane took a long look out her window to the deep blue Caribbean.
Jane walked towards the staircase and heard her dear little sister say "Will! I had a dream about you last night, it was about the night we met! Do you remember?" "How could I forget Miss Swann" William replied with a sincere smile, all the while the poor Governor sputtered about how inappropriate this topic was. Elizabeth simply replied with a slightly terse "How many time do I have to tell you to call me Elizabeth?" Will automatically replied with a gentle "Just once more Miss Swann," making Elizabeth tense and become puffed out, at this point Jane thought it best to intervene, "Come along father, Elizabeth we wouldn't want to keep the carriage waiting in this stifling heat" as she ushered the two out with a wink towards Will.
At the ceremony Jane and Elizabeth were fanning themselves to attempt to get air into their lungs and Elisabeth shot a concerned look towards Jane as her corset seems to be much tighter than her own. When the ceremony ended the two walked off towards the edge of the fort Elizabeth started talking about how she had had the dream again, "Well maybe it means something sweetie" replied Jane with a gentle grace that only Elizabeth could coax out of her. Elizabeth looked around and brought a necklace out from under her gown, "Look at this Jane! Every time I have the dream it always involves this necklace!" Jane stared at the skull pendant on the gold chain, with wide eyes "Where did you get that!?" Jane whisper yelled! Snatching it out of Elizabeth's hands as Commodore Norrington sauntered over, thinking quickly she stuffed it down her dress before he could notice. Norrington asked "Miss Jane would you do me the honor of speaking in private?" looking nervous so Jane just agreed and stepped onto the edge all the while fanning herself, "Miss Jane, as you know I have had my eye on your dear little sister for some while and though your father has already agreed, he implied that I should ask you as well considering you basically raised Elizabeth," he rushed out noticing Jane getting paler and breathing heavier so he carried on before she could interrupt his nerve "I know that you are worried, I too am as well, but it would be a great honor to have your permission to marry" splash "Elizabeth". As he looked around the fort for Jane to realize that it was she that fell, running to the edge of the fort he yelled "Jane!" taking off his jacket about to jump off the edge after her, one of his men grabbed his arm and told him to head towards the docks. All the officers ran off with the other two Swanns following at a slower pace.