Disclaimer: I do not own POTC (I can not even fathom what that must be like) or any of the characters and/or locations described within this story. Save Clara
Title: From the Depths of A Heart
It was almost four o' clock in the afternoon and the sun was beating down over Port Royal with immense heat and intensity. Clara sat sprawled out in the sand, parchment and pen in one hand, fan in the other. In this heat, the fan served no purpose so she discarded it and began to fumble with the silver heart shaped locket she wore around her neck. She looked out over the ocean and closed her eyes to fully take in the cool wind hitting her face. The breeze tossed her chestnut brown hair playfully as she squinted her emerald eyes. Nothing exciting had happened today, normally there was some sort of oddity to keep her entertained. But not today, today had been unusually calm.
It was days like these that she adored. Sitting in the sun letting all time escape her. Clara was a writer and had recently taken on her first love story. She had sat at the beach all day searching for the right words to begin with. She looked at the parchment in frustration and finally scribbled "My name is Clara, I have never been in love" and then with that crumpeled it upand buried the paper in the sand.
The sun began to set, bringing darkness to the mountains surrounding Port Royal. Clara stood, brushed the sand from her dress, and lazily ran her fingers through her hair. It was quite a walk back to her mansion on the edges of the port and she was in no hurry to return to the harsh rules under which she lived her life. Her mother was dead and her father had recently married a widow. A woman so cruel and vile Clara couldnt stand to share any amount of space with her. Her mother had died when she was eight, now nineteen Clara vaguely recollected anything about her mother. According to her father though, she was a happy woman, a beautiful woman, and would have thought the world of her daughter.
Smiling at the thought of her mother Clara turned to begin home. As she turned her back to the sea a strange wind began to blow, icy cold. She crossed her frail arms for some sort of warmth. Dark clouds slowly crept over what was left of the sun, bringing an almost eerie darkness all around her. Confused she turned towards the ocean and what she saw almost stopped her heart. There was a fog laying over the water making it nearly impossible to see more than 100 yards out. Then through the fog she saw a ship, unlike any other ship she had ever seen gliding through the water towards Port Royal. A dark ship, with black sails.
She stood frozen, her head screaming "RUN!" but her feet unable to move. Small boats, dispersed from this "ghost ship" became visible and were coming towards the shore at an amazing speed. "Run Clara, RUN!" Her feet finally responded and she took off towards her home.
Before she reached the end of the sand, she heard the boats run up onto the beach. An assortment of yells and gunfire filled the air. Pirates! She ran to the first building she came to. A small shack where local fisherman kept their poles, nets, and an assortment of other things. She could see the entrance to Port Royal and the bridge that led to the fort through a small crack in the wooden wall. Then, as if in a sudden wave the pirates reached her. She watched in terror as they ran in mass numbers past her hiding spot and into Port Royal. None of them had even thought to look inside the small shack. At the first chance she got she decided she would run towards the fort where she knew safety was certain.
Her whole body was shaking. Her thoughts ran through her head at amazing speed. Will I be able to make it to the fort? Is my family ok? What will I do if they find me? What if they kill everyone and only I am left? There was a tapping noise, soft at first becoming louder and louder. Looking around frantically she found her hand on a metal bait box, she was shaking so badly her rings were tapping the box. It was then she realized how afraid she was, her head started to spin and she felt extremely dizzy. The ground rushed upwards.
The last thing she saw before she passed out were two eyes, staring at her through the crack in the wall.
Hey everyone. This is my first FF (sorry Ch.1 is SO short) I promise I will add much much more in later chapters. For now reviews and suggestions would be greatly appreciated. Thanks everyone. haixcore