Being the governor's daughter had its high points I guess; beautiful balls, fancy gowns, and a large manor. Everything may have seemed so glamorous and amazing, but the truth? It was a prison, an impenetrable fortress in which no one would be able to escape.

I, Elizabeth Swann, pondered all of this as I sat in our tea room. I was surrounded by nobles of Port Royal, who by the way had been talking none stop for three hours straight. At seventeen I was still forced to attend these frivolous affairs. I did not nor do I now have any idea what was being said or spoken of, not that I would want to, but for once it would have be nice to not be in the dark about the happenings of Port Royal or the world for that matter.

I turned my head to the large window to my left. The view was one of the ocean; a beautiful sight for no one who has ever seen it. In the Caribbean the water was the clearest in the entire world, or from what I had seen at least.

I had, by now, tuned out the voices of everyone around me; I was in my imaginary world of adventure and romance. I imagined myself sailing the ocean on a large ship. Behind me, with his arms around my waist, was the most handsome man. To make things a little more interesting, he was also a pirate. His cheek rested against the side of my head, and I could feel his warm breath against my own cheek. I turned my head slightly, just to see his face once…

"Miss Swann," I snapped my head back to the group before me; back to reality.


"Captain Norrington's promotion is tomorrow," Estella reminded me as I brushed my dark blond hair in front of the mirror before bed that night.

I looked at her reflection as she pulled down the blankets on my bed. "Yes, Estella, I know. I have been told about three times today," I murmured.

Captain James Norrington, or soon to be Commodore, was my father's favorite naval officer. He sailed with us from England eight years prior. He was about eleven years older than I, but my father seemed to think James and I were the perfect match. I, however, had never seen James in that light. To me, he was an older brother not a lover.

I stood up and walked to my open window. I leaned on the sill to watch and listen to the steady rhythm of the waves. As I scanned the shore I saw a ship with black sails. I frowned; I knew I had never seen that particular ship before.

"I'm sorry, Miss," Estella said from somewhere behind me. "I just thought you might want to…"

I cut her off, "Know?" I spun around. "Yes, my entire world revolves around James Norrington so why wouldn't I want to be reminded. I think of nothing but balls and gowns and when James will propose. I lie awake at night wondering all of these things because that is my role in this world."

Estella froze, wide eyed. "I'm sorry, Miss. I did not know that was how you felt."

I sighed and walked over to her taking her hands in mine. "No, Estella, I'm sorry. I shouldn't have snapped at you." I let go of her hands and walked to my bed side table, picking up a worn book. I flicked through the pages and turned back to Estella. "I just want more from my life. I don't want to be the governor's daughter or the Commodore's wife forever. I want adventure and love." I smiled softly. "I want a man who swipes me off my feet and takes me out of this prison cell; a man who will make wild, passionate love to me on a secluded beach."

"Miss Swann!" Estella nearly shouted while running and closing the door.

My smile grew to a grin, "Is it so bad to want that, Estella?"

She looked flustered for a moment, but the smiled shyly, "No, of course not. But you must be careful what you say, Miss Swann."

I sighed and sat the book back on the table. "I know. I must watch everything I do. Sit still, look pretty; my wonderful role in life." I slumped down onto my bed. I looked back at Estella who walked over to me. "I just want more, perhaps another life completely."

"I understand, Miss," Estella said softly. I slipped my feet under the blankets as Estella pulled them up to my waist. She then busied herself with putting out the candles.

As she turned to leave I said, "Thank you for listening, Estella."

"Not a problem, Miss," She smiled as she walked out the door.

I sank lower into my bed and closed my eyes. James is a fine man, but just not the man for me, I thought. As soon as the thought came I pushed it away. Not five minutes later I was in my imaginary world with my handsome pirate.


"Elizabeth? Are you ready?" I heard my father's voice through my bedroom door.

"Yes," I answered quietly. He opened the door and looked at me.

"Oh, Elizabeth. You look beautiful," He stated.

I smiled a little, "Thank you, Father."

He seemed to remember something at that moment and said, "The carriage is here to take us to the fort."

I nodded and followed him out my door, down the stairs, out the front door, and into the small, but quant carriage.

The ride to Fort Charles was not long, but it seemed to take forever. I watched out the tiny window at the small, but busy port town. Everyone had something to do and none of those things included a fancy party for the new Commodore. Oh, how I wished I could be one of those people.

The carriage suddenly stopped; I realized that we had made it to the fort. My father and I slipped out of the carriage and were on our way to the entrance of the fort when my father was stopped by another noble man; Mr. Lance, I believed.

As they spoke I let my eyes wander. There was a group of small children playing across the dirt street. I smiled as I watched them; they seemed so free and…happy.

I looked away from them and my eyes found…a man.

I'm not sure why I stopped to look at him, but I did. It was almost as if something pulled my eyes to him. He was incredibly handsome. He had long, curly brown hair which was held back by a worn green bandana tied around the top of his head. He wore a burgundy shirt with a black vest, pants, and boots. If I were to take a guess at what a pirate looked like, he would be my exact vision. As he walked closer I noticed he was thin, but muscular. I also thought I saw something glint in the sunlight near his waist where a long sash was tied; a sword maybe?

With every step he took towards me, my heart began to beat faster. I looked at my father and noticed he was still in a deep conversation with Mr. Lance, so I turned back to the handsome man.

As soon as I did his eyes met mine. His eyes were a beautiful, warm brown. I smiled shyly as he walked by me. He smiled back and then did something unexpected. He winked at me. I continued to let my eyes follow him and saw that he looked back over his shoulder at me, still wearing his gorgeous smile.

Wow, I thought.


Author Note: Ok, so this is my new story. Please let me know what you think (You would not believe how inspiring your comments are!). I've been wanting to write a Pirates story for a while now and this idea came to me when I was watching At World's End the other day. It's going to be a little different from the movies. I also know where I'm going with it for the first few chapters, but after that I have no idea so if anyone as an idea go ahead and PM me and let me know your ideas. I would love to read them. I'll stop now, but thanks for reading.

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