Summary: Jack is on the pearl, Elizabeth is in Port Royal. One stormy night they get switched and are now stuck in each others body. Together they go to Tia demanding to be changed, unfortunately for them there is no way back. Now read as they live as each other. Can they handle it now. Elizabeth goes to the pearl and Jack is in Port Royal. What happens when they meet again can they find a way to change back?
I know this switching body story thing has been done before and i should be working on my other stories at the moment, but i had a sudden burst of inspiration, and well you can guess what happened next. Please read and review. Thanks!
Disclaimer: Disney owns potc and its characters
Chapter One
The young and unmistakably beautiful Elizabeth Swann, daughter of Governor Weatherby Swann slowly rose out of her chair. After sitting for what seemed like hours in the same chair listening to the constant droning of one of her many suitors she was bored to tears and had no clue what on earth he was talking about.
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Shortly after her return to Port Royal, after saving Jack from the locker. Will had left saying he was going to fufil his promise to his father, and that was that. She waited days, they soon turned into weeks and eventually months. Her father waited paciently throught the time holding of various requests for her hand in marriage and the constant suitors who apperared at their door.
However after 3 months, Elizabeth finally realised that he wasn't coming back for sometime, he could be dead for all she knew. Seeing things in this new light she began to lose hope, spending most of her time sitting on the beach or staring out of her window. She stopped smiling, her hair no longer radiant and alas her eyes no longer sparkled and were bright.
The suitors poured in and Governor Swann made no attempt to stop them, he believed they would be a good thing for her maybe take her mind off "what's his face...William, that was it". Yes it did take her mind off of William and filled her time, but she was truely not happy, and it was clearly marked all over her.
Yet the suitors all seemed to fail to notice, more interested in her overall beauty which had not dimished. She was a prize to them, something to drape over the arm of their quality tailored suits, and to be the mother of their children.
She reluctantly wore corsets everyday, made sure her hair was fixed and did her best to pay attention on everything. She wanted her father to be happy, he seemed to have nothing left other than her. She couldn't help but notice with each passing day he seemed weaker as if sickness was over coming him. Just like with each day she lost her spark and was slowly losing her personality.
No one in the large town of Port Royal seemed to notice what was becoming over the Swann family, and no one seemed to care for that matter. They just believed that the Governor was rather tired and worn out from dealing with everything going on with his daughter, and she was clearly missing her mother and her fiance. That was it nothing more, what more could it be its not like they were dying or anything.
The town's people were right they didn't appear to be dying and they weren't physically dying. However they were dying emotionly, Elizabeth was losing everything she once loved, the sea, freedom, her witty tongue, her beautiful smile, everything. She was becoming more like everyone wanted her to be a perfect governor's daughter, the exact opposite of who she truely was.
Her father was dying watching his daughter change which each passing day, and it killed him to think he was one of the reasons she was becoming like this. He had failed her just like her mother and with each day she was slowly slipping further and further away and there was nothing he could do about it.
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She rose from her chair quickly exusing her self and walked toward the stairs. With each step she climbed she felt more and
more tired, the day catching up on her. She entered her room threw off the blasted corset, kicking it under her bed.
Throwing the midnight dress she had spent the entire day in, in a heap in the corner. The maid would surely pick it up the
next morning. Now standing in her white chamise she walked toward the window in the dark, now candels burned in her room.
The only light coming in the form of the moon lighting up her room.
She flung the window open stepping onto the stone balcony releasing her hair from its tight yet elegant style with each
passing step. She held the side of the balcony tightly as if it would slowly crumble away from directly underneath her,
taking away the only place she now truely felt her self.
She looked down at the beach, watching the silent waves move up and down ever so softly. Washing the sand and scattering the various beach shells in all different directions. She could smell the sweet smell of the ocean, she could hear the waves and she could almost feel the spray of the sea on her face as she closed her eyes.
A loud knock broke her peaceful moment, she called back.
"Come in" she shouted.
The door opened slightly and the figure of her father slowly made its way into her room.
"Elizabeth?"
"I'm out here"
He headed toward the window, stepping carefully onto the large stone balcony, where she now sat on the ledge.
"Elizabeth, you know it is unorthodox for you to be out here at this hour, and in your nightclothes nethertheless" he scolded her.
"I know father, but i couldn't resist it was... calling to me" she told him truthfully.
"What was?"
"Nothing, it doesnt matter. May i equire as to why you wished to speak to me, and at this hour?" she said quickly dropping the subject knowing full well he wouldn't understand.
"I wanted to inform you that a Lord Cunningworth requested a meeting with you tommorow" he informed her. She wasn't listening to him instead her gaze transfixed on the sea watching a merchant ship dock in the port.
"Elizabeth!" he exclaimed snapping her out of her daze.
"Oh yes, what were you saying?"
"A walk with Lord Cunningworth tommorow"
"Yes of course" she replied polietly while slightly rolling her eyes.
"Good i shall inform him immediantly, now off to bed. You need to be up by 7 tommorow" he told her heading back toward her room.
She nodded and bid him a good night watching as he left her room. Now that he was finally gone, she released everything she had been holding in all day. Tears rolled down her cheek as she sobbed her eyes turned red and became swollen.
She stopped suddenly and then did something she hadn't done since the day her mother died, she prayed.
She didn't quite know what suddenly inspired her to pray she just felt the need to pray.
She closed her eyes and silently whispered.
"Please if you are there, i need some help, i.ii.i can't do this any more, the sea calls to me everyday. i find it hard to resist i want to be out there again with no one stopping me and telling me to act lady like. i want to be free, like.. like.
...Captain Jack Sparrow" she finished.
Now happy she wiped her eyes again before heading back into her room and falling on her bed exhausted from the events of the day.