When Elizabeth Swann told Captain Jack Sparrow that she'd be sleeping better from then on, she was horribly mistaken. In fact, ever since she spoke those words she had not had one night that she could find the peace within herself to get a good night's rest. Of course, this did nothing good for her already solemn mood.
Routine could kill Elizabeth… or so she thought. Ever since returning to Port Royal she found it hard to pay attention to the boring life she led. Being raised an intelligent and proper lady, this was new to her. But then again, after all she had been through, how could she of all people expect things to be the same.
Will and Elizabeth had been in Port Royal for almost two months now. However, to Elizabeth it felt more like two years.
Already, her father had suggested Norrington could make a fine husband. At the same he had also made it clear more than once that William was not that good of a man. The more this carried on the more her loathing for it all grew. Governor Swann insulted Will when Elizabeth picked him because he was the "better" man. Imagining his reaction had she run off with a pirate was heartrending. She knew she could never be free. Even though she knew this, she couldn't help but hope. It was the only thing that kept her going.
I guess you could say that some take sleeping for granted. Elizabeth longed for it so just because it was an escape. She lay in bed staring at the ceiling thinking of maybe painting it with something interesting for her to stare at. The thought made her laugh. She knew this was getting ridiculous.
Just like she did every other night, quietly Elizabeth got out of bed and wrapped herself up in her robe. With light foot steps she paced around her dark and dead silent room. Then, after a while of that she sat on the opposite side of the bed, facing the opposite direction of the haunting window that was never shut.
She wasn't sure why she couldn't shut it. Maybe it was a reminder for Elizabeth that it would never come. Or perhaps it was the small fleeting speck of hope that remained. For whatever the reason, the window remained open.
The window made her think. Elizabeth got angry. Leaving it open was pointless and ridiculous. So then she quickly made her way to the window and slammed it shut, making a bit too much noise. Keeping her hands on the sill where she had slammed it, Elizabeth looked down at the docks. Suddenly, she saw something that took her breath away: A ship with black sails.
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After carefully tip toeing her way out of the dark house Elizabeth was creeping along the brush that led down the hill. She was trying to keep herself unseen for there were still a few people out.
However, swiftly a man pull her to the side. It cought her off guard and Elizabeth almost screamed. The man stifled it back wrapping his hand over her mouth. Then a voice that could bring Elizabeth to her knees whispered in her ear "We wouldn't want them to hear us now would we, love?"