A/N. This is written under the premise that Will died/left Elizabeth and so she now sails as a pirate with Jack, who never lost the Pearl.
A lot of imagination needed I know, but I prefer writing thoughts to a detailed plot of how this would eventually happen!
Slashing, stabbing, kicking, killing. Elizabeth swung her sword around to her left, catching another sailor as he ran towards her. She could see Jack out the corner of her eye, shouting orders as his own sword clashed against metal.
They had attacked a smaller merchant vessel only looking for supplies and Jack, as always, offered them surrender without bloodshed. But these sailors were foolhardy and had attacked, storming onto the Pearl to be faced with pirate after pirate, as though they were melting out of the blackened ships woodwork. They were cut down quickly and mercilessly, falling left and right. Elizabeth turned to look for others, the fight almost over but lust for blood still raging in her eyes when she heard the sickening sound of a sword entering someone else's side.
No, not someone else's.
Hers.
Her reflexes faster than any sensation of pain, she slashed the attacker's throat. There was shouting, she could feel eyes upon her but all she saw was blood, her blood, spreading over her shirt and hands, and her knees buckling. Elizabeth hit the floor, but it wasn't the floor it was someone's arms, arms that wouldn't let her slip away even as her mind did…
Elizabeth was hiding from her governess. She didn't want to learn her French, she wanted to fight and play like the boys. So she stood in the bushes at the end of her garden, swinging a stick around aimlessly.
"I don't want to be a stupid governor's daughter." She thought to herself, pouting. "I'm Lizzie, a warrior princess." She swung at the undergrowth as though fighting imaginary enemies. "I'm queen of the Amazons." She held the stick as though it was a sword and danced toward a particularly frightening tree stump.
"I'm a pirate." She whispered out loud, eyes gleaming. Her imagination ran away with itself, she became the fearsome pirate lord Mad Lizzie, hair tied back in a bandana and a pair of mans breeches on. She slashed, stabbed, kicked and killed until the bushes became a mess of broken branches and fallen leaves. She had beaten Blackbeard, Calico Jack, Henry Morgan and even the daring Jack Sparrow she had started to hear of.
"Elizabeth get back here!" Her playing stopped as she heard her father's voice calling her to come back in.
"-ome back Li-"
He wouldn't leave her alone, so she relented, walking sullenly back toward him.
"Look at me, pl-"
She wouldn't apologise or look at him. Not, she said wryly, unless he called her by her real name.
"-izzie, don't go, oh God, look at me… -izzi-… LIZZIE!"
She looked. She saw deep brown eyes that she loved and hated and had beaten once, in a garden when she was small. She smiled.
She gasped.
She let go.
Please review, thats the first story I've written with a flashback in it and I want to know if it even made sense outside of my head!
Thanks )
