Title: The Pirate of Port Royal
Chapter: Intro
Author: DearAngelGirl
Disclaimer: I do not own Disney or any of it's characters or plots. I am not making money, just writing.
The Intro
The sea shimmered under the spell of moonlight the dark sky had cast upon it. The people that looked out to the ocean knew that they were not happy. Commodore James Norrington felt badly for the ban he had issued the Governor's daughter, Elizabeth Swann. He had been so enraged by her refusal of his hand in marriage, he had instated a ban. One which he could not remove.
Out on the bridge that overlooked the docks, The Governor, Weatherby Swann, was deeply troubled as he gazed out to sea, transfixed by the opulent beauty the moon had cast over Port Royal. He felt a mixture of sadness and pity. He hated to see his daughter so unhappy, but he didn't know what he could do. No-one had informed him of the Commodore's plan, otherwise he could have reasoned with him. But no. He was powerless.
The residents of Port Royal slept soundly as the moon penetrated the cracks in their doors, or the spaces in between the curtains, letting rays into their rooms, shining on what it could reach. Chairs and tables, striped with moonlight. Inside her bedroom, the beautiful Elizabeth Swann stood at her window, the single tear she had allowed herself to cry rolling down her pale cheek. The moonlight shone on her pretty face, her stubborn nature denying her to cry more than a single tear, as if it would decrease the misery she felt inside. She felt alone, betrayed, longing for something that requested her full attention, so she could not stop to think about the pain and hurt she had been caused.
Out on the ocean, a ship was sailing smoothly across the calm water, it's captain standing at the very end of the boat beside the wheel. The captivating charm of the moonlight spread across the water, each ripple in the sea lit up by the haunting rays, watched by a single figure, his long black hair swaying in the slight breeze. Captain Jack Sparrow was also distressed, as all who saw the light of the moon were. He knew that he was missing something, yet he did not know what it was. Miles away, but on the same waters, young William Turner stood in the moonbeams, wishing he had not left Port Royal, and indeed his bride, but feeling it was the only choice. All these people so eaten by sorrow and unease, had yet to find out what would come the next night…
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