Elizabeth looked into the dusty mirror with self pity and rage. Her life wasn't turning out the way it should be. She should be in Will's arms, looking out on the horizon as the rocking of the sea lulled them to sleep. They should both be on the Pearl and out of harms way.
Elizabeth slid her hand over the hard wood floor until her fingertips found the lighter. She picked it up and flicked it open. For a few minutes she just stared at the flame. Elizabeth pondered the thought of being a flame- being vibrant and mesmerizing, to not be trapped in this hell house and a tin container instead. Thinking she was becoming a pyromaniac she lit her cigarette and turned off the flame. Now, she only had the small light bulb to cast light on her face. She tilted her head and stared deeply into the old cracked mirror.
The cracks were chopping up her features but Elizabeth could see her chocolate brown eyes just fine. They looked sad and lost. She was so lost in her thoughts that she didn't even notice someone walk into the bedroom.
"I hope I'm not imposing but could I have cigarette?" A voice came from behind Elizabeth. She turned around.
"Of course." Elizabeth replied with a close mouthed smile. She held out the open cigarette box and the girl took one. Elizabeth then lit the cigarette for her.
"Thank you." The girl said modestly. The girl hesitated slightly to put the cigarette to her lips.
Elizabeth couldn't help but notice. "How old are you?" She asked. The girl gave her a look as if to say, "How did you catch on?"
"Twenty." The girl replied as if she had rehearsed it. Elizabeth could tell she wasn't twenty. Her caramel colored skin looked young and innocent. The most innocent was her face. Despite the entire make up caked on, Elizabeth could see the child underneath. She leaned forward.
"Now, that's a ferocious lie, now isn't it?" Elizabeth replied softly.
The girl froze with her fingers still on the cigarette's end and the other end in her mouth, still yet to inhale. She put the cigarette on the hardwood floor and smushed into the floor boards with the heel on her hand. She kept her head down, not wanting to look into Elizabeth's eyes.
"How old are you?" Elizabeth repeated, now with less curiosity and more sharpness.
"Fifteen." The girl said quietly, still looking down.
Elizabeth didn't know what to say. She just stared at this young girl with pity, even more pity that she was feeling for herself. She finally decided on what to say.
"You shouldn't be here sweetie." Elizabeth softly put a loving hand on the girls's. "This is a place to go when you don't have future."
"I don't have a future." The girl replied, tears almost ready to abrupt in her eyes.
Elizabeth looked down and tried to say what she was thinking. "You have your whole life." She said quietly.
"No, all I have is this."
"What? You have what?" Elizabeth said lightly as she looked away. She rested one hand behind her and used the other to bring her cigarette to her lips, take a short drag and blow it out. She looked back at the young girl. "This job isn't a glamorous one." Elizabeth tossed her cigarette forward and pounded it out with her high heel shoes. She stood up and walked over to her bed and laid down in it. Elizabeth let her head hit the pillow and
her arms and legs hit the soft mattress.
The girl stood up and walked over to Elizabeth. Elizabeth sat up.
"What's you're name hun?" Elizabeth asked.
"Ella." The girl replied.
"Ella, you need to get out of here." Elizabeth said sternly.
"You can't tell anyone!" Ella's face became anxious and serious all at the same time.
Ella backed away from Elizabeth.
Elizabeth got off the bed and walked towards her. "Ella, you have to get out of here."
"I can't." Ella broke into tears. Elizabeth ran over. She didn't know what to do so he put a comforting hand on Ella's shoulder. "I owe Madam Revali." Ella said between sobs. "If I don't come up with two thousand pounds within the next month, she's going to sell me to a forty year old bloke."
"That is truely horrid." Elizabeth said caringly.
"I have no way out, Elizabeth." Ella replied. Elizabeth didn't put much thought into how Ella knew her name. Elizabeth just guessed that it was because she was the most popular prostitute in all of Turtoga. Everyone knew her.
"I can propose one way to get out to you, but you need to listen carefully.." Elizabeth was serious. Ella looked straight into her eyes. Elizabeth's words were icy off the tips of her lips. "Meet a bearable customer, hook him, make him buy you, and when he least expects it, get away."
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Elizabeth looked around the bar. She had no rum in her hands because within the next minutes a man would come and buy her one. Sure enough a man came over to Elizabeth with a knowing smile on his face.
A few hours later, Elizabeth found herself getting dressed in her assigned room. She fiddled with her corset and pulled the rest on. The man was gone and his forty pounds was on the dresser. Elizabeth walked over to the dresser and took ten pounds, leaving thirty. She always secretly charged ten pounds more to take it and give Madam Revali the rest. Expecting thirty pounds was a lot, and Madam Revali was rich enough as it was.
Elizabeth folded the bill in her slender fingers and put it into her pocket. She walked over to her vanity mirror and fixed her side bangs.
"Oh Elizabeth." Elizabeth whispered to herself. "What have you become? A bloody whore, that's what." She frowned and walked out of the room. Elizabeth paused when she was in front of Ella's room. Fearing that she had a customer, Elizabeth didn't open the door. She got down on her knees and slid the ten pounds dollar bill under her door. Elizabeth decided to give it Ella. She also attached a note to the bill. Elizabeth exhaled deeply and walked away.
Elizabeth walked down the hallway when Madam Revali stopped her in the hallway. Elizabeth steps stopped abruptly.
"You have mail Miss. Swann." Madam Revali said and without another word she handed a letter to Elizabeth.
"Who is it from?" Elizabeth asked but got no reply. Elizabeth grazed her finger tips over the black ink that read Elizabeth Swann. She opened the letter with great hesitation. Once it was finally open she gasped. It was signed William Turner.
And it is done! The first chapter that is! This is my first Fanfiction ever and I would really like some feedback! If you hate it tell me why, if you love it, i love compliments. So thank you for reading and please read the next nine chapters!
