Linnet's Note: This is a take-off thing of another fic that I only got three chapters into. It takes place directly after COTBP-give several months, as to allow Norrington's unfortunate departure to Tortuga.
Ships are-well, not Willabeth, but I won't give away the rest just yet xD This is only the prologue, and chapter one will be up soon. First attempt at something plotty, please review!
Disclaimer: Don't own. Never have. Hm.
The rain had been fierce all week-it was, after all, near the time that the vicious hurricanes swept along the Caribbean coasts, leaving few areas untouched by the angry swells of wind and water.
As the rain poured outside of the Governor's mansion of Port Royal, Elizabeth Swann was only half-asleep, laying on her bed as she listened to the rain slap on the roof. There was a light tapping sound at her large bay window, which she passed off for a wandering cold bird or pipe that would surely be fixed by the morning.
The tapping stopped, and was followed by a voice.
"Good evening, Miss Swann." Her eyes widened, and a strong hand masked her scream that was heard only to the wide-eyed maid in the doorway.