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This is a preview of my next story. The whole thing is dedicated to Smithy who thought of the awesome idea behind it. This story is way more mature than most of my others so Enjoy.

"And so she grabbed a flashlight and decided to investigate the scene that was played out to the end right before her."

Leaning back in her chair and taking a drag out of her cigarette, Elizabeth Swann looked over the words she'd typed out on her computer before erasing them.

"That was horrible," she muttered.

Writing a novel was seriously hard business. Writing your first was damn near impossible. Everything just had to fit together like some sort of puzzle. Why oh why did she think she could do this?

She could've had a major she could've done something with. Like computer science or law. A fucking doctor like her Father wanted her to.

No, she had to love the written word. Love it so much that it consumed her life.

Looking back at the blank Word document, Elizabeth sighed again and put her head in her hands to think of just how this novel would end (and begin) perfectly.

"You seemed quiet today Whelp."

"Shut up Jack."

"I'm just saying."

The two men stood in front of their lockers after a long, boring day on patrol. These men were officers of the law. Will Turner and Jack Sparrow were their names. Will sighed as he put his coat on.

"Want to go out for a drink tonight; you look like you need one?" Jack asked concerned.

He caught sight of a photo in the boy's locker as it closed of a young woman with black hair and a bright smile as Jack sighed and shook his head.

"No, I think I just need to go home and catch a few zzz's," Will answered.

Jack nodded and closed his own locker as well. "If you ever need to talk to someone though," he said.

"I know; you've got my back."

Will raised his fist and he and Jack hit them together before Jack ruffled Will's hair.

"See you in the morning. We get to be on 4th Street," Will said.

"Lovely area," Jack said with heavy sarcasm.

Will gave one last half hearted wave before leaving.

"Maybe the cold air will help me think." Elizabeth sat on the park bench in a warm jacket and stared at the sky as though it would give her something.

Anything?

A man stopped in front of her and bent over to tie his shoelace. Though it was dark, she could tell that his hair was brown. He stood up, gave her a half smile and nod, and left.

"Not that bad looking. Beautiful eyes," Elizabeth muttered as she gazed back up at the sky.

She heard the rustle of a nearby bush but thinking it only to be the wind or some animal she decided that it was time to return home to her little dinky apartment with the glaring computer screen and story stuck somewhere in the recesses of her mind.

He flipped on the lights and threw his keys into the bowl next to the front door.

Will went into the kitchen and flung the mail onto the table before searching the fridge for anything remotely edible. Knowing already what he'd find (a questionable carton of milk and some cheese slices) he went over to the drawer and removed the takeout menus he had stashed there.

"Do I want Chinese or pizza?" he muttered.

Making up his mind (he'd chosen take out from a regular, local bar) he went over to grab the phone when it began to ring before he touched it. "Hello?"

Elizabeth sat in the only chair that hadn't been damaged as she waited for the police to get there. She knew she lived in a bad part of town but it was all she could afford at the moment. Elizabeth refused to have her father help her too much. She needed to do this by herself.

A knock on the door startled her as she had been so lost in her own world. Grabbing the nearest thing that could be considered a weapon (a can of soup) she stood by the door. "Who's there?"

"Police," a voice on the other side announced.

Quickly looking out the peephole, Elizabeth threw the door open after turning the fifty or so locks on it revealing two men in regular clothes. Her eyebrow rose of its own accord. "Are you sure you're police?" she asked.

The one up front who seemed older showed her his badge so she let them in. "I'm Officer Sparrow and this is my partner Officer Turner. We got a call about a break in?"

"Please look around. Most of my things are ruined."

Officer Sparrow let out a low whistle as he left their side to begin to look.

Turner gave her a smile and motioned to his notebook. "I've got to ask you a few questions." He noticed that she seemed to be staring at his face.

"You seem so familiar," Elizabeth said.

She motioned for him to follow her and they went into the kitchen where she began to make some tea for them to drink.

"Alright Miss..."

"Swann. Elizabeth Swann."

"Right, Miss. Swann, can you please tell me your whereabouts this evening?"

"I spent the majority of today right here working on my novel."

"Oh, you're a novelist?"

"Just starting actually, it's my first. Anyway, I needed some air so I went to the park to just, you know, breathe."

"Excuse me for a second; do you smoke Miss?" Sparrow asked.

"A little," she said meekly "Only when I'm stressed out."

"Damn, thought I had a clue. Carry on."

She now turned back to the other officer, who had begun staring into space, and continued.

"Anyway, now I remember you. You passed through the park earlier," Elizabeth said slightly more excited than she should have.

Turner nodded and continued to write.

"I came back here to find everything like this. Thankfully my computer is alright though; if anything happened to my hard drive then someone would pay."

"Anything else then?"

"No; I suppose we should join Officer Sparrow then."

He didn't even touch his tea, she thought to herself. They went into the sitting room to find Jack writing something down before tapping his pen to his chin.

"Anything Officer?" Elizabeth asked.

"Please darling, call me Jack. And he's Will. You could've told her our real names you know."

Will rolled his eyes.

"And did you find anything Jack?"

"Nada, we'll have to come back in the morning Miss. Try not to mess anything up overnight. Here's my card."

Jack handed the piece of paper to her and she nodded in thanks.

"I'll call if I find anything though since you're police then please try and get here early before I do."

"Right, have a good night Miss. Lock up after we're gone and call if you hear any strange noises."

The other officer just nodded and left with his partner.

There's something about him, Elizabeth thought to herself as she began to lock the door for the night.

Ch. 2 will come sometime next week. Thanks for reading and let me know what you think.