I've written a parody of this film before, but this is my first serious fic (heehee!)
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Chapter 1
Elizabeth's Problem
Elizabeth Swann ate lunch at her father's house slowly. Her fork moved rythmatically from her plate to her mouth as she lifted mouthfuls barely large enough to chew. She stared straight ahead, lost in her own thoughts.
Governor Swann watched her carefully. She had been like this for a week, and refused to tell him what was wrong. He was worried, but puzzled. She was due to be married to Will in three weeks, she had lost acquaintance with that no-good Jack Sparrow and she had her own fine house for her and her new husband to move into just as soon as they were married (a gift from himself). What was troubling her?
"Is- is there anything you'd like to tell me, Elizabeth?", he asked, trying to make conversation and half hoping she would tell him the matter.
"No." She answered as monotously as one could say the word, not breaking her gaze. Finally she pushed her plate away. She had eaten less than half its contents, but Governor Swann sighed and signalled for the table to be cleared. Elizabeth thanked her father, not meeting his eyes, and announced that she had to return to her room to take her rest.
Elizabeth closed the door behind her and sat down on the floor. What was she going to do? If only there was somebody she could tell, somebody she could get advice from. If only she knew where Jack was. The thought of seeing him filled her with fear, but she needed to know. She wanted to sort things out in her own mind. She felt her stomach, and thought of her mother's girth before she died in childbirth.
It was less than a week since Elizabeth had returned from the physician. She had been suffering cramps and vomiting, and Will had urged her to see someone, for fear that she would be unwell at their wedding. She had visited the family doctor, Dr Harrison, and he had told her the terrible news. She was with child. She remembered the look in his eyes as he told her. Disgusted, and scared to touch her, as he should well be. She and Will were not married, so the child was illegitimate. A bastard. But he didn't know the extent. She and Will had not even consummated their relationship outside of marriage. It wasn't done. The only thing she could think of was that night on the island with Jack Sparrow. She couldn't remember what happened, but she needed to know.
Elizabeth wondered whether to tell Will. If so, when, and how? He'd be distraught, and he'd blame her, she knew he would. She knew she had to see Jack without telling Will, because if Will found out he would surely kill him.
Sighing, Elizabeth reached for her dressing gown. She'd have to sleep on her problem and come up with a solution when she woke up. She shivered, with cold and fear and went over to close the window. Pulling her garment tighter, she climbed into bed and pulled the heavy covers over her. Laying her head on the pillow, she tried to sleep. But all she could think about was the unwelcome life within her body.