This is my first real PotC story. I don't think it's going to be very long, but hey it's worth a shot :) It is a Sparrowbeth and it takes placea few years after the third movie. And NO Elizabeth is not pregnant with Will's child in this story...
Enjoy!
-Bella
Trapped
I was running. From what I couldn't tell. I only felt one emotion.Trapped. That's what I am. That's what I have become. Trapped within a world that I was forced into. Corsets, manners, etiquette, all things I have learned to loath. I am a caged bird. And they have clipped my wings.I can no longer fly freely. I must do as I am told when I am told. I remember when I was little all the maids and butlers would gather in the kitchen and comment on the poor little " caged swann." That's what they called me. Never before had I seen danger. Never before had I really and truly tasted the salt of the sea upon my lips. Oh, how i longed for it. I would stare for hours off my balcony into the ocean. Just once, I would think, just once.
It was several years later, but I still remember perfectly the first time I saw Freedom. He came to me in the form of a sparrow. All I remember is his dark eyes boring into mine. It seemed as though he could tell my deepest desires. He knew what I wanted, and I knew in due course he would give it to me. In one gesture he removed me from my cage, he released a longing that was dormant within me. I was to leave Port Royal forever. Surprisingly I felt no remorse at this thought. Those eyes consumed me whole.
I awoke with a start and quickly shook myself. It was so odd that now I am dreaming of the day I met Jack when I used to dream of the day I met Will. I looked around and took in my surroundings. It was still pitch black outside, but I knew perfectly well where I was. I was trapped, yet again. This time on a Godforsaken island in the middle of the bloody ocean. When did I volunteer for this? When did I willingly recapture myself? My faith in Will is waining. I don't think I can wait for 10 years. Our love isn't strong enough.
I hesitantly got up and walked around the "house." (It's a bloody hut if you ask me.) I did a few chores here and there, just to pass the time. I saw the sun coming up on the east side of the island. It's rays dancing on the surface of the endless sea that lay restlessly in front of it. Without realizing my actions, I started walking out of the house and towards the shore. Entranced by the ocean's call, I stood there. My feet were being sucked in and pushed out by the indecisive waters. I looked down and noticed a strange shell by my left pinkie toe. Bending down to pick it up, I saw that it was a necklace. I gasped. I knew this necklace. It was one of the twin music boxes of Tia Dalma and Davvy Jones. I opened it and to my surprised it played the soft lullaby. I stared at the necklace for quite some time when something caught my attention out of the corner of my eye.
Black sails. The Black Pearl was heading towards my island. I watched the ship for a few minutes to get a better look at it's captin. When the ship got close enough I saw someone standing on the lookout tower. Brown, kohl lined eyes, and a signature smirk. Jack, I thought.
"Jack!!" I finally screamed. My enthusiasm overcoming my pride. I just smiled as I remember what he used to tell me:
"Keep a weathered eye on the horizon, love. You never know where it might lead ya."
Jack looked my way and smiled, as he jumped down from the ship.
I placed the necklace in a spare pocket and ran towards Freedom.
There you have it! Should I continue?? Please review :)
-Bella