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Pirates of the Caribbean: Dead Man's Chest
Chapter 1: Will's Dream
It was a dreary, cloudy day in London, England. Despite the bleak weather, two children ran around the garden, playing. One was a tall, beautiful boy with brown hair and eyes and golden skin. Will Turner was his name. The other was a lovely young girl. The girl was slightly smaller than Will with dark hair and eyes and skin as white as snow. This girl was Guinevere Parris.
Guinevere and Will were the best of friends since they were babies. They had spent twelve years together before Will's mother died, and Will decided to set out on a search for his father, William Turner, a merchant sailor, from whom Will had received a golden medallion as a gift. Guinevere was so unhappy to hear the news, so she and Will decided to have one last moment of childish fun together. As they played, Guinevere danced and twirled and sang out: Yo ho, Yo ho, a pirate's life for me!
Will stopped a moment and his eyes flashed.
"Guin, how many times must I remind you," he scolded like a strict parent, "Don't sing that song!"
Guinevere smirked. "You afraid of scary pirates, Will?" she taunted.
"No," Will replied.
"Yes, you are," protested Guinevere.
"No, I'm not. Bloody pirates don't scare me," Will insisted.
"Maybe they would. You're wearing precious gold," Guinevere suggested.
Will held the gold medallion close to him. "It was a gift from my father," he said.
Guinevere sighed and smiled. "What does scare you, Will Turner?" she asked innocently.
"Losing the ones I care for," Will replied.
"Such as the Governor's daughter?" Guinevere teased, making kiss-lips.
"No! I've never met her," Will flushed.
"You've seen her, and you blush when you do," Guinevere taunted.
"Let me ask you something, Guin," Will said, changing the subject, "What frightens you?"
"I… don't know," Guinevere stammered, "I've never thought of my fear."
"Can I tell you something?" Will asked.
"Yes," Guinevere replied.
Will leaned in really close to Guinevere and tapping her shoulder, he sang out, "Tag, you're it!"
"Oh, you bloody pirate!" Guinevere scoffed as she chased after Will.
Before Will knew it, he was away from the garden and saying goodbye to Guinevere at the port. Guinevere filled Will into her skinny arms.
"You come back to me, or I will come after you," Guinevere warned, "That's an order. I don't want to miss you 'til it kills me."
"You won't, Guin," Will told her, "I promise."
Guinevere sniffed as tears streaked her cheeks.
"Hey, hey," Will whispered in a consoling voice, "Don't cry. I'll be back soon."
"That's the point," Guinevere said through her tears," You're leaving. We've never been apart since the day we were born."
"And we never will," Will reassured her, "Just because I'm not standing in front of you doesn't mean I'm not here. Remember that. Promise me you'll remember that, Guin."
"I will remember," Guinevere replied with a wet smile, "I miss you already."
"Shh," Will whispered, "Don't you worry, Guin. I will be back before you know it. You have my word."
With that, Will and Guinevere embraced tightly, and Will boarded the ship, bound for the Caribbean. Will was assigned work as a cabin boy, and he became quite a sailor. One fine day turned to disaster, he found. That fateful day, Will was performing his duties when he felt the ship shudder and sway. Suddenly, he realized there was cannon fire! Will raced up on the deck to see a large, black ship overpowering his vessel. A sudden shift threw Will unconscious and out to sea, but before he faded, the last thing he saw was a Jolly Roger that appeared to smile a toothy smile at him. When Will woke, a beautiful girl was leaning over him. Will was startled awake.
"Just stay calm," she told him, "You're with the governor's daughter. You're safe."
"Miss Swann?" he asked groggily.
"Elizabeth," corrected the girl.
Will faded into darkness and heard no more. In the next moment, Will's eyes fluttered open. He looked around cautiously. Will realized that he was now safe in his own bed in Port Royal, Jamaica.
"Will," echoed a voice.
Will awoke and saw Elizabeth Swann, his darling fiancée, standing over him. He knew in that moment that he had been dreaming.
"Will, are you all right?" Elizabeth asked in a concerned tone, feeling Will's head, "You're really warm. A little bit feverish, maybe."
"I'm fine. I've never been better," Will reassured her, "I was just dreaming."
"About what?" Elizabeth asked curiously.
"My old friend, Guinevere," Will replied, "We lived together in England. I was dreaming about the day I left her to find my father and about the day we met."
"Well, have you been dreaming about today?" Elizabeth asked him.
"How could I not dream about being able to grow old with you?" Will told her with a loving smile.
Elizabeth rose from the bed and opened a box. Inside was an elegant deep blue uniform with a matching tricorn hat.
"This is for you," Elizabeth said, handing Will the suit.
"It's beautiful," Will said earnestly.
Elizabeth looked out the window.
"Goodness, how late it is! We have so much preparation to do," she gasped.
Will sat up and took his uniform behind the dressing screen.
"I look forward to seeing you wear that tomorrow," Elizabeth said as she left Will to change.
"It's bad luck for the groom to see his bride before the wedding," Will warned.
"What bad luck could possibly come?" Elizabeth quipped.