Just wrote this right now. This is based off of Agatha Christie's And then There Were None. This is the first chapter of my version, Pirates style! For those who have read the book, this will be slightly different, of course in order to make it fit in with POTC. The first chapter of the novel describes the characters and their situations. I'm doing that with the first few chapters instead, since we already know the characters, and I'm letting you know the characters' situations at the beginning of the story. Might be a slow start, but believe me, the action will build up and te story will go faster. Just bear with me please!
Disclaimer: I don't own POTC or it's characters, nor Agatha Christie's ATTWN. Just the idea/plot of the story, or the twist for it.
Now, enjoy the story!
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ONE
"Elizabeth?" called the governor of Port Royal, Weatherby Swann. "Darling?"
"Over here," said a feminine voice. Weatherby looked behind the shelf, only to find his daughter cuddled up under the windowsill, reading another book.
After a few seconds of silence, Weatherby said, "Elizabeth, dear, why don't you go out to town and go…oh, do whatever it is young ladies do these days." He looked at his daughter, who seemed to have not paid any attention to his suggestion. "Elizabeth?" he asked, wanting to get her unhypnotized from the big scarlet book and its contents.
"Huh?" Elizabeth asked all of a sudden. It was apparent she wasn't paying any attention to her father. After receiving the "shouldn't-you-be-listening-to-me" look from her father, she apologized, "I'm sorry, father." She gestured to the book sitting on her lap. "It's just that, it's all rainy and mucky and icky outside right now. I'm not in the mood to go out shopping or anything. I don't want to get messed up and untidy because of it." Unless, of course, if I'm going to see Will. I definitely wouldn't mind getting wet if it means getting a kiss or two from that gorgeous blacksmith thought Elizabeth, smiling about her daydreaming and of Will's unruly brown curls, and that dashing, seemingly perfect smile of his. On the outside, however, it seemed her smile was one of those apologetic ones, or so it seemed to Weatherby.
After another moment of silence, Weatherby wanted to make conversation, asking, "So, Elizabeth darling, what in that text of yours has gotten your interests so elevated?"
"Oh, nothing really," said Elizabeth, but her face made it apparent the book's contents would get her father's disapproval. "You probably wouldn't enjoy all that much, anyway."
Before she could say anything else to persuade her father not to look at the book, he had snatched the thick, scarlet book from her grasp. Elizabeth began to frown as her father read, "The Tales and Folklore of Piracy." He flipped the book over, side to side, inspecting it. "I thought I burned this many years ago, along with the other pirate texts."
"Well, obviously you didn't," Elizabeth said, trying to make light of the matter by smiling and trying to look innocent.
"Elizabeth," began the governor, seeming disappointed at his daughter's choice of literature, "you know how I feel about this. About you reading this….this…" Weatherby paused, thinking about what to call the filthy piece of literature.
"Fascinating, exciting adventurous book of pirate tales?" said Elizabeth in an excited tone.
"No," answered Weatherby. "I was thinking more so, for a lack of a better word, rubbish."
Weatherby turned to face Elizabeth, shaking the pirate book with his right hand as he spoke, "Sweetheart, I thought that after you would grow up this pirate nonsense would vanish from you."
"Well, apparently, you thought wrong," remarked Elizabeth. As she stood up, she furthered the conversation, "Ever since that happy accident a few months ago my interest towards piracy has elevated even more, since I got a taste of pirate life and rather enjoyed it."
Governor Swann could only raise an eyebrow and ask, "So you call being held hostage to release a curse you can't even break in the first place and almost died enjoyable?"
Elizabeth just stood there, pondering over what she had just heard. She slipped off her shoes while her father wasn't looking, and made a run for the door. As she was doing this, she heard her father yell, rather surprised, "Elizabeth Veronica Swann, what on earth do you think you're doing?"
"What do you think I'm doing?" Elizabeth asked rather harshly.
"Elizabeth, sweetheart, wait!" Weatherby shouted, running (or at least trying to) to catch up with his daughter.
"WHAT?" the petite blonde asked, annoyed by her father.
"Couldn't we at least talk about this?" the governor asked with a pleading look on his face.
"Talk about what?"
"I got a letter today," said the governor, now calmed down and a little more serious.
"Oh?" Elizabeth asked, having an attitude once again with her arms crossed across her chest and eyebrows arched in "surprise".
"From Lord Owen. He says I am to be governor somewhere else, on an island called Isle de Cruces or something along those lines."
Elizabeth's attention grew and her eyebrows went up even more at what she was hearing from her father. "Oh, really?"
"Yes, and I'm needed there very soon. In a matter of days, actually. I was given no choice. It was the King's orders or nothing at all. Therefore, due to these circumstances, we are moving."
Elizabeth's eyes widened. How could this happen? she asked herself. Why now? I have a life of my own, practically. She paused there. Okay, maybe not. But so what if my dad controls which events I go to and my current life is a living prison of Hell? I still have my goals and wishes for life! And for crying out loud, I have Will! He's my boyfriend and the only person who really truly knows, cares and loves me for who I really truly am. She had to tell Will of this upsetting piece of news. Not being able to bear the sudden shock of her moving any longer, she barged out the door and ran on the rocky dirt roads that lead her to the smithy….to Will.
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Will was working on another sword when he heard a click and two pieces of metal clinking against each other. He turned around from his masterpiece in the making, only to find what seemed to him to be an angel at the door. The said angel had blonde hair that had dampened due to the fact it was raining. Also because of the rain, the angel had her light pink and white dress soaked as well. "Elizabeth?" he asked, questioning to her presence. She normally didn't come to the smithy on Saturdays. He ran for some blankets that were nearby and ran up to the wet girl, covering her with blankets and walking her to the fire. Her hair was a little curlier than usual, and seemed to be a bit tangled, too. "What on earth made you come all the way across town in this weather?" Will asked, upset and concerned for his love.
Elizabeth smiled, her answer sweet and simple, "You."
Will only had to chuckle to her answer. "Here," he said. "Have some warm tea."
Elizabeth accepted the mug containing said warm beverage and smiled. "Thank you," she said. She took a few sips as Will sat beside her. "No, Elizabeth, really," the young blacksmith began. "What really made you come all this way? Especially in this weather?"
Elizabeth's face had changed into a more solemn expression, for what she was about to say to Will was a serious matter. Elizabeth told Will everything about what just happened at the mansion, and when she had finished, Will was shocked at what he just heard. "There's nothing we can do about it, Will," stated Elizabeth, seeming as if she was going to burst out into tears again.
"Sure there is," said Will in a soothing tone. He embraced Elizabeth into a hug, her head by his, and he gently combed her golden hair with his fingers. As he was helping Elizabeth calm down, an idea popped into his head. He left Elizabeth and sprinted to his bedroom. When he came out, he saw a confused, crying Elizabeth staring at him, her face seeming to ask, "Why did you leave me?" He ran back to her before she could say anything, and told her of his plan. "I know what we could do," he said, just inches away from her face.
"What?" asked a sniffling Elizabeth.
"Get married!" exclaimed Will no louder than a whisper. He smiled, realizing the clever genius he truly was. Instead of getting a smile in return, he received an expression of shock from his dearly beloved.
"What?" Elizabeth asked, trying to make sure she heard him correctly.
"Let's get married. Betrothed. You and me," said Will, holding both of Elizabeth's hands in his own. "We can be together, forever, and-"
"Will, I'm not too sure. I mean, my father would freak out if he found out we were to wed. Fine, we're boyfriend and girlfriend, but…." Elizabeth faded off, not wanting to seem blunt and not actually knowing what to say next. She loved Will, she really, truly did. But, she was thinking of how her father would react and all what would happen if she agreed to marrying William Turner the Second, her best friend…and her love.
Will look hurt to have been denied a marriage proposal. Elizabeth could tell through his deep, brown eyes, which have lost their familiar twinkle. Before Elizabeth could explain or go any further, Will interrupted, "No. I understand." His tone of voice showed he was hurt. Elizabeth felt pain stab her heart by just looking at Will like this.
"Will," Elizabeth said in a calm voice, grabbing one of Will's hands. Will shot his head to face up, toward her. "First of all, you didn't really ask for my hand in marriage." Will blushed at this, ashamed he didn't even bother to ask to begin with.
"Secondly," Elizabeth continued, "I didn't say 'no', just that I wasn't sure." She let out a small grin on her face as Will got on one knee, and took out the prettiest ring Elizabeth had ever seen. Inscribed on it was her initials: EVS. "Oh, Will!" exclaimed Elizabeth, no louder than a whisper. "It's absolutely beautiful!"
"Elizabeth Swann," Will asked, nervousness showing on his face as he was preparing himself to ask the next question, "will you marry me?"
Elizabeth began to let out tears again, only this time they were tears of joy. She nodded her head yes, while saying the word herself, each time a little louder than the last. After a few minutes, Will and Elizabeth were shedding tears of joy, only then were they lead into a deep, passionate kiss in front of the fire place, sitting on a blanket on the floor. The enveloped themselves into each other, kissing each other passionately. After a minute or two, they stopped, only lying next to each other, side by side, soon to be husband and wife.
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Next chapter: JACK:D Hope you'll keep on reading! Let me know on your thoughts on this, please! R&R