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Diamonds
Her father thought her a diamond, precious and delicate; one that was required to be kept safe, away from the prying eyes of the heartless world. But there is good and bad everywhere, and things past cannot be recalled. Ms Elizabeth Swann.
Then came a commodore, and she was a different diamond: still gleaming and exquisite, but different; one that would be encrusted for decoration. A fine woman accompanying a fine man. But beauty is not real. Beauty only exists in perception. Beauty is a fading flower. Mrs Elizabeth Norrington.
A blacksmith came next, and he moulded her into a new form: still a diamond, but different. She was strong now. Strong and yet, she was protected, worshipped and pure. But security is the first cause of misfortune. Mrs Elizabeth Turner.
Then finally, he came; the one who radiated aura like sunshine: luminous, warm, gold-brown. He split her into her spectrum of colours. She was still a diamond, but now, she knew who she was, her different forms. But sunshine all the time makes a desert. Mrs Elizabeth Sparrow.
She knew her answer. She was the diamond. Stable, beautiful, proud. Captain Elizabeth Swann.
The name felt perfect on her lips.
A/N: First attempt so please review!
UPDATE 17th Sept: Initially, I intended to post all my drabbles separately, but now, I think it'll be wiser posting the drabbles as part of one story. It makes the pieces more manageable. :)