This is my first POTC fan fic so feedback would be appreciated! Thanks!
Disclaimer: I own nothing except Kristen and Bridget Marie. Everything else is the property of the Walt Disney Co. so please don't sue. You'll get nothing but some worn out POTC DVDs.
Young Elizabeth Swann, now 23, stood on the deck of the Black Pearl, watching the sea gently pitch up and down. She was bored. The crew, including Jack, were totally wasted. Bloody pirates, why can't they go one, just ONE sodding day without rum!? Even Will was knocked out! No problem, she thought. I'll just punch him in the face when he wakes up. Suddenly, she realized that would do no good. His face would be numb so he wouldn't feel the fist across his cheek. She'd hurt her hand more than his jaw. Damn. She sighed and plopped down on the bench next to the wheelhouse. Cotton was steering but she didn't feel like talking to his silly parrot even though it was safely caged. Yo ho ho, bottle of rum! Yo ho ho, bottle of rum! it squawked. She leaned back, feeling the warm sun on her face. Boredom came more easily these days since they had escaped the wrath of Inspector Cutler Beckett and the police. All the chores had been finished yesterday so this was basically a "rum day" as Jack called it. She gritted her teeth, not willing to give in to his infuriating habits. She let her eyes close slowly and drifted off into neverland.