Disclaimer: I do not in any Way, Shape, or Form own Pirates of the Caribbean . If I did, I would have a Jack Sparrow at my side, and I wouldn't at all complain .
Preface:
All I remember from the day we were found was whistling of the wind and the crashing of the waves that threatened to take us under to their domain. The main thing keeping us alive was each other. Despite being barely conscious I was aware of what was around us, I turned my head to face my brother, who had passed out trying to save me from some falling debris. I tightened my hand which was around his own, giving it a small squeeze. 'Someone will find us... I'm sure of it.' I thought to myself, it was the only thing that I could do to keep myself from losing any hope of survival. After looking up at the sky one last time and seeing the bit of burning wreckage that use to be our ship from the corner of eye, I felt my eyes start to roll back into my head and my world turned completely back.
That was the day my brother and I met Elizabeth Swan, and the day that both of our lives changed, without any memory of what had happened before hand.
My name is Gabriella Turner, and this is my story, that I decided to share.