A New Beginning
Chapter One: Leaving London
Summery: Modern Times Elizabeth and her father move to Port Royal, Jamaica so her father can take the place of Governor and start a new life. This means having a new house, new school, new friends…and maybe a new love for our dear Elizabeth Swann. WILLABETH!!
Disclaimer: I don't own anything…nooo thing….I wish I owned Orlando Bloom though…that would make my life b-e-a-utiful!!
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Elizabeth Swann sat on her bed, or where her bed used to be before the movers took it away to go in the truck. She sat with her legs crossed flipping through her family picture album. She came across a picture of herself when she was about five years old with her father in front of their house…or as of in about an hour their former house. Yes, that's right, today she was moving from her beautiful house where she grew up. But the petit blonde wasn't just moving to a different house, she was moving across the ocean, down south in the Caribbean.
Elizabeth loved London. Even if rained every other hour of the day, she still loved it. London was her home, it made her feel safe. Sure, it was a huge city, but it was her city. She didn't know how she would be able to get used to the scorching heat of the Caribbean. But, her father was now the Governor of Port Royal, Jamaica and he couldn't run it all the way in Europe. And that's why they're moving.
Her father said it would be the best for them. It would be a new start in their lives. A new adventure as he would like to call it. Elizabeth and her father, Weatherby, would play adventure all the time when she was younger before she had friends. Her mother passed away after the birth of Elizabeth so she has no one to play dress-up with or tea party. But playing 'adventure' with her father wasn't all that bad. It was just the two of them and that's all they could do about it.
Weatherby didn't date after his wife passed. He just couldn't deal with moving on after his true love died. He knew that she would want him too, but he just didn't have the heart to do it. But he did have the heart to move his daughter and himself from Europe down to the Caribbean.
There was a knock on her door. "Elizabeth?" Her father called.
She looked up and smiled, flipping another page in the family album. "Hi, Dad." Elizabeth said softly.
"I told you to put that into a moving box." He said.
The 18-year-old sighed. "I know. I just wanted to look at it one more time before we left."
Weatherby walked to his daughter and sat right next to her and looked at the picture she was at. It was of her, and her cousin James. They had bits of cake frosting on their cheeks from one of Elizabeth's birthday parties. He laughed remembering that day. "Well, at least James will be there too. In fact, you two will be going to the same school."
Elizabeth smiled. James was her favorite cousin, but she hadn't seen him since she was twelve and they moved down to Port Royal. They still kept in touch with letters and e-mails and occasionally sending pictures in the mail to show how much they've grown. "I miss James. I haven't seen him in person since we were little." Then she remembered school. "Dad, did you see if the school has a photography class?" She asked.
"I checked in with the school a few days ago and they said yes." Weatherby replied.
The blonde's smile got even bigger as she embraced her father. Elizabeth loved the arts, but mostly photography. For her last birthday her father got her a professional camera. Elizabeth remembered opening the box and squealing so loud that she could have broke the mirror in the family room. She was so excited that day she almost threw her digital camera out the window. Almost. But she didn't, that they thing cost way to much money for her to just throw it away.
"Now, I know that you're going to be very nervous when we arrive there, but just think how lovely it's going to be there. The weather will be lovely and perfect for your condition." Her father said.
Elizabeth flashed a fake smile at her father. Her condition…something she definitely did not want to think about right now.
Weatherby checked his watch as his eyes widened. "Come, Elizabeth, we must leave or we will miss the plane." He shot up quickly and hurried out of the door.
Elizabeth got up slowly and stuffed the album in her bag. She got to the bedroom door and turned around, looking at her room she slept in for over 13 years. The light purple walls fading with color and the shading of the walls where her photographs hug before she took them down. Oh, how she did not want to leave. She turned back around and walked down the hallway to the stairway for the last time.
She walked down the stairs and touched the railway, remembering all the times she would slide down the rail and her father would yell at her telling her should would get hurt. Elizabeth smiled at the memories. She stepped off the last step and turned around to the stairs for the last time.
"Elizabeth, come! We mustn't be late for the plane!" Weatherby cried from the car.
Elizabeth sighed and walked past the oak doors for the last time. Once she got into the car she looked out the window, thinking how much she was going to miss that house. It was her home, and she didn't want another. As the car started and staring moving out the drive way she kept her eyes on that house until it was out of sight.
When it was no where to be seen, Elizabeth turned back around in her seat and looked at her father. He smiled and took her hand, giving it a comforting squeeze. She squeezed back. The petit blonde sighed and pulled out her iPod, and picked a soft song to sooth her emotions.
Later on the plane, Elizabeth took the window side of the plane watched as the plane slowly took off from the ground.
Farewell, London.
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