Disclaimer: Well would it be a fanfic if I owned POTC? I suppose not so I don't own and since I hate sounding like a broken record on purpose this goes for all chapters.
It had been late that evening. No noise had been made; truly it was silent like any other night would be. Everyone tucked away gently into their beds. Resting peacefully after a day's full of work… Almost everyone…
"Where is that doctor?!?!" A woman shrieked trying to breath through the pain that surged through her.
"I… I don't know…" The man known as Governor Swann was in a state of panic and worry. Sure Lady Swann had been pregnant before and each time ended with an unhappy end… the loss of a child. The doctor had warned Elizabeth that having children would be difficult in fact he told her it was dangerous to her health to even consider having children. They had been lucky to have her impregnated, but they always lost the child. Despite her husbands wishes she insists on having at least one of his children. Finally a very young girl no older than eight walked into the room with a man following after her and another young woman following him.
"You are dismissed Estrella…"
"My deepest apologies, it seems that Angela Grey has finally gone into labor herself. I have received your call in the middle of her delivery." The doctor explained while setting to work with Miss Elizabeth Swann. "It seems that I have been the late one this time…" He murmured before requesting Lady Swann to push. The female pushed and one glance up saw a pale face.
"Jakyrah." He called to the dark haired girl who had followed him. "Check Miss Swann's status."
"Right…" The young woman approached Miss Swann stethoscope around her neck. After checking everything she reported everything had been alright.
"Keep watch on her." He said. "Now push one more time, a hard push." He instructed and soon the young child had been released. Jakyrah had continued watching the woman's status. Both Governor Swann and Lady Swann had waited patiently to hear the outcome of their beautiful daughter. Soon the cry of a baby had been heard. "It seems your baby girl will be just fine…" The doctor confirmed. Elizabeth let out a long sigh before relaxing on the bed… a little too relaxed. The governor laughed in shock of having a baby that has finally survived.
"Elizabeth… we have a baby girl…" He whispered as tears of joy spilled down his cheeks.
"Miss Swann?" Jakyrah tapped the female softly before putting the stethoscope to her chest.
"Finally a child of our own..." The governor couldn't help but rush to the doctor and hold the wrapped up baby.
"Doctor…" Jakyrah looked up from the woman horrified. "Her heart stopped…" Jakyrah reported softly.
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"Elizabeth!!" The Governor called to his daughter who had stopped walking to watch several children playing a game.
He looked at the little girl… today was the eighth year since her birth, but it also meant eight years since he lost his beloved wife. After the news settled in he thought it would be best to name his only child Elizabeth and he chose right. The little girl was a spitting image of her mother.
"Elizabeth! We must go!!" The governor called to his daughter once more before the sound of gunshots were heard. The first thing the governor had done was yank his daughter behind him tearing her gaze from the game.
"Let me go! Let me go!! I am not Elizabeth Swann…" A young girl around the same age as Elizabeth was carried under the arm of a male with the gun. The girl kicked and screamed as the people in the town had parted not wanting to be on the receiving end of the gun. Unfortunately for the man he found himself face to face with Lieutenant Norrington and his men. The man took a few steps back before turning to run again… right into Mr. Brown… the blacksmith arms full of different orders. The appearance of the blacksmith shocked the so called kidnapper that he dropped the girl instinctively and quickly found himself arrested. Norrington then approached the child.
"Miss Swann, are you unharmed?" He asked.
"For the final time, my name is Evelyn Grey!!" She said in a rude fashion.
"Remarkable…" The governor said staring at the girl's face. Elizabeth then came from behind her father. "The faces are almost identical." He said just before the child began to cry and she sped off to where she had been dragged from. Into an old restaurant and the crowd moved when the girl entered. Almost immediately the whispers began.
'Poor child, her father killed by pirates and her mother just sentenced to her death.'
'The gent who did this thought she was Elizabeth Swann…'
"Mommy…" She whimpered before crying lying on the still body of her mother drowning all sense of reality.
