~Chapter 2: Hard to Breathe~

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Harimilla was sweating profusely, her sister, who stood beside her, was doing much better as they lightly fanned themselves; the two didn't want to do it any faster otherwise they would be seen as improper and thus bring shame to the entire family.

The younger of the two could feel her stomach being pushed into her back as she tried to pay attention to the ceremony that was happening as she struggled. She panted quietly, trying, and failing, to regain the oxygen around her, everything was starting to be surrounded by a red tint and she could feel herself swaying.

Hari could feel Elizabeth's worried gaze on her, she turned to look at her adoptive sister, trying and failing, to reassure her with a dimming smile that didn't quite reach her eyes. The elder frowned, frustrated that she couldn't do anything to help the younger one who was having more trouble with the corsets, Elizabeth was talking to them much better because she had loosened hers while her father went to rise her sister. Mentally cursing, the blonde became agitated at her lack of forethought.

Several minutes passed in the sweltering heat, breathing became more difficult as time went on. Harimilla fanned herself quickly, her movements light and elegant, she put all her strength in every downward and upward thrust ensuring that she'd get a large amount of air blown in her face. The people around her looked at her funnily, her fanning catching their attention, but Hari could care less. She could feel her face burning, her lungs protesting, sweat building on her forehead.

Finally, the ceremony had ended and the youngest of the sisters could barely keep back her sigh of relief, that all ended, however, when she saw the Commodore on his way toward her, a small smile playing on his lips as he asked her to walk with him. With a strained smile on her unmarred face, Harimilla followed him to cliff's railings, she stared at the green, blue ocean as Norrington began to talk.

"You look lovely Harimilla," He turns towards her, eyeing her before moving to face the ocean, "This promotion has told me that I have accomplished the goals that I set for myself. But it also cast a shadow, revealing to me that I have not accomplished something a man wants most: a wife. You have become a fine and beautiful woman Harimilla."

The black haired girl, however, hadn't been listening; her breaths had begun coming out in short pants, her cheeks had become pink, and sweat was now dripping off of her forehead. Her emerald green eyes rolled into the back of her head as she tipped forward, falling into the ocean below.

Elizabeth, who had been hanging back as the Commodore spoke to her sister, rushed forward with a cry of, "Hari!" She didn't realize her panic had caused a chain of events, she didn't realize pirates would soon attack her home, she only had eyes for the bubbles rising from where her sister's body was.

Her arms were held back as she went to dive into the salty water below, "Stop! You'll only get yourself killed! It was by luck that your sister missed those rocks."

"Let me go! I need to save my sister!" The blonde struggled against Norrington's arms, she screamed at him, kicked him, punched him while he dragged her towards the docks hoping to see if there was any sign that youngest Swann was still alive.

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A few minutes ago

Three men were currently on one of the ships parked at the dock, two of them were obviously in the navy while the other looked suspiciously like a pirate.

"Ah, you've caught me. I intend to borrow one of these fine ships and sail away, drinking rum and having girls on my two arms for the rest of my life." 'Mr. Smith' grins at them.

"I said, no lies!" One of the guards reprimanded, crossing his arms.

"I think he's telling the truth," The other guard announced, looking between 'Mr. Smith' and his partner.

"If he were telling the truth, he wouldn't have told us." The first guard nodded to himself, firm in his belief.

A voice piped up from where they had been standing at the front of the ship, an amused smile on his face as he stared between the two guards, "Unless of course, he knew you wouldn't believe the truth even if he told it to you."

Beside them, a few meters away, they heard a splash. 'Mr. Smith' or Captain Jack Sparrow turned in time to see a flash of a girl with black hair; he turned to see the guards looking at him, expecting him to do something about the situation at hand. With a grunt, Jack handed them his weapons, a gun and sword, and his hat before jumping into the freezing depths.

The man swam towards the younger person, he felt his heart beat as he stared at her. Jack had never seen anyone prettier, this girl in front him was so much more compared to others he had seen; she had a heart-shaped face, long hip-length hair which floated around her, giving the impression of a halo, she had rosy cheeks, an hourglass figure that held a dress which clung to her. As the dark haired man got closer, he noticed her eyes were open and her mouth tightly closed.

Harimilla eyed the figure that got close to her, currently it looked like a dark mass that she had first thought was a shark, however, she began to realize it was a human that had been coming towards her. She tried to gesture towards her outfit, hoping that her savior would get that it was one of the things making her sink, he gave her a confused look.

Rolling her eyes, Hari tried to remove the outfit, only going so far before the man had gotten what she had been gesturing at. He pulled off the first part of the outfit and watched as it drifted away from the couple, noticing how quickly it sunk, before grabbing the girl beside him, dragging her to the surface.

As soon as her head breached the surface, Harimilla inhaled. The young girl almost cried in relief, it was difficult not breathing but she was currently starved of air, her lungs still protested from where they hid inside her, her throat was sore from all her strangled gasping. The man swimming next to her seemed to notice her scrambling and started helping Hari towards the ship he had vaulted off of; once they had arrived in front of the beauty, Jack and the two guards manhandled her until she was on the boat, still wheezing.