So sorry that I ended the first chapter abruptly but I felt that it was necessary since we're going back to her pre-teen days. These are all flashbacks from her POV. Please don't forget some feedback!
Disclaimer: I own none of the characters except Kristen and Bridget Marie. All others are the property of The Walt Disney Co. I am only borrowing them for the story.
Elizabeth wasn't really dreaming but remembering. She thought back to her days on Port Royal as a child. Her father, Weatherby Swann, was the governor at the time. She frequently gallivanted around the massive house, enjoying her free time by climbing the huge tree outside despite her father's protests. She spent the late evenings in her dollhouse, which was so huge that she could close it around her and pretend she was Alice after eating the cursed cookie that made her larger. She would pretend to be talking to the doorknob while holding a cookie she snitched from the chef when his back was turned. Although she had some friends, they were overseas. Bridget Marie's parents took her to Bermuda for vacation but she would eventually call to tell her how things were. Thank god for cell phones. Elizabeth's other friend Kristen, had gone to America to visit some relatives and wouldn't be back in Port Royal until the end of November. She sighed. That meant a whole month alone. She got bored easily and always thought about breaking free from the bonds of the governor's mansion. Now 10, she would run to the 3-car garage and grab her bicycle. Gov. Swann would be buried to his neck in paperwork by 2 p.m. so she was safe. She took the route leading to the abandoned docks. They were in poor state because of fear that pirates would use them for black market smuggling. That excited her. She had always read about them, watched movies about them and had especially enjoyed the ride at Disney World. She had stood in line to see it twice and never got bored of it. Stopping outside the docks, she got off her bike and walked along the splintered boards, seeing the blue ocean just 11 feet below. Elizabeth reached the end and looked across the low horizon. The warm air of the Caribbean entered her lungs. It felt clean and moist. She walked down the rotting stairs to the beach level. Kicking off her shoes, she walked in the water, letting it up to her ankles. It felt sooo good. Seeing the waves, she felt a grin crawl across her face.
Heh heh, sounds like her ruthless streak is starting to show. What will she do next? More to come!