Hope you enjoyed the first chapter. Please read and review! If I get any reviews, I'll consider adding more chapters. For now, I'm not sure how many times Elizabeth will time-travel before she makes a decision.
(Warning: violent content here)
She slowly stirred. The room materialized as she got up. Because she was still quite groggy, she couldn't focus well. It was like sobering up but on fast-forward. The room formed from the fog into a wooden floor with white metal walls
everywhere. The bed was huge and she had a large veranda outside with a deck chair. She staggered outside. The sea was still there so something was normal. A loud buzzing came from above. She wondered what it could be. To her
shock, something huge and green swooped past. It was impossible to believe. The huge green object turned right and flew back towards the ship. It was incredibly fast. She thought she saw a human head. Was it from another planet?
She couldn't think clearly since the effects of the blackout weren't totally faded.
She realized she was in a purple and white nightgown. Wandering to the dresser, she searched for something that would seem appropriate. The simplest piece was a long navy blue dress with a white collar. What kind of clothes were
these? She didn't need to have someone pin them on her. And where was her corset? Would she be stared at for wandering without one? Although the clothes looked alien to her, she could tell there was no need for the horrid corset. The
fabric couldn't stretch enough to fit one under. She felt a shower would help. Stripping her nightgown off, she ran the water as cold as she could stand and let the shower hit her straight in the face. Something weird had happened. Where
were Jack and Will? Why was she suddenly on another ship and what the bloody hell was the thing that flew overhead? A manmade fly? She shut the water off and dried off. The dress seemed easy to put on since there were buttons on
the back at the top. She searched the closet again and found a pair of shoes. Putting them on, she checked her face in the mirror. She was shocked. She was clearly older, probably about 24 or 25. The baby fat on her chin was gone. Her
cheeks were also more taut. She was relieved that her face had barely changed. Her hair was much darker and had been cut short. It was wavy and didn't reach more than an inch below her chin. She felt naked with the air brushing
across the nape of her neck. Searching the room, she rummaged through a desk drawer. On top of it was a ticket. It said "Cunard White Star Line: RMS Queen Elizabeth." But why would a ship be named after the queen? Did she die
recently? Was she related to Queen Mary? She looked at the itinerary. The ship had left Southampton on June 1 and made a stop in the Bahamas on June 2. It had just left so she was somewhere in the south Atlantic, steaming towards
South Africa, which was two days away. The date shocked her: June 2, 1920. She closed her eyes and shook her head, trying to clear her mind. Peeking back, she saw the clear black letters again mocking her: it was 1920, not 1691. This
couldn't be possible. She found her room key and took a deep breath. The world outside would be very different. She needed to find Jack or Will. Maybe they could explain what happened.
Elizabeth passed people in fancy tuxedos and dresses similar to hers. She was surprised that nobody stared at her. She dared herself to glance at a few of the women passing her in the halls. To her shock, they might as well be a splitting
image of her: wavy, bobbed hair and a long, slinky dress, sometimes with fur wrapped around the neck. She continued down the long hall, passing a line of white doors on both sides. She reached the end and saw a staircase. Wandering
up, she reached another door and went in. The room was so stunning it took her breath away. The ceiling soared up nearly 30 feet with chandeliers hanging majestically from delicate threads. The walls were decked in a dark wood that
complemented the floor. The room was slightly crowded but there was always enough space to walk without bumping into someone. That made Elizabeth feel better as she didn't want to find out if people here talked differently or even in
another language. She made her way past the beautifully dressed couples, wondering what she should do. Should she look for Jack? Where would he be and how could she find him?
She thought maybe a walk outside would clear her head more. She saw that the walls had no windows so she had to go up another level or two. How could this ship be so huge! The Pearl would fit inside three times with room to spare!
She staggered to another set of stairs and was up on the balcony. There were French doors lined along both sides of the ship. A man in a sharp white uniform opened the door for her. "Good afternoon ma'am." He had no accent of any
kind so Elizabeth knew the crew were from England. She thanked him quietly and wandered outside. It was late afternoon; the sun was low on the horizon. There weren't many people outside. The decks were covered with sun chairs and
children were running everywhere. She wandered the decks, eventually finding herself on the stern, the massive Union Jack flapping loudly from the pole. As she pondered getting off, she still wondered how she could find Will or Jack. Was
she doomed to spend her remaining life in a strange new time where metal birds existed and women didn't wear corsets?
Leaning on the rail, she sighed, wondering what to do next. Something odd was in the distance. She stared at it. It was getting larger. To her surprise, it was a ship. She couldn't tell what kind as she had never seen anything like it. The
ship was even smaller than the Black Pearl and light gray. It was made of material she had never seen before and didn't have sails. How could it move without wind? That's when she looked at the Queen Elizabeth's smokestacks. Her ship
had no sails either. How could this be possible? She was so lost in her thoughts that she never saw the cannon. The small ship pulled alongside and immediately opened fire. A massive boom echoed and she heard screams from below deck.
Then, grappling hooks landed on the rails in front of her. The men climbing aboard looked familiar. "Mr. Gibbs!" She ran towards him. He looked at her and, to her shock, slapped her across the face. "Mr. Gibbs, what's wrong with you?!" He
was stunned. How could she know his name? Must be a whore Jack had met in Bermuda a few weeks ago. At that point, another man stepped up on the deck.
He didn't have a tripoint hat or long beard. His eyes were the same but he was dressed in a dirty white button-up shirt and black pants with boots. In his faded leather belt was a Colt .45. He didn't carry a cutlass but what looked like a
long Ghurka knife. It was clearly Jack. "Oh, what have we here? Something extra for the boys?" "Jack! It's me, Elizabeth!" She cautiously approached him. He raised an eyebrow but said nothing and walked away. Suddenly, she was
grabbed from behind. "Oy, boys, let's have some fun with this one here!" She felt another pair of greasy hands grabbing her dress. They tore the skirt. She kicked and managed to hit the other pirate in the knee. Fortunately, he had
injured it before so it hurt immensely. He grabbed his knee and howled in pain. She sank her teeth into the other pirate's hand. He screamed and let go immediately. She didn't look back as she ran back inside. The diaries had brought her
here so she had to get out. She tried to remember the way back to her cabin. If she got lost, she was dead for sure. She ran downstairs. The sight before her was horrible. Two pirates were raping a teenage girl. Another shot into the
crowd as people fell, one after another. She forced herself to hold back her vomit and ran into the hallway. What was the room number? She fumbled in her small coin purse and found the key. Reading it, she saw that it was no. 401. She
counted the doors and finally reached it. Just before going in, Elizabeth heard a door being kicked in. A burly pirate had entered a room five doors down. The occupant's voice sounded familiar. Will! She yanked a lamp from her room and
cautiously staggered towards the door. Elizabeth peeked through the crack where the hinges were. Will still looked like himself. The pirate pulled out a pistol and pointed it at him. Elizabeth had to act now! She ran towards him and broke
the lamp on his head. Although he was huge, he collapsed immediately. Unfortunately, on reflex, he pulled the trigger. Will was thrown against the wall. "NO!!" Elizabeth dropped the remains of the lamp and crawled over to him. He had
been hit in a bad spot. There was no way she could get him to a doctor to save him. His eyes were glassy, death was not far. Despite that, he was able to lift his head and get a very close look at her. "Elizabeth? I thought you were
dead." She saw her tears land on his cheek. "W-Will, I'm so sorry. It's my fault, I-I shouldn't have read the bloody stupid diary." He was totally confused. "Elizabeth, what are you talking about?" "The diary I read. It must have brought us
here. We have to get you out of here." She struggled to get his arm over her neck. She couldn't lift him because she was so exhausted. Thinking quickly, she searched his coat and found his room key. She locked the door behind her and
ran to her room. Where were they? She turned over the trunk. Clothes and papers fell out but no books resembling her diary. She searched under the bed and pulled out the drawers. The sounds of gunshots and feet thumping overhead
terrified her so much she couldn't hear her heart beat. She ran to the closet. It wasn't in there. She had to think. Where would she put it so nobody could find it? Inspiration struck. She dragged the desk over to the massive dresser and
got on top of it. She still couldn't see the top so she fumbled blindly with her hands. Something hard hit her hand. She found it! Jumping down, she ran back to Will's room. It was barely in the nick of time. Another pirate was charging
down the hall. She tried to find a legible entry. A gunshot echoed. He had shot the lock! Fortunately, the damage had only jammed the door so he couldn't get in. She looked at Will. His eyes didn't move. "No! Will! Will! Please, stay with
me!" She cradled his head in her lap. He wasn't breathing. She burst into uncontrolled sobs, wondering what she had done to deserve such a thing. Still, didn't she have a chance? She opened the diary and began reading again:
Dear diary,
I hope Will isn't going to be late. It's our first date and even Daddy is somewhat excited. He just dropped by the house yesterday in fact. The desk is just gorgeous. I hope it convinces Daddy to hire him again so I can see more of him.
The headache struck again and she saw the room turn wavy and hazy. She passed out.
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