Chapter-3

Author-DearAngelGirl

Disclaimer-I do not own Disney or so on.

She didn't know what to do. She was lost, not thinking clearly. Her mind was a mass of swirling thoughts. Was she sure this is what she really wanted more than anything else? Elizabeth was in deep thought in her room. She had been thinking for about ten minutes. She was battling with her conscience over what she was about to do.

I do want adventure.

But are you willing to die for it?

Should I go after pirates?

No you most certainly should not!

She decided to not listen, and ran to her wardrobe. She flung aside the expensive dresses her father that her father had bought for her, the patterns and silk making her long even more for the freedom she felt she rightly deserved. Tearing off her nightgown, she put on a plain black dress, minus the corset, she had burned all them before she would ever wear any dress again, much to the protest of her maids. She was eager to blend in and leave behind the life of a posh, perfectly raised little girl. She wanted to be a free woman. Pulling on a pair of boots that she had acquired whilst on her pirate journeys, brown and similar to the ones Jack wore, Elizabeth ran to the mirror. She picked up the brush, and ran it through her long brown hair, tying it back with a piece of black ribbon.

She knotted her curtains and blankets together, and threw them out of the window. The adventure of Elizabeth Swann was about to begin.

Jack sat in the dimly candlelit cellar, swigging rum from a bottle. Why isn't the compass working, he thought to himself miserably. Then he had a thought. He wanted this treasure, but he didn't want it enough. Maybe if he really concentrated- "Captain?" came the voice of Mr Gibbs, his ever present leather flask swinging from his neck as he put his head round the doorway. "You know what? We're not working hard enough. Hoist the sails!" Jack ordered, the effect of the rum showing as he rose to his feet. "But sir, there be no wind out. Just the sea, calm as can be." Jack squinted, dangerously swaying now, clinging to the banister. "Oh, right then," he slurred, "Lower the sails. Avast!" And with that, the infamous Captain Jack Sparrow sank to the floor in a drunken stupor.

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