Chapter 3
That night, while Gov. Swann tucked his daughter into bed, she asked him, "Papa, what the Lieutenant said, that…, well, when he said that about pirates, was he telling the truth?"
"Lizzie, my darling, we shouldn't talk of that, your just about off to sleep and.." Elizabeth interrupted him, "But papa, can't you just tell me? Please?" (Here she gave him her best puppy dog eyes) And he replied in a restrained tone, "Sweetie, I'm sorry, but you don't really want to know the answer to that question." "Yes I do father, I really want to know!"
One look into his eyes and she knew his answer already.
"Yes, Lizzie, he spoke the truth, any man who is a pirate deserves that fate for the crimes of atrocity he's committed." He spoke these last words with bitterness in his voice. "What do you mean Papa, how do you know what they've done?" Elizabeth's voice was inquisitive. "Papa…?" "Lizzie, it's time for you to go sleep. Goodnight, my darling" He kissed her cheek and then walked out her quarters and shut her door firmly" Elizabeth woke the next morning and looked out the large bay window that her quarter contained. It had a window seat were you could sit reading a book or gazing at the deep blue sea, or at the stars, whether it be night or day.
Elizabeth's stomach rumbled and she quickly got up and went to the kitchen below deck. Usually she had to wait for her lady maids, but they had not come with her on the journey to her new home, so she looked into her mirror and decided that she looked acceptable after brushing her golden hair. While on her way there, she noticed a few of the men gave her some pretty startled looks, but she couldn't understand why. She had brushed her own hair! For the first time in her life! And they gave her looks that clearly said she had was not dressed good enough for them, but she didn't know what that was, so, she for got about it when on her way there, a voice said "Elizabeth?" "Yes?" "What are you doing?" "I'm going to breakfast, why?" She answered and whirled around. James Norrington stood in the doorway between the doctor's chamber and the kitchen. "What are you wearing?" he said, genuinely concerned. "I'm wearing…" As she looked down at herself, she heard a faint laughter from the doctor's chambers. It was Will Turner; laughing at her because she had forgotten to change into clothes. She blushed as pink as her cheeks would go and quickly sprinted up the stairs and back to her room. She didn't know how she could have forgotten. She couldn't help it. Every day, her lady's maids had dressed her and made her look presentable for breakfast with her father. She had forgotten her hunger and she began to cry. It wasn't a sad cry, but more of a "I'm so embarrassed," cry. Meanwhile Will Turner had heard what she'd said about breakfast, and when she didn't return, he realized that he must've hurt her feelings. So when Elizabeth heard a knock on her door she didn't answer until the knocking became insistent. "Who is it? What do you want" she sobbed, trying to steady her weak voice. The door opened and someone came in, and said, "It's William, and I've brought you something to eat." "Thank-you" she said quietly. She ate in silence until she heard his stomach rumble to. "Are you hungry?" she asked him. "Yes, but I'll get something when your finished." "Um, you can share with me if you want; because I know it's too much for me." They both smiled.