~Chapter 1: Pilot~
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'Winter's approaching,' A young boy thought shivering in the cold that wrapped around him, his long, messy, dark hair seemed to be suitable enough for a light blanket, meaning it wasn't thick enough to keep him warm but enough to not let him freeze to death. His dull emerald eyes stared tiredly up at the dark night sky, he smiled slightly as he laughed at his own silly joke, 'The night sky was really just dark felt with holes punch through.' Harry frowned slightly, he didn't think others would laugh at his amusement because he was just a freak to them, he sighed as he realized his joke wasn't really a joke.
Blue tinted lips parted as the young child realized air onto his shaking hands, he tried in vain to heat them up, to gain some warmth but nothing was changing. His dull eyes closed in an attempt to fall asleep, the child thought that maybe he could conserve some warmth by falling asleep. The emerald eye child couldn't help but think about how much he didn't want to die, how much he didn't want to die before he found a family, before completing his own dream of creating his own family.
The child shivered once more, his entire body shaking heavily. He felt cold, was it always this cold outside? He realized a deep breathe as he snuggled further into his own body; as the child fell asleep a bright white light surrounded him, the light did many things at once, all of which were supposed to help him on his journey to the past.
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*Yo, ho, yo, ho, a pirate's life for me
Yo, ho, yo, ho, it's a pirate's life
for me...*
Elizabeth Swann sang quietly as the ship she sailed on floated through the waters; the ship she was on was called 'The Dauntless', it was a large ship with twenty-five gun ports on a side and rail guns to boot, all in all, the ship was frightening.
The daughter of the governor continued to sing the song under her breath as she watched the ocean pass by, of course, she couldn't really tell if they were any closer to their destination as she was surrounded by salt water. Elizabeth leaned over the edge of the railings, staring down at the great blue, before something moved in her vision, a piece of crudely ripped wood floated away from them, carrying two people on it.
"Look!" she exclaimed, "There are people on the piece of wood!" Several men came rushing to where she was currently standing, they all stared in the direction in which she pointed her finger.
"MAN OVERBOARD!" One of the men yelled from beside her; James Norrington was a dashing young man, Royal Navy to the core. The rest of the men got to work once he yells once more, "FETCH A HOOK! HAUL THEM OUT OF THERE!"
The crew worked together, bringing both children aboard the Dauntless. Elizabeth and her father both rushed to the front of the group, wanting to see the people their crew had just saved. The first person that caught their eyes was a rather young male who was dressed in a rather nice outfit, of course it wasn't better than the Swann's but it was still good for someone who had just come from the ocean, his dark hair was wet and stuck to his face, he had a splash of freckles on his nose which made Elizabeth blush. Weatherby, Elizabeth's father, had already moved onto the second person a young lady who had hip-length black hair, full lips, rosy cheeks, she wore a slim dress that clung to her growing features.
'The girl would have to beat men off with a stick in the future.' Weatherby thought with a chuckle.
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Harimilla Swann woke up with a gasp, her heart pounded against her chest as an overwhelming sense of fear overcame her; she had that same nightmare again, the one where her ears were filled with maniacal laughter, where her vision was filled with a sickly, poisonous green, where her forehead, the only thing marred with something, suddenly burst into a burning pain that left her screaming as she awoke. Sometimes Hari, as she was called, could stop the scream, it sometimes came out in a wild gasp, but other times she knew that she screamed, back arching off the bed in pain, blood boiling under her skin while her sister and father looked on with concern.
The two had learned years ago that they should never try to awaken her when she was in her 'screaming state', the last time they had tried they had just frightened Hari more, to the point where she started to attack them as she feared for her life. Both Weatherby and Elizabeth had scars from where they had been clawed at by Hari's fear, it was then that both decided to just leave her be whenever she was scared. The problem was, the other Swanns decided, was her fear of them abandoning her for reacting from her nightmares, they noticed she had problems with the word freak and boy.
"Harimilla, are you decent?" A voice called out, distracting Hari from her thoughts. The emerald eyed girl jumped up as her adoptive father continued to knock on the door, asking if she was awake, she quickly grabbed a nightgown, shrugging it on as she walked towards her bedroom door.
"Harimi- Oh! You are awake, good, good, you have to get ready for the ceremony today." He walks into the room, carrying a box which has been wrapped carefully.
"Ceremony?" The young woman asked, she knew they had ceremonies when a person of high ranking becomes an even higher rank but she usually had them marked down on a calendar or some kind of notebook; Hari only did this because she wanted to avoid the events, her adoptive father must've figured her out because he had a satisfied look upon him.
"Captain Norrington's promotion ceremony." He answered as he handed the seventeen-year-old the present, he watched as she opened it, knowing that she wouldn't like whatever was in it and would probably only wear it once.
"Oh, dad, you shouldn't have." And she meant it, he really shouldn't have wasted money on something she would wear only once. Hari knew he was trying to make her more feminine but at the same time, she knew that he knew it was a lost cause.
"Its okay, yours was a lot less expensive than your sister's." He tried to reassure her but Hari knew otherwise. Elizabeth and Hari's father tried to make them both happy, to not let one feel less superior than the other, to not spoil on more than the other. Hari, by knowing this, knew that their dresses cost the same.
"Don't you lie to me," she told him, shaking her finger at him angrily. Hari turned away from him, walking behind a screen, followed by one of the maids that lived in the house. She pulled off her nightgown and nightie, putting them on the screen before she got help changing into the outfit her father bought her, corset and all.
"It's quite tight..." Hari struggled to tell him as the corset was tightened once more, the maid, Sophia, apologized quietly as she continued to tighten the clothing.
"It's the latest fashion!" He replied, not quite understanding what she was upset about.
"The latest fashion is currently killing me," She replied under her breath as she walked out from behind the screen; the emerald dress clung to her hips and chest before expanding outward at her waist, her hair was loose and fell in soft waves down her back.
"Oh my, Harimilla, you look wonderful. Come, we must join your sister." The older male walked towards the door before opening it, showing that Elizabeth had been patiently waiting outside for her father and adoptive sister.
"Elizabeth you look wonderful!" Hari stated as she stared at her sister before her, the eldest daughter of Weatherby Swann wore the same dress as the youngest did, however, it had some slight differences to match her coloring and current stature. Elizabeth's dress was a golden brown which clung to her hips and chest much like Hari's did, her hair was pulled up with a small amount of curled hair hanging down, on top of all that she wore a bonnet which matched the coloring of her dress.
"Thank you, you look just as gorgeous." Elizabeth complimented as she took in her sister's looks.
"You both look darling; come along, we must be going now." Their father placed his hands on their backs, leading them to the stairs at the front of the house where they find a friend, apprentice of the resident blacksmith, waiting for them.
"Will!" Elizabeth rushed down the stairs, cutting off her father's attempt at conversation with the young man, "I had a dream about you last night… About the day we met, do you remember?" She continued, speaking quickly as she went to hug her childhood friend.
"How could I ever forget?" They continued to stare at each other, love obvious in their eyes until Elizabeth's father interrupts the moment by faking a loud cough.
"Mr. Turner, what brings you here today?" The older man asked once his eldest daughter had moved away from the blacksmith apprentice.
"I'm just here to deliver this," He presented a plain black, rectangular box, opening the clasps before opening the lid. Two gasps of awe sounded throughout the entry room, both Elizabeth and Weatherby stared at the sword, marveling over its brilliance and beauty; the elder man picked it up, testing its balance and speed before putting it back in its casing.
"Its good, balanced and swift. My compliments to the blacksmith." Will's eyes lit up with every compliment before slightly dimming when he realized the Governor thought that it was the other blacksmith, the supposed master, who made the sword.
"Yes, well, anything for the newest Commodore." The younger man said sarcastically as he left the case with the older male and his family, he stood still as they walked past him, ready to move to the destination the ceremony was taking place.
As she passed Will, Hari winked at him, letting him know that she knew that it was him who had created the beautiful sword and not the supposed master. The young man smiled at her gratefully, happy to know that someone had known it was him who had worked day and night to build the masterpiece that sat hidden in a case.
The Governor and his daughters sat inside the carriage, being careful to not ruin their latest fashion outfits; both Elizabeth and Hari were squirming, they found it difficult to breathe.