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Pirates of the Caribbean: The True Black Pearl
Chapter 1: The Beginning
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Disclaimer: I know this is pointless as I have it on the first page, but I don't own Pirates of the Caribbean. The only thing that I own here is the future characters of Roxanne Tarisse and the crew of the Eclipse plus some randomized characters that appear now an again... And if you don't believe me, I'll sick my budgies on you!
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Elizabeth's eyes opened slowly, blinking several times before she was reminded where she was. Yes, it was still a room in her home, the governor's home of Port Royal where she had lived most of her life, though it was a different room- a larger room, for she wasn't alone anymore. Elizabeth had been married a week ago from that day. She was no longer Elizabeth Swann, yet something very different. She smiled to herself, hugging her sheets closer at the thought.
"Mrs. Elizabeth Turner…" She whispered as she flipped from her back to her side, facing the end of the bed and the rest of the room. Elizabeth Turner... the name she had given to the cursed pirates of the Black Pearl after what seemed ages and was in reality just a few months. She hadn't heard of any pirate activity since that fateful day she had been brought back to Port Royal, nor had she heard of Jack Sparrow. Part of her was grateful for it, though. It meant that he wasn't getting into too much trouble; it meant that she wouldn't have to worry about Will having to think about risking his life for pirates any time soon. And since Commodore Norrington had returned from his chase with the Black Pearl without a word spoken of either pride or defeat, she assumed the better for the pirate crew.
Life was good.
Morning light strayed through the curtains in dulled streams- the only source of light in the room so early in the day, but it was defiantly enough. The earliness of the light cast long shadows of just about anything. It seems like it's going to be a good day, Elizabeth though, as the dawn chorus met her ears. And yet... even the best of days can end up in horrors and adventures beyond one's wildest dreams.
Elizabeth felt a shift on the other side of her bed, soon after having an arm wrap around her waist, pulling her back against a warm figure. Shifting enough to take a glance beside her, her lips curled into a smile as her eyes met those of Will Turner's. She was always happier whenever she could just see his face.
"Good morning." He said, leaning over to kiss her neck. Elizabeth's lips curled into a grin, her eyes sliding shut.
"Good morning." She said in response, but nothing else. It was wonderful that the two could just be in each others company to have a conversation, but not have to say anything at all. It seemed awkward, but it was the truth.
After the moment of their silence, a sharp knocking came to the door, causing the couple to jerk slightly in reaction. "Wait just a second!" Elizabeth called, pushing herself to sit up upon receiving another light kiss from her lover. She slid out of bed to allow her feet to touch the chilled wooden floor before taking over to a chair, where a house coat lay resting on the back. Quickly, Elizabeth wrapped it around her shoulders before taking a glance back at her husband, who sat on the edge of the bed in suitable enough wear for this meeting, and so nodded. She turned her attention to the door, nose raised in slight arrogance.
"Come in!" She said, and with that she walked calmly to her lover's side, standing there, resisting the urge to play with his hair. Seconds later, the door swung open upon the creek of hinges, revealing the form of a young woman- the maid- her hair held back in a bun, dressed in her regular clothing.
"Good morning, milady. A fine day to you too as well, sir." She greeted, entering hastily as Elizabeth nodded in approval that she enter. In her arms, the maid carried a bundle consisting of various materials and colours including almost metallic golds, reds, beiges and greens. "Your father insists you two go to tea with Commodore Norrington and his new wife, Mary Morgan Norrington." Elizabeth cringed, not at the thought of attending the meeting, but the fact the Commodore had married off at such a quick pace after as she had refused him. There were rumors circulating that the two had been betrothed since the girl's childhood and he had only attempted to marry her to gain release from it- but rumors can just be rumors... Not that it really bothered her that she had to worry about him ogling her, anymore... without earning a good smack upside the head, anyway.
Not that it bothered her at the slightest that he was married to this 'Mary Morgan' and not her, it was just the fact that her father was going to have her married to him... the man who had shown such affection for her had run off with someone else afterwards. Oh well, it was better this way. Now she was married to the man she truly loved and would be and was truly happy with. Elizabeth turned to Will for a slight second before turning back to the maid.
"We will go, then." Will said in response, blinking rather rapidly. He seemed to still be dazed at this early hour. Realizing her own fatigue, Elizabeth yawned as if on queue to the maid's movements as she started towards the bed, laying out the clothing she was to be wearing before glancing up at the couple again.
"Now Mr. Turner, do you have anything to wear for this occasion? Or should we have something tailored for you?" She asked. Will's brow rose slightly with a blink. He hadn't been in the family for all that long and was still growing accustom to the... advantages of having more money to spend then most common folk. After quite some hesitation, he shook his head.
"No… it's quite alright. I think I have something suitable." He said with a firm nod. Elizabeth smiled lightly as the maid nodded to her before taking her leave, shutting the door behind her with a click. Will rose from his seat, starting off to the drawers of his clothing, rummaging through them carefully as Elizabeth stepped up towards her dresser, eyeing her reflection in the mirror before taking hold of a brush and pull it gently through her hair. After a few strokes, she tilted her head the opposite way from before, turning about to go over her new outfit attentively. There was the dress, golden in base colour and patterned with the greenest of vines and reddest of roses. The collar of the dress would indeed be showing of some chest, but that seemed to be the style nowadays. The rim of the dress and collar were dressed with white lace, and the same material was flowing from the ends of the sleeves. Elizabeth sighed dreamily. It was absolutely gorgeous!
But then something caught her eye among the accessories that caused her eye to twitch. It was a corset.
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"Na na na, na na na, na na... and really bad eggs... Drink up, me 'earties, yo ho..."
The dark eyes- rimmed in kohl- of a familiar pirate moved along the horizon of a nearby coast actively, as they usually did. He was dressed in an overlarge white shirt, a black vest, and several straps which held many random things including a pistol and sword. With a single, lazy movement of a hand he pushed several strands of his shoulder-length, beaded, dreadlock hair back, though it didn't do much good under the weight of his tricorn hat. His fingers drummed the railing of the Black Pearl several times before leaning his body weight onto his arms; a slight clank was heard as the hilt of his sword brushed with the wood as he did so. The pirate hadn't changed much since we last met him, and there was still one thing for sure...
"Ye know, 'tis bad luck to sing that old song aboard a vessel."
"Only when the lyrics are sung properly, mate." He said in reply, not turning the course of his attention.
"Lovely sight ain't it? Port Royal... hasn't changed a bit since me last visit... The crew says we're to be makin' our destination on the hour. We'll be weighin' anchor just around the bay so we won't be spotted and head ashore on the man boats- disguised of course- Savvy Cap'n?" A larger man with thick sideburns informed him, taking to the man's side with heavy clunks of his boots. The Captain's weight shifted from his left foot to his right, as did the attention of his eyes to look over the man.
"Savvy," He agreed calmly in a familiar drunken lisp, "And aye, ye can say that again, Gibbs. Port Royal ain't one a those places that changes much over time." He turned back to the approaching island and bay. "But I must say, I not be lookin' forward to this visit…" His reply was wistful, defiantly not as bright as a regular day would allow him. Gibbs frowned, tilting his head very slightly.
"What be the chances that he'll turn us down? He's a good man, good pirate just like old Bootstrap…"
"That's not the thing that worries me, man." The Captain said slightly rougher then before, turning to face his company fully. "It's where we're goin' after the matter that does..." Gibbs' brow furrowed, not quite understanding what the Captain meant by that.
"Why would ye- Captain Jack Sparrow o' the Black Pearl- be worried of a simple raid in Drorewan? Ye pointed out the difficulties before, and therefore we agreed to request Will to come with us. What could go wrong?" He asked in almost an accusing tone. Jack passed his first mate a stern look before glancing back to the nearing Port Royal.
"It's not just a simple raid, as I've told ye before, plus..." He paused to tilt his head, "Since when has anything gone exactly to plan in Drorewan?"
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Please R&R!
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