Disclaimer: Nope, still don't own any of 'em. None. None of the characters for me. Darn.

A/N: Please review if you enjoy it. Or if you don't, it would be appreciated too.

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11 years later...

Despite the dark, dreary covering of fog surrounding and encompassing the docks, two brown eyes shone brightly. When many of the people standing before the ship were sorrowful, terrified or even bored at the prospect of traveling to the Caribbean on this ship, Elizabeth Swan was elated. The ten- year-old could think of nothing more exciting than leaving to a new home, an especially warmer home and she had been told that there might even be pirates! Pirates! Imagine that. Elizabeth's stomach jumped at the idea that both excited and scared her. To anyone who glanced at the girl she may have seemed nervous or grieved at having to leave her home but to someone who looked at her closely, that spark in her deep brown eyes would be unmistakable. To Elizabeth, this was an adventure of a lifetime. Looking up at the ship, she became curious of this vessel that would bring her to her new life and wanted desperately to investigate it further. Slowly and carefully, as not to be caught, Elizabeth edged towards the ship and stared down into the murky water lapping slowly at the sides of it.

"Elizabeth!" she heard someone shout loudly, as strong hands grabbed her from behind, almost making her fall into the water she was so entranced by. Turning around slowly, sore that she'd been caught, Elizabeth looked up and was immediately chastised by the eyes of her father staring down at her. "Elizabeth! How many times have I told you to stay away from the water? You could have fallen in!" The small girl put her chin to her chest, hurt by the harsh rebuke her father had provided. Quickly though, she brought her head back up and stared her father straight in the eyes.

"But father," she spoke sweetly, "how am I to stay away from the water if I am to be surrounded by it until we reach the Caribbean?" Although it appeared an innocent question asked by a curious child, Elizabeth knew she had hit the right button when her father sighed and began to walk away. Contented that her escape from punishment had been successful, Elizabeth sat back down on the dock and trailed her fingers in the water lightly. She began softly singing the song her mother had once taught her.

"We extort, we pilfer, we filch and sack drink up me hearties, yo ho! Maraud and embezzle and even high jack, drink up me hearties yo ho!" Once again, the child's mind turned to pirates. What would they be like? Would she actually meet one? Did they actually have flags with skulls and crossbones on them? Looking down into the chilling water Elizabeth almost swore that she could see the shining gold left by pirates, sunk to the bottom of the ocean along with the ship and crew never to be seen again. In her mind's eye, Elizabeth saw the skeletons clutching their treasure, surrounded by the ship that had proved their demise.

The thought proved too chilling for the ten-year-old and she shivered slightly under her cloak. The cloak that her mother had made for her, out of a beautiful purple velvet for her third birthday. It had been fixed, mended and added on to many times since then, but Elizabeth still considered it her mother's work. Her mother, Amelia, had died a few weeks after Elizabeth had turned three and she had barely any memory of her save a soft kiss on the forehead before she would fall asleep every night. Elizabeth softly touched that spot on her forehead, imagining it was her mother instead of her own hand.

"Mr. Gibbs, take Amelia's chest and" At the sound of her mother's name being spoken, Elizabeth turned around to see what exactly was going on. Her father was handing Mr. Gibbs, one of the crew, a small cherry wood chest with her mother's family crest carved into it. She heard her father continue what he had been saying just a moment before. "and...get rid of it. I do not care how and frankly, I do not want to know. Just see that it does not follow us to Port Royale." Elizabeth knew that her father was not being cruel when he said this. He had loved his wife, and it was evident by the pain in his eyes upon handing over something she had once touched and possessed.

Clearing his head of all sentimental feelings, her father walked over to her slowly and reached down for her hand. "Elizabeth, it is time to go. Say good bye to England." Her little hand clasped strongly in his, they walked up onto the ship, and looked in awe at the last dry land they would touch for quite some time. Suddenly, the child felt nervous and scared, not like she had moments ago. Now she was not a soul seeking adventure or pirates or gold. She was just a child, wanting her mother, sad and alone. She knew that she was leaving her home and it was unlikely that she would return for a long, long time.

But for now, Elizabeth resigned herself to grasping the inside of her cloak for comfort, being as her father had already left her to perform his other duties. She watched with unshed tears in her dark eyes as her home and all final memory of her mother drifted away behind them. Looking once again into the water, she did not see the gold or the dead pirates she had seen before; she only saw dark and un-welcoming water. Sniffling, she turned to face the horizon and decided to leave all that nonsense behind her. Elizabeth did not know what the future would hold, but she felt something unmistakable in the air. And as she smelled the salt breeze, Elizabeth Swan felt her heart begin to beat faster.

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Hope you're liking this story, cause it's going to get a lot more interesting and the focus is going to slip to a character that doesn't often get the main story. You'll just have to wait and see won't you?