Well, since I'm completely bored, I'm writing more! w00t! I think I just might have to do somefink about Barbossa's apple fetish. Yesh. But not this time, later; when I can think of something good.
Disclaimer: I think you'd know what I own by now…ABSOLUTELY NOTHIN'!
A/N: This is about Elizabeth. Not much I like about her…so keep that in mind. And, this is set after everyone arrives in Port Royal, mainly about Elizabeth's pirate fetish.
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Elizabeth sat quietly in her bedroom, examining the pirate medallion she took from Will. He's a pirate, she thought. A pirate.
She had never seen a pirate before, though she had decided Will looked nothing like a pirate should. A pirate should have grubby old clothes, filthy hair, and a hard, cruel face; Will looked nothing like this. He didn't act like a pirate, nor did he speak like one. Therefore, he couldn't be a pirate.
Elizabeth turned the medallion over in her hands. She wouldn't tell anyone about it. Will was a nice boy, and he didn't deserve to be punished for simply having a medallion. He could have found it anywhere. Yes, that was it. He found it. He wasn't a pirate.
The medallion glimmered in the candlelight, the skull taunting her thoughts. She closed her hand around it and walked over to the dresser. She opened the top drawer and pulled up the fitted bottom. There she placed the medallion, and there it would stay for eight long years.
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Yes, alright. Next one will be funny, I think. I better work on my other fic, I feel it's being neglected.