Part I
Elizabeth Swann-Turner stood on her balcony looking out across the blue ocean. She was going to be out there again soon- only days from now. Mrs. Turner's features softened and her brown eyes twinkled at the memory of the few days she was at sea previously.
Although her expedition wasn't the most pleasant of her previous trips, the short time had given her an even stronger love for the water. Daughter of the Governor in Port Royal, she had definitely been on her share of ships- it was the only means of transportation- through the English Straight by ship. But she had never been on a pirate's ship.
Which is exactly where she had been only a few months earlier- kidnapped- as she was in possession of the last piece of a treasure that could break a curse on the Black Pearl- the pirate's ship. And during the few days that she was aboard that ship, Elizabeth had been exposed to far too much death, crime, and crude behavior than she had ever expected to see.
A few positive things happened to Elizabeth on her voyage, though. She learned more self-defense than could ever be expected of a normal governor's daughter would, and had realized and pursued her true love. William Turner- a blacksmith's assistant and unbeknownst to him until his love's capture- half-pirate.
And now, after declining a proposal from the commodore of Port Royal and accepting Will's, she was married and getting ready for her post-marriage voyage on William's very own ship. A honeymoon.
Only one thing nagged on her mind, surfacing at the most bizarre of times; the fate of Captain Jack Sparrow. The Commodore Norrington had claimed he would give Jack Sparrow a day's head start before pursuing him. But only 4 and-a-half hours later, an entire fleet of the King's Navy was off to get the Captain. When the men returned, no one so much as breathed a word of whether Jack was dead or alive.
Elizabeth smiled to herself and looked up to the sky for a moment. There was no way the Captain would let himself be captured after so recently getting his beloved ship back. Her eyes snapped back down to the gates outside her house when she heard marching. The Army was marching to her front door, in two straight lines. Wondering what could cause the troops to come to her house, Elizabeth walked out of her room and made her way down the staircase.
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Anita's mouth twitched at the left corner and her eyes wandered over the house in front of her. It was no less than a castle, especially compared to her previous home- a farmhouse with a small barn and stable out back. This was a mansion- with the ocean out back.
The lines of soldiers bearing coats so bright that the sun on them made her eyes hurt led her straight up to the door. Anita was half disappointed to see that there was no moat. The soldier beside her raised his hand and knocked on the door three short times. Soon after the soldier's hand was back at his side, the over sized door swung open and an excited maid smiled out at them.
"Top 'o the day to ya sirs, ma'am." She said in her gentle voice. "We've been awaiting you." She stepped aside and one guard led Anita in, then left. "Hello, ma'am." She said then sent for the Governor.
Anita stood alone in the foyer looking around her new 'home'. "Ah Anita, my dear!" She heard and looked up to where the Governor was descending the staircase, a pretty blonde behind him. "We've been so eager to see you!."
"Father, what is this?" Elizabeth said, coming to a stop next to him.
Anita looked at the younger girl, and could immediately sense the snotty propriety radiating off of her.
"Oh Elizabeth, I must've forgotten in all of the commotion! This," He said, beaming over Anita as if she was a prize. "Is your cousin."
"Cousin?" Elizabeth asked incredulously, and looked over to the woman in front of her.
Elizabeth Swann-Turner stood on her balcony looking out across the blue ocean. She was going to be out there again soon- only days from now. Mrs. Turner's features softened and her brown eyes twinkled at the memory of the few days she was at sea previously.
Although her expedition wasn't the most pleasant of her previous trips, the short time had given her an even stronger love for the water. Daughter of the Governor in Port Royal, she had definitely been on her share of ships- it was the only means of transportation- through the English Straight by ship. But she had never been on a pirate's ship.
Which is exactly where she had been only a few months earlier- kidnapped- as she was in possession of the last piece of a treasure that could break a curse on the Black Pearl- the pirate's ship. And during the few days that she was aboard that ship, Elizabeth had been exposed to far too much death, crime, and crude behavior than she had ever expected to see.
A few positive things happened to Elizabeth on her voyage, though. She learned more self-defense than could ever be expected of a normal governor's daughter would, and had realized and pursued her true love. William Turner- a blacksmith's assistant and unbeknownst to him until his love's capture- half-pirate.
And now, after declining a proposal from the commodore of Port Royal and accepting Will's, she was married and getting ready for her post-marriage voyage on William's very own ship. A honeymoon.
Only one thing nagged on her mind, surfacing at the most bizarre of times; the fate of Captain Jack Sparrow. The Commodore Norrington had claimed he would give Jack Sparrow a day's head start before pursuing him. But only 4 and-a-half hours later, an entire fleet of the King's Navy was off to get the Captain. When the men returned, no one so much as breathed a word of whether Jack was dead or alive.
Elizabeth smiled to herself and looked up to the sky for a moment. There was no way the Captain would let himself be captured after so recently getting his beloved ship back. Her eyes snapped back down to the gates outside her house when she heard marching. The Army was marching to her front door, in two straight lines. Wondering what could cause the troops to come to her house, Elizabeth walked out of her room and made her way down the staircase.
~~~~~
Anita's mouth twitched at the left corner and her eyes wandered over the house in front of her. It was no less than a castle, especially compared to her previous home- a farmhouse with a small barn and stable out back. This was a mansion- with the ocean out back.
The lines of soldiers bearing coats so bright that the sun on them made her eyes hurt led her straight up to the door. Anita was half disappointed to see that there was no moat. The soldier beside her raised his hand and knocked on the door three short times. Soon after the soldier's hand was back at his side, the over sized door swung open and an excited maid smiled out at them.
"Top 'o the day to ya sirs, ma'am." She said in her gentle voice. "We've been awaiting you." She stepped aside and one guard led Anita in, then left. "Hello, ma'am." She said then sent for the Governor.
Anita stood alone in the foyer looking around her new 'home'. "Ah Anita, my dear!" She heard and looked up to where the Governor was descending the staircase, a pretty blonde behind him. "We've been so eager to see you!."
"Father, what is this?" Elizabeth said, coming to a stop next to him.
Anita looked at the younger girl, and could immediately sense the snotty propriety radiating off of her.
"Oh Elizabeth, I must've forgotten in all of the commotion! This," He said, beaming over Anita as if she was a prize. "Is your cousin."
"Cousin?" Elizabeth asked incredulously, and looked over to the woman in front of her.