DISCLAIMER: I do not own any of the Pirates of the Caribbean story or characters.
***NOTE: THIS WILL GET BETTER, I PROMISE! I'm just beginning with the same first part of the movie... it will change, don't worry!***
Okay, it's basically the same general story, but with few changes... ^_^. My own version of POTC. There's more stuff between Will and Elizabeth, and Jack Sparrow just might find a girl. The first chapter is pretty much the same thing as the movie, but mainly in a third-person P.O.V. Well, you'll see.. ^_^. Tell me how you like it!! Please R&R.
Chapter 2
Elizabeth awoke enveloped in the shadows of her bedroom, nearly screaming. What had happened wasn't a dream, but a childhood memory. Eight years ago… She knew that it had happened, but she didn't want to think about it at the time. Yet she felt her eyes creep towards the top drawer on her nightstand.
Her hand, as if by an unusual force, crawled over to the knob and opened it, revealing the ancient medallion. She sensed the same strange vibe that she had felt when she was a child. The minute she picked it up she felt it surge through her body. She felt herself shiver, but continued to rub the dust off of the golden necklace. Elizabeth suddenly looked out of the corner of her eye, feeling as if someone was watching her. She then lit the oil lamp that was sitting on her nightstand. The gold now shone brightly, glittering with a lust and desire that Elizabeth did not understand…
"Elizabeth," her father's footsteps were growing nearer. Elizabeth quickly fastened the necklace around her neck. The gold felt cold and heavy, as it did so long ago…
Suddenly he knocked at the door. "Elizabeth? Is everything all right? Are you decent?"
"Yes—Yes,"
Elizabeth threw a dressing gown over herself, tucking the medallion under it. She felt her pulse getting louder, as if her heart was beating through the medallion itself. Trying to ignore it, she called for her father to come in.
"Still abed at this hour? It's a beatuiful day," he said, in an unnaturally warm tone. A maid followed him in her bedroom, moving to the large window to open up the curtians. A bright string of sunshine was let through, gradually opening wider to reveal the brilliant light of the midday sun. Beneath the light heavenly blue sky lay the bucloic town of Port Royal. Built upon a beautiful harbor, ships could be seen sailing out into the sea. Fort Charles was built on a bluff at the mouth of the harbor, its stone parapets lined with cannon.
"I have a gift for you," he said as he opened a box containing a rich velvet dress.
"It's beautiful! May I inquire as to the occasion?" she gasped in admiration.
"Is an occasion necessary for a father to dote upon his daughter with gifts?"
Elizabeth smiled at her father as she took the beautiful gown and dissappeared behind a screened off dressing area. The maid followed, carrying the box. She thought this was very kind of her father, but secretly she knew there had to be some reason.
"Although… I did think you could wear it to the ceremony today,"
And there it was. Elizabeth sighed, knowing it was too good to be true. And she knew exactly who her father would expect to see her in that dress…
"Ceremony?"
"Captain Norrington's promotion ceremony,"
"I knew it…" she sighed again as she continued to dress.
"Or rather, Commodore Norrington… a fine gentleman, don't you think?"
Silence.
"He fancies you, you know,"
Still silence. He heard a sudden gasp from Elizabeth, as if in pain.
"Elizabeth? How's it coming?"
"Difficult… to say…"
"I'm told it's the latest fashion in London,"
Elizabeth tried desperately to speak, catching breaths between her words,
"Women… in London… must have learned… not to breathe…"
Instantaneously, the butler appeared in the doorway.
"Governor, a caller is here for you,"
Will Turner polished the finishing touches on his new finely designed sword. Carefully, as if cradling a child in his hands, he let the sword down into its presentation case. He sighed as he wiped the dirt off his face, realizing it was five 'till the hour.
He had made this sword by hand, and with the best effort he could give. This was for the Governor… Governor Swan. He was not only the man of the most nobility in the town of Port Royal, but he was also the man that had saved his life…
Will didn't remember much of his childhood… in fact, he didn't recall anything before the wreck. All he remembered was waking up to find a beautiful young girl staring into his eyes… Elizabeth. She was still beautiful, but with more of a heavenly complexion and a more finely curved figure; and those eyes! Her eyes reflect the sunlight, making the color change from a dark, hazy hue to a bright amber… shining like the lust of gold…
Gold… gold… why did he desire it so? Was it working as a blacksmith? Did all of his being around precious metals drive him insane? He didn't know, but it almost felt like instinct… it was a strange feeling… he must have it; he must have her.
What was he thinking? How could such a fair lady of nobility love him? A blacksmith… oh, a fine choice for the daughter of the Governor. No, she deserved much better than him. But he still loved her with such an unexplainable burning passion, nonetheless.
Norrington. Now that was someone he knew she didn't deserve. Only because he is now being appointed Commodore doesn't mean that he has to randomly propose to her. He knew he was going to ask her, at the ceremony today… he just knew it. Will reminded himself that Norrington was actually the one who rescued him; he should be thankful and give him outmost respect. For some reason, however, he just couldn't bring himself to do it.
Suddenly he snapped out of his thoughts, his eyes shifted over to the clock…
"No!"
Will rushed to get dressed in proper wardrobe as he wiped more of the dirt off his face. How could he have been daydreaming at a time like this? He had to present it to the Governor of Port Royal… and Elizabeth! What if she saw him? What if her father wasn't pleased with him? He knew he couldn't risk the Governor being unhappy, especially combined with the fact that he loved his daughter!
He finally finished, quickly straightening the collar of his shirt and smoothing back his hair. Will grabbed the sword case and made his way out of there, glancing at Mr. Brown. He was collapsed upon a wooden chair, cradling a bottle of rum in his hand. Will shook his head at the pitiful sight of his master as he closed the door of the forge behind him.
It was short, I know... ^_^. The third chapter should be a bit more interesting...!
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