AN: Wow... it's like night of the rewriting the chapters... or something... iunno... but here you
go... edited... have fun :)
A/N: My apologies, in my fervor to quickly post the first chapter, I forgot to acknowledge my
favorite editor Lauren. Heart you, sorry, better late than never, eh? :D
Also, I totally agree w/ everyone who caught it, present tense is yucky... .
A/N: If you haven't wrote a fic and posted it, you don't know how good it feels to get feedback.
It makes me excited to write more. I know it's been a little bit since I've updated but it's been
insanity around here. The second my muse became coherent I've been bombarded with work. A
paper, lots of homework, several quizzes/tests. Rotten luck!
Little background on this, this was written/edited mostly during the hours of 7pm and 4 am. It's
bein' posted at 3am. Not an excuse, just... well yea.. An excuse, hehe. Any problems, blame it on
my muse, he made me do it. :D
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Feedback fun:
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see it. I hate spoilers, yet I love them at the same time. *sighs* I'm sick, I know. Hehe.
Aset,California Mountain girl, Blue Jewel, MoonBroken Chaos, Leela_Seevateem,
Swords_Babe, Mrs. Turner: Thank you for reviewing! Glad y'all liked it.
JessieRose: Thank you. Hope you like the update. I know I'm pretty proud of it.
raininginnewyork, Erinya: Thank you for reviewing, love your stories. (Everyone who reads this
chapter and enjoys it, these two authors are on MY favorite authors lists. Read their stories too,
totally enthralling)
u-ne-corn: I totally agree... once I read the chapter over again, It was like scraping nails on a
chalkboard w/ the present tense. *makes mental note NEVER to do that again...*
On with the chapter!
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Chapter 2: Stolen
The next day Elizabeth woke up early, bursting with energy. One of her servant girls,
Becky, knocked lightly on the door.
"Miss, are you awake yet?"
Elizabeth jumped up, ready to start the day. She let Becky in, followed by another maid
who helped her as she quickly tightened Elizabeth's corset. She felt uncomfortable in them, but
they were necessary for a woman of her station. Two of the servant girls helped her into her
favorite blue dress. She descended the stairs humming a lilting melody. She sat down at the table,
at that time acknowledging her fathers presence. She was in a hurry to see Will, so she quickly
ate. Her father looked at her most curiously.
"Elizabeth, how do you plan to spend the day?"
"I'm supposed to be meeting Will in front of the Blacksmith shop and we are going to
have lunch down on the beach."
She began humming the same happy tune unconsciously at the thought. He sighed, smiling. He
could remember when he was young, foolishly head over heels in love with Elizabeth's mother.
"Well, I'm going up to the fort for some important business, " he said smoothly.
She giggled, "Father, it is always important business."
"Of course it is," he said putting on a serious face, "I take my job quite seriously," he said matter-
of-factly.
Elizabeth, sensing the slight curtness in his voice figured it was time to make her escape.
She rose from the table, as did her father. She curtsied slightly, walked over and gave him a small
peck on the cheek. She waved as she made her way out the door.
"Good day, father. I shall be back before sunset."
"Wait...," started the governor anxiously, afraid she had already taken off in the carriage. He
moved quickly to the door and motioned for one of the guards posted to follow Elizabeth.
She had not give him time to respond. She quickly left the house and while boarding her
coach, motioned to the driver to depart. After a few moments, she realized they had not left the
house. Just as she was about to step outside to see what was amiss, someone was boarding the
carriage. She had been followed by an armed escort. Elizabeth was not happy with having
personal bodyguards. Though she was good to comply with her father's wishes. Soon after that
had returned from Elizabeth's horrible ordeal, he had seen that at least one soldier was guarding
his daughter at all times.
*I will not have you abducted again by some filthy vermin. Now, I do not want to hear
any foolish argument to the contrary.*
With that, Elizabeth had known her father meant business. So, she had been forced to make
due with, for most of the time, only one distraction following her every move.
The trip down to town was deathly silent. Elizabeth refused to speak to the soldier. She cared
not that he was "only following orders" as he always put it. Once they were outside the
blacksmith shop, she bid her driver goodbye. She walked quickly to the blacksmith shop as the
soldier made arrangements with the driver to meet them later that evening at the same spot.
She knocked lightly on the door. No one answered at first. Just as she was beginning to
worry, the door burst open and a man came running out, knocking her and her guard to the
ground.
"Stop him!" yelled someone from inside.
The guard quickly recovered, jumped to his feet and raced after the hooded man.
Elizabeth tried awkwardly to stand, but her corset proved to be much more trouble than she felt
the occasion merited. A hand came down in front of her face, and she glanced up to see a
handsome man staring at her, love pooled deeply in his eyes. His dark brown, shoulder-length
hair tied neatly into a bundle at the back of his neck. Young Will Turner stood over her. She
smiled, taking his hand, he pulled her gently to her feet. She clung to him, the fear of what had
just happened coming back to her in a rush.
"I thought you'd never arrive," he said, smiling deeply into her hair.
Elizabeth pulled back slightly and looked behind her, then back at Will.
"Who was that?! What just happened?"
He smiled knowingly, "Thought you said you wanted to ditch the guard for one day..."
At first she didn't understand. As realization dawned on her, she felt both a little upset
and excited all at once.
"You set that up! Who was that, and do you realize how much trouble they will be in
when that soldier catches him?!"
Will realized how upset she was and quickly explained.
"Just a local boy. It won't be any harm. They will catch him. He'll explain that he did
absolutely nothing wrong," Elizabeth looked down at her feet, distressed, Will continued,
"They'll call me in to verify. At which time I will..." He placed his hand under her chin and
gently pulled it to where he was staring into her emerald eyes. "..tell them nothing was the
matter, false alarm. No harm will come to the boy, I promise."
She sighed, still not wanting to see the innocent soul thrown in jail.
"I still do not understand," she sighed, "We are to be married soon. The guards will not
follow me around the rest of my life..." She let herself trail off, realizing she wasn't really mad,
just worried what her father would say when he found out what had happened.
She looked up at him and he transformed before her eyes into the scared little boy she had
met so many years ago on the voyage from England. He looked like someone had just kicked
his puppy. (AN: I'm sorry... I couldn't help but add the puppy line. Ignore it if you wish) She
smiled, understanding that the whole situation was for them, so they could share some time
alone. She brushed her palm across his cheek. He looked up, a wounded look in his eyes.
"It's okay," she whispered rather breathily, letting a small grin begin to grace her lips, "I'm not
mad. Just worried about what is going to happen when father realizes I'm unguarded," she added
her face becoming slightly more serious, "and we're unsupervised."
Will in turn smiled warmly, which quickly turned into a wicked grin.
"What Daddy doesn't know..." he let the sentence trail off as he leaned into the building, as she
stood on tip-toes to see what he was doing. He grabbed a small closed basket. He gentle grabbed
her wrist, a playful look in his eye as he yelled out, "Let's go!"
With that they took off running, Elizabeth clutching her hat which so desperately wanted
to fly off from on top of her head. She squealed with delight.
*We're acting like a couple of children,* she mused, unable to mask her delight in the
situation.
As they neared the beach they began to slow down. *I hope the rest of our life together is just
as exciting.* she thought happily.
They stopped near the beach, not far off from the tree line. Will began setting up their
lunch. She took in a deep breath, letting the crisp air fill her lungs. Gently expelling it, she felt
content with the calm it brought her. Her nose crinkled in thought.
*When had the ocean become such a calming influence,* she thought, completely
puzzled. She could remember the first time she had been on the water since her initial trip from
England. She had been completely terrified. At that time, she was a captive of the dreaded Black
Pearl. Elizabeth remembered letting her knowledge, from the pirate books she had read, take over
when Will, herself, and the rest of the crew aboard the Interceptor were being mercilessly
pursued by Barbossa and the Black Pearl. Though the whole time she was terrified, instinct had
taken over. Her finally voyage back from the Isle de Muerta was aboard the H.M.S. Dauntless,
and, while being safe, she decided through luck or pure exhaustion she had slept the whole
journey home. She figured it would be best to watch the ships from afar for a while, and had
done so. Their honeymoon would be the first trip away from Port Royal since the horrible
kidnaping ordeal.
Will was now safe and sound, and she had one man to thank for that. Her mind wandered
to the times Jack Sparrow had helped her save Will. "Captain Jack Sparrow," her mind chided
her, her face breaking into a half grin on remembering how he'd been fit to reminding her every
time she forgot to add the aforementioned title. She understood though, she had done the same
every time he had let "Elizabeth" grace his lips. He talked about the Black Pearl like it was his
faithful companion, keeping him free from restraint of law or responsibility other than his own.
She glanced over at Will, who was busily situating their picnic out on a blanket. She was
extremely grateful to the gentleman pirate who had helped her on several occassions during the
desperate experience. It was Captain Sparrow who had tried to help her convince the commodore
to return to Isle de Muerta, even though he had his own selfish reasons, he had not ignored her
desperation and seemed willing to help her save Will. She owed a lot to him. Though she had
been quite upset with him after he had practically killed her in Port Royal, but in hindsight she
could empathize with him. Knowing him to be quite the gentleman, she knew her life was not
really in danger. Jack would not harm a fly, save if his life was in mortal danger or if it was
hiding his rum. She smirked, despite herself, at his affinity for rum. Of course she knew of
pirates and their obsession with rum, but Jack's bordered on deep addiction. She looked over at
Will, who had, unbeknownst to her, been staring at her.
"I am the luckiest man alive..." he whispered to no one in particular.
All thoughts of Captain Sparrow were lost to feelings that overwhelmed Elizabeth when
she noticed Will staring at her. The look in his eye was not lost on Elizabeth for she felt it in
herself as well, and she leaned in closer. Will took her lead and they leaned in. He rubbed the
back of his fingers along her cheek causing her to close her eyes momentarily, while exhaling (a
breath she hadn't realized she had been holding) with desire, his hand snaking around, to grasp
her neck. Elizabeth's hand rested on his chest, the other supported her in the sand. Will closed
his eyes seconds before his lips locked with hers and he sighed, deepening their kiss.
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A man stood just off the beach hidden in the foliage. He played with his braided beard in
thought. He turned slightly and motioned to the three additional pirates behind him.
"We wait for the opportune moment," he whispered to the others, grinning evilly.
The others grinned maliciously back at him. He turned back to the sickening scene before him.
That boy was so whipped. Setting up a picnic on the beach for this "princess," his mind
spat, while she sits there staring at the ocean. He takes a quick glance at the ship waiting down
the shoreline.
*What a ninny,* he thought viciously, *I rather think I'm saving him from a lifetime of
this nonsense.*
The dirty pirate noticed the boy finish setting up and watched as he is just staring at this
girl. He obviously cared deeply for her. For a moment he almost felt a twinge of guilt. He
grinned, displaying several golden teeth,*Almost.*
They leaned in for a kiss, and the pirate took this as his cue. He pulls his pistol out of his
belt, motions to the others and they walked slowly out from their hiding spot. He couldn't believe
how easy this was turning out to be, they hadn't even noticed them coming up from behind her.
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Elizabeth was startled when cold steel touched her right temple. She quickly pulled away
from Will's kiss, his arms still draped around her protectively, and gasped when the pistol was
pressed harder into her skull.
"DON'T MOVE!"
Will looked up at the intruders. A horrible bald man with his goatee braided stood before
him. Three equally ugly pirates fanned out behind him pistols drawn. Will instinctively grabbed
for his sword.
"Ah, ah, ah!" the nasty pirate warned, twitching his finger for emphasis, "none of that now,
or the girl dies right here in your arms."
He quickly grabbed her around her throat, maneuvering the pistol to be placed at her temple,
and pulled her roughly to her feet as the other pirates hovered. The last pirate, after making sure
that things were going smoothly, ran to the ship to give directions to pick up the rest of the
kidnappers.
"You'll never get away with this. I will hunt you down and make you pay. If you even
think of touching her...," Will spat at the intruders. He looked at Elizabeth, imploring her to be
strong. She gasped audibly in the strong pirates grasp tightened around her quickly bruising
throat. The pirate laughed cruelly, cutting him off.
"Don't worry lad. I won't be laying an ungentlemanly hand on her... though the Captain might feel
so inclined to paw his property..." He emphasized the last bit, loving the torment he was wreaking
upon this poor sap.
At this Will looked, although extremely angered, slightly curious, but knew the thief was
done talking because three began drawing back towards the advancing ship, dragging Elizabeth
with them.
Will searched his confused mind for what to do next. Part of his brain was screaming,
*Do not just stand there! Follow them!* while still another part of his brain was telling him to
rush back to the fort and get help. The latter won the argument. Will realized that if he followed
they might shoot her or him and what good would that do them? He started backing up slowly,
but the pirates quickly stopped him with a yell.
"You are not to move until we're safely on board, boy! Unless you'd rather see your pretty little
lass killed right here!"
The pirate grasped her neck roughly. Elizabeth's choked breathing was what brought him
to stay still, seething, while they took off with his fiancé.
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Thank you soon much, my faithful readers. Once again, I'm sorry this took so long to make it
into your eager hands.
go... edited... have fun :)
A/N: My apologies, in my fervor to quickly post the first chapter, I forgot to acknowledge my
favorite editor Lauren. Heart you, sorry, better late than never, eh? :D
Also, I totally agree w/ everyone who caught it, present tense is yucky... .
A/N: If you haven't wrote a fic and posted it, you don't know how good it feels to get feedback.
It makes me excited to write more. I know it's been a little bit since I've updated but it's been
insanity around here. The second my muse became coherent I've been bombarded with work. A
paper, lots of homework, several quizzes/tests. Rotten luck!
Little background on this, this was written/edited mostly during the hours of 7pm and 4 am. It's
bein' posted at 3am. Not an excuse, just... well yea.. An excuse, hehe. Any problems, blame it on
my muse, he made me do it. :D
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Feedback fun:
orli*N*keira: No, I didn't get the idea for this storyline from any interview, but I would like to
see it. I hate spoilers, yet I love them at the same time. *sighs* I'm sick, I know. Hehe.
Aset,California Mountain girl, Blue Jewel, MoonBroken Chaos, Leela_Seevateem,
Swords_Babe, Mrs. Turner: Thank you for reviewing! Glad y'all liked it.
JessieRose: Thank you. Hope you like the update. I know I'm pretty proud of it.
raininginnewyork, Erinya: Thank you for reviewing, love your stories. (Everyone who reads this
chapter and enjoys it, these two authors are on MY favorite authors lists. Read their stories too,
totally enthralling)
u-ne-corn: I totally agree... once I read the chapter over again, It was like scraping nails on a
chalkboard w/ the present tense. *makes mental note NEVER to do that again...*
On with the chapter!
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Chapter 2: Stolen
The next day Elizabeth woke up early, bursting with energy. One of her servant girls,
Becky, knocked lightly on the door.
"Miss, are you awake yet?"
Elizabeth jumped up, ready to start the day. She let Becky in, followed by another maid
who helped her as she quickly tightened Elizabeth's corset. She felt uncomfortable in them, but
they were necessary for a woman of her station. Two of the servant girls helped her into her
favorite blue dress. She descended the stairs humming a lilting melody. She sat down at the table,
at that time acknowledging her fathers presence. She was in a hurry to see Will, so she quickly
ate. Her father looked at her most curiously.
"Elizabeth, how do you plan to spend the day?"
"I'm supposed to be meeting Will in front of the Blacksmith shop and we are going to
have lunch down on the beach."
She began humming the same happy tune unconsciously at the thought. He sighed, smiling. He
could remember when he was young, foolishly head over heels in love with Elizabeth's mother.
"Well, I'm going up to the fort for some important business, " he said smoothly.
She giggled, "Father, it is always important business."
"Of course it is," he said putting on a serious face, "I take my job quite seriously," he said matter-
of-factly.
Elizabeth, sensing the slight curtness in his voice figured it was time to make her escape.
She rose from the table, as did her father. She curtsied slightly, walked over and gave him a small
peck on the cheek. She waved as she made her way out the door.
"Good day, father. I shall be back before sunset."
"Wait...," started the governor anxiously, afraid she had already taken off in the carriage. He
moved quickly to the door and motioned for one of the guards posted to follow Elizabeth.
She had not give him time to respond. She quickly left the house and while boarding her
coach, motioned to the driver to depart. After a few moments, she realized they had not left the
house. Just as she was about to step outside to see what was amiss, someone was boarding the
carriage. She had been followed by an armed escort. Elizabeth was not happy with having
personal bodyguards. Though she was good to comply with her father's wishes. Soon after that
had returned from Elizabeth's horrible ordeal, he had seen that at least one soldier was guarding
his daughter at all times.
*I will not have you abducted again by some filthy vermin. Now, I do not want to hear
any foolish argument to the contrary.*
With that, Elizabeth had known her father meant business. So, she had been forced to make
due with, for most of the time, only one distraction following her every move.
The trip down to town was deathly silent. Elizabeth refused to speak to the soldier. She cared
not that he was "only following orders" as he always put it. Once they were outside the
blacksmith shop, she bid her driver goodbye. She walked quickly to the blacksmith shop as the
soldier made arrangements with the driver to meet them later that evening at the same spot.
She knocked lightly on the door. No one answered at first. Just as she was beginning to
worry, the door burst open and a man came running out, knocking her and her guard to the
ground.
"Stop him!" yelled someone from inside.
The guard quickly recovered, jumped to his feet and raced after the hooded man.
Elizabeth tried awkwardly to stand, but her corset proved to be much more trouble than she felt
the occasion merited. A hand came down in front of her face, and she glanced up to see a
handsome man staring at her, love pooled deeply in his eyes. His dark brown, shoulder-length
hair tied neatly into a bundle at the back of his neck. Young Will Turner stood over her. She
smiled, taking his hand, he pulled her gently to her feet. She clung to him, the fear of what had
just happened coming back to her in a rush.
"I thought you'd never arrive," he said, smiling deeply into her hair.
Elizabeth pulled back slightly and looked behind her, then back at Will.
"Who was that?! What just happened?"
He smiled knowingly, "Thought you said you wanted to ditch the guard for one day..."
At first she didn't understand. As realization dawned on her, she felt both a little upset
and excited all at once.
"You set that up! Who was that, and do you realize how much trouble they will be in
when that soldier catches him?!"
Will realized how upset she was and quickly explained.
"Just a local boy. It won't be any harm. They will catch him. He'll explain that he did
absolutely nothing wrong," Elizabeth looked down at her feet, distressed, Will continued,
"They'll call me in to verify. At which time I will..." He placed his hand under her chin and
gently pulled it to where he was staring into her emerald eyes. "..tell them nothing was the
matter, false alarm. No harm will come to the boy, I promise."
She sighed, still not wanting to see the innocent soul thrown in jail.
"I still do not understand," she sighed, "We are to be married soon. The guards will not
follow me around the rest of my life..." She let herself trail off, realizing she wasn't really mad,
just worried what her father would say when he found out what had happened.
She looked up at him and he transformed before her eyes into the scared little boy she had
met so many years ago on the voyage from England. He looked like someone had just kicked
his puppy. (AN: I'm sorry... I couldn't help but add the puppy line. Ignore it if you wish) She
smiled, understanding that the whole situation was for them, so they could share some time
alone. She brushed her palm across his cheek. He looked up, a wounded look in his eyes.
"It's okay," she whispered rather breathily, letting a small grin begin to grace her lips, "I'm not
mad. Just worried about what is going to happen when father realizes I'm unguarded," she added
her face becoming slightly more serious, "and we're unsupervised."
Will in turn smiled warmly, which quickly turned into a wicked grin.
"What Daddy doesn't know..." he let the sentence trail off as he leaned into the building, as she
stood on tip-toes to see what he was doing. He grabbed a small closed basket. He gentle grabbed
her wrist, a playful look in his eye as he yelled out, "Let's go!"
With that they took off running, Elizabeth clutching her hat which so desperately wanted
to fly off from on top of her head. She squealed with delight.
*We're acting like a couple of children,* she mused, unable to mask her delight in the
situation.
As they neared the beach they began to slow down. *I hope the rest of our life together is just
as exciting.* she thought happily.
They stopped near the beach, not far off from the tree line. Will began setting up their
lunch. She took in a deep breath, letting the crisp air fill her lungs. Gently expelling it, she felt
content with the calm it brought her. Her nose crinkled in thought.
*When had the ocean become such a calming influence,* she thought, completely
puzzled. She could remember the first time she had been on the water since her initial trip from
England. She had been completely terrified. At that time, she was a captive of the dreaded Black
Pearl. Elizabeth remembered letting her knowledge, from the pirate books she had read, take over
when Will, herself, and the rest of the crew aboard the Interceptor were being mercilessly
pursued by Barbossa and the Black Pearl. Though the whole time she was terrified, instinct had
taken over. Her finally voyage back from the Isle de Muerta was aboard the H.M.S. Dauntless,
and, while being safe, she decided through luck or pure exhaustion she had slept the whole
journey home. She figured it would be best to watch the ships from afar for a while, and had
done so. Their honeymoon would be the first trip away from Port Royal since the horrible
kidnaping ordeal.
Will was now safe and sound, and she had one man to thank for that. Her mind wandered
to the times Jack Sparrow had helped her save Will. "Captain Jack Sparrow," her mind chided
her, her face breaking into a half grin on remembering how he'd been fit to reminding her every
time she forgot to add the aforementioned title. She understood though, she had done the same
every time he had let "Elizabeth" grace his lips. He talked about the Black Pearl like it was his
faithful companion, keeping him free from restraint of law or responsibility other than his own.
She glanced over at Will, who was busily situating their picnic out on a blanket. She was
extremely grateful to the gentleman pirate who had helped her on several occassions during the
desperate experience. It was Captain Sparrow who had tried to help her convince the commodore
to return to Isle de Muerta, even though he had his own selfish reasons, he had not ignored her
desperation and seemed willing to help her save Will. She owed a lot to him. Though she had
been quite upset with him after he had practically killed her in Port Royal, but in hindsight she
could empathize with him. Knowing him to be quite the gentleman, she knew her life was not
really in danger. Jack would not harm a fly, save if his life was in mortal danger or if it was
hiding his rum. She smirked, despite herself, at his affinity for rum. Of course she knew of
pirates and their obsession with rum, but Jack's bordered on deep addiction. She looked over at
Will, who had, unbeknownst to her, been staring at her.
"I am the luckiest man alive..." he whispered to no one in particular.
All thoughts of Captain Sparrow were lost to feelings that overwhelmed Elizabeth when
she noticed Will staring at her. The look in his eye was not lost on Elizabeth for she felt it in
herself as well, and she leaned in closer. Will took her lead and they leaned in. He rubbed the
back of his fingers along her cheek causing her to close her eyes momentarily, while exhaling (a
breath she hadn't realized she had been holding) with desire, his hand snaking around, to grasp
her neck. Elizabeth's hand rested on his chest, the other supported her in the sand. Will closed
his eyes seconds before his lips locked with hers and he sighed, deepening their kiss.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
A man stood just off the beach hidden in the foliage. He played with his braided beard in
thought. He turned slightly and motioned to the three additional pirates behind him.
"We wait for the opportune moment," he whispered to the others, grinning evilly.
The others grinned maliciously back at him. He turned back to the sickening scene before him.
That boy was so whipped. Setting up a picnic on the beach for this "princess," his mind
spat, while she sits there staring at the ocean. He takes a quick glance at the ship waiting down
the shoreline.
*What a ninny,* he thought viciously, *I rather think I'm saving him from a lifetime of
this nonsense.*
The dirty pirate noticed the boy finish setting up and watched as he is just staring at this
girl. He obviously cared deeply for her. For a moment he almost felt a twinge of guilt. He
grinned, displaying several golden teeth,*Almost.*
They leaned in for a kiss, and the pirate took this as his cue. He pulls his pistol out of his
belt, motions to the others and they walked slowly out from their hiding spot. He couldn't believe
how easy this was turning out to be, they hadn't even noticed them coming up from behind her.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Elizabeth was startled when cold steel touched her right temple. She quickly pulled away
from Will's kiss, his arms still draped around her protectively, and gasped when the pistol was
pressed harder into her skull.
"DON'T MOVE!"
Will looked up at the intruders. A horrible bald man with his goatee braided stood before
him. Three equally ugly pirates fanned out behind him pistols drawn. Will instinctively grabbed
for his sword.
"Ah, ah, ah!" the nasty pirate warned, twitching his finger for emphasis, "none of that now,
or the girl dies right here in your arms."
He quickly grabbed her around her throat, maneuvering the pistol to be placed at her temple,
and pulled her roughly to her feet as the other pirates hovered. The last pirate, after making sure
that things were going smoothly, ran to the ship to give directions to pick up the rest of the
kidnappers.
"You'll never get away with this. I will hunt you down and make you pay. If you even
think of touching her...," Will spat at the intruders. He looked at Elizabeth, imploring her to be
strong. She gasped audibly in the strong pirates grasp tightened around her quickly bruising
throat. The pirate laughed cruelly, cutting him off.
"Don't worry lad. I won't be laying an ungentlemanly hand on her... though the Captain might feel
so inclined to paw his property..." He emphasized the last bit, loving the torment he was wreaking
upon this poor sap.
At this Will looked, although extremely angered, slightly curious, but knew the thief was
done talking because three began drawing back towards the advancing ship, dragging Elizabeth
with them.
Will searched his confused mind for what to do next. Part of his brain was screaming,
*Do not just stand there! Follow them!* while still another part of his brain was telling him to
rush back to the fort and get help. The latter won the argument. Will realized that if he followed
they might shoot her or him and what good would that do them? He started backing up slowly,
but the pirates quickly stopped him with a yell.
"You are not to move until we're safely on board, boy! Unless you'd rather see your pretty little
lass killed right here!"
The pirate grasped her neck roughly. Elizabeth's choked breathing was what brought him
to stay still, seething, while they took off with his fiancé.
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Thank you soon much, my faithful readers. Once again, I'm sorry this took so long to make it
into your eager hands.