Forbidden Fruit

Chapter 1

It was only February, and already the freshness and life that arises from springtime lingered in the crisp atmosphere. Such a difference in season hadn't occurred in Britain for years, and the smaller, nomadic towns believed the weather changed when thieves on the high seas prospered, or to place it simply: pirates.

Ah yes, the famous Capt. Jack Sparrow, a legend amongst the pauper children, a foe to the navy. But he was nonetheless the best pirate anyone had ever heard of. Agility, charm, and cleaver-mindedness were what he was especially known for, but he did love his liquor; rum, to be specific.

Long ago, he was the Capt. of the legendary ship, the Black Pearl; a ship with black sails and only the strongest, most gruesome, foul-mouthed crew directing her course as she sliced the sea. He was a successful leader, and few crew members dared cross him, but the one that created the mutiny against him, Barbossa, as he was known, became object of hatred and his worst enemy. He was stranded on an island with no food, no pure water…just alone with one pistol, with one shot. And that shot, Sparrow swore, was for the one who declared mutiny against him: Capt. Barbossa.

Of course, we all know the story of Capt. Jack Sparrow (the sly fox of the ocean), the Curse of the Black Pearl, Will Turner (the shy, handsome blacksmith who, if anything more, knows how to handle a sword when in danger), and Elizabeth Swan (the high-classed lady and Will Turner's object of affection, whom with, she shares the same attraction), so the story proceeds to after Sparrow's escape and on to Will and Elizabeth's plan to wed…

"Oh Father," she began, "please give William and me permission to wed in Holy matrimony!" She ran to hug her father, but he stopped her.

"Elizabeth, dear" his tone changed from noble to a voice, is seemed, he would use to explain an issue to a child, "Please tell me you are absolutely certain of this decision."

 "Of course I am…William is the love of my life…I have made my choice, Father."

"Dear," He put his hand on her shoulder, "I…I do not feel it is wise to marry. Not now, Elizabeth. You are young and in a frolicsome state of mind; you don't know what you really want." She looked at him with a shocked expression.

"A-And you know what I need!? You know who I love!? Father, I love Will and I am going to--"

"No you are not, Elizabeth. You will not marry that boy. I will not give you the support until you are old enough to know what is best for you, understand!" Tears of hatred and pain welled up in her eyes as these final words were uttered, and she fell to her knees in agony. Her father, not wanting to upset her any more, left her to cry in her lonesome.

The next day, while her father was away, Elizabeth crept out of her home to see her beloved William Turner. After several frantic knocks, the door swung opened and the weeping Miss Swan threw herself at Will in a warm embrace. He held her gently and brushed her tears away as she explained her father's cruelty towards their relationship and its future.

"Elizabeth, don't cry," Will said in his soft, soothing voice, "everything will turn out fine in the end."

"Don't you see, My Love," she replied, "he will never allow our lives to come together. He has become a monster, William, he changed his views; he won't accept us!" As she wept quietly in his arms, he rhythmically stroked her golden-caramel hair.

"I love you, Elizabeth, and I always have loved you. That will never change." He looked deep into her eyes and she moved closer to him.

"I love you, too, Will Turner," And with those last words they inched closer and shared an enduring, passionate kiss.

Then, suddenly, the silence was broken with an earsplitting gunshot. The lovers looked up into the nearest window to see what troubled the town this time. They heard the clatter of swords on the floor nearby, and Will, protective of Elizabeth's safely, sought out the foe. The shuffling of a dozen pairs of feet made its way to Will's ears and he knew there were many. He quickly grabbed one of his expertly made swords and dashed swiftly towards the noises, behind a mound of canvas sacks. He was just about to slash at the stack of canvas when, alas, a tall, agile figure leapt from them and faced Will with a sword! He was shocked, yet relieved, to see the famous Capt. Jack Sparrow, foe of the sea, in his presence.