What Was Wasn't
Disclaimer- I do not own POTC. It is a terrible pity to say so but it's true. I would not mind so much but that also means I don't own Orlando. The biggest regret of my life. *Tear* *sniffle* Hope you like MY story though...
Summary- What if the Dauntless had not spotter young Will? What if a certain pirate captain had? What if eight years later Jack Sparrow comes to visit Port Royal with a new addition to his small crew? Only you can find out! R & R!
Author's Note- Hmm well then this looks promising. 6 reviewers! *Leaves a basket of snugs and hugs for them* *Cackles* Yahoo! *Puts on a kilt and dances* I'll give ya replies to your reviews below:
B() : Cheers! That was real sweet of you *wipes away tear* Good writer? *Cackles* I do my best!
Ping*pong5 : Yeah I think I was but I realised when he goes "Fetch the Captain." (I think he says that) And why would he say that if he was the Captain? *Cackles* Think I'm turning blonde. No offence to any blondes out there! *Grins*
Riddle-Me-That : Glad you liked it. Hope I don't let you down with this chapter. By the way LOVE the name!
Hellbound666() : Like totally dude! *Grins* Man I watch too much Finding Nemo! *Pouts* Although that has nothing to do with your review. *Shakes head* Yes it was....interesting...
Geheimnis : Thanks mate I appreciate your honesty. And I know what you mean 'bout Jacks speech. I was just wondering if he would have changed when he was younger. *Nods* I read heaps of POTC fan fics and some say he can't read or write which I think might be incorrect. Since his speech is good why can't he be smart as well. *shrugs* Well thanks anyway!
Saiyuki123 : *grins* Lovely? I think I like that word. It sounds....lovely! *cackles*
Dawnie-7 : Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhh! I think you were one of my loyal reviewers from my original story. *Nodsnodnod* Nice to hear from you again.
Trinity Day : Thanks! Hope you like this cahpter two. The next one is probably when they all meet. Or the one after.
Okay now on with the second chapter...
Chapter Two – At First Glance
Elizabeth Swann awoke breathing heavily. She rolled onto her side and tried to catch her breath. Her heart pounded in her chest like the constant beating of a tribal drum. Her liquid brown orbs frantically searched her surroundings for familiarity. She found it. After all this was her room. Taking deep steady breaths Elizabeth tucked a brown curl away from her half- tanned face and stuck it behind her ear. The room was dark but even so she could still make out the fine furnishings that lined the walls and decorated her bedchambers. The life of the Governor's daughter was full of rules, regulations, balls and dresses. She felt no more than a pretty ornament or china doll with only one use. To look pretty.
Sitting up Elizabeth pulled back the blankets and emerged from her large wooden bed. A slight chill of the fresh morning caressed her skin as the warmth of the bed covers departed. The time was a mystery as the velvet curtains still hung closed keeping the light in the room a bare minimum. Her dream that came to her on many occasions haunted her sleeping hours and yet she still continued to ponder it during waking hours. Quietly Elizabeth opened her bureau drawer. Carefully she removed the possessions until the wooden bottom of the drawer was showing. Lifting it from its place Elizabeth layed it down on her bed. The same gold medallion from her dream glinted at her menacingly. Wiping the dust off it she put it on.
The strange feeling of power flowed yet again through her veins like it had down eight years ago. Elizabeth admired it in the finely carved mirror. Even without the rays of the sun it still shone as if a breaking of the clouds had chosen it to shine upon. It was beautiful. Dangerous. Powerful. But beautiful.
A sharp knock at the door symbolised the interruption of her Father. Before he had even spoken she knew it was he. He always came to wake her in the morn. If he didn't she would not rise and would spend the day at bed. His voice was soft yet raised from the other side of the door.
"Elizabeth! Are you all right? Are you decent?"
Her mellow brown eyes that had seemed glazed over came back into focus. The medallion still hung at her neck dancing light illuminated it. She blinked in disbelief. And hurriedly pulled on her floral overgarment and tucked the necklace into the bodice of her nightdress before answering in a tone most higher than her usual one.
"Yes, yes!"
The door opened without a sound and Elizabeth stationed herself before her bed. Her fathers curl grey wig was the fist thing she noticed. The Governor smiled warmly at his only daughter. And entered quickly; his fine garments did not look out of place in her large room. Two maids followed him shortly after. One, Elizabeth's servant and nanny when she was younger bustled over to open the curtains and let the warm sunlight in. Elizabeth blinked as the light poured though the window. How late was it? The second maid stood behind her father carrying a large rectangle parcel.
"Still abed at this hour? It's a beautiful day." He gestured towards the open window without looking at it himself. "I have a gift for you."
He gestured towards the box which the maid holding it opened immediately. Elizabeth looked into the box, her eyes wide. Picking it up she touched the soft fabric.
"Oh, it's beautiful!"
"Isn't it?" He smiled at his daughter proudly.
Elizabeth remained staring at the dress for a few moments before becoming suspicious. She liked gifts as much as the next person in line but when her father delivered them himself and when they were as fine as this she had to wonder. Looking up at him she raised her eyebrows in a questioning manner.
"May I inquire as to the occasion."
Taken aback by the sudden question a slight colour blended with Governor Swann's rather pale face. But as quickly as it had come the traces of pink disappeared. "Does a Father need an occasion to dote upon his daughter?"
He was not met with an answer nor did he really expect one. Turning over to the maids he spoke in their direction without really giving them much of a glance. "Go on."
The command was simple and the two women bustled over to their mistress and hurried her behind the screen. The dress was removed from the box and tissue paper looking even more splendid than before and the long and torturous dressing began. Turning to face the window the Governor admired the view of the dock and rippling ocean waters spread out in front of him before continuing to say what he had really come to talk about.
"Actually, I, uh...I had hoped you might wear it for the ceremony today."
From behind the screen Elizabeth raised an eyebrow, a smile budded on her rosebud lips. She knew she was getting somewhere when her Father started to stutter but she went along with him for amusement despite her strong dislike for ceremonies and anything much resembling a ceremony.
"What ceremony?"
"Captain Norrington 's promotion ceremony." A hint of pride was obvious in his voice but Elizabeth's difficult situation was harder than she had thought and that much went unnoticed.
"I knew it!" Elizabeth exclaimed.
"Commodore Norrington as he's about to become. Fine gentleman, don't you think? He fancies you, you know?" He continued. Pretending not have heard her outburst.
The maids started to lace up her corset and Elizabeth sucked in from lack of air. Trying to concentrate on what her Father was saying and still manage to breath at the same time was proving rather difficult. As the Governors voice floated over to her asking how it was going she once again sucked in and tried to reply.
"It's difficult to say." She gasped again as the strings were once again tightened.
Starting to get curious he stepped away from the large open window and started to slowly walk over. His hands behind his back proudly. His neck arched in a graceful manor as curiosity over took him.
"I'm told it's the latest fashion in London."
"Well." Elizabeth sucked in and gasped for air for the hundredth time. "Women in London must've learned not to breathe." She forced the words out as the new sound of footprints was heard on the wooden floors. The head of a servant peered around the door. He held himself proudly and despite his job in slavery seemed rather pleased.
"M'lord, you have a visitor"
The Governor nodded and with a goodbye to his daughter he disappeared out of the room and down the stairs. A feeling of relief filled Elizabeth and soon after came guilt. Sighing she sucked in as the last cords were tightened. The corset was pressed extremely tight against her torso. It truly was amazing that women could wear these things. After all she'd only had it on for a few moments and already a spiteful feeling towards the stupid thing was forming. Nevertheless it made her waist looking ever so tiny. She admired herself in front of the mirror as maids hurried back and forth beginning on her hair. The familiar feeling of suffocation came like the opening of floodgates. She had to get outside.
Estrella swept the last of her young mistresses' dark curls from the back of her neck and pinned it to the top of her head. Tilting her plump face to the side she shook her head and unpinned it. The tress hung down gracefully and swept the top of Elizabeth's shoulder. Beautiful. Elizabeth smiled a small smile and sighed.
"Estrella I need to get out of here."
The maid dropped the brush she was holding with a clunk and stared wide- eyed at her.
"I beg you pardon Miss. Get out of here as in never return?"
Elizabeth shook her head quickly and the colour soon returned to Estrella's cheeks. Not forever. No she couldn't stay away that long. What she meant was to go outside. Go for a walk. Anything. She just needed to get away for a moment before the ceremony. Before she was surrounded by women who's life ambition was to marry, have children and look pretty. She couldn't be around those kinds of people right now.
"No. Not forever. Just for a moment. I promise to come back..."
The door having been left open before needed not to move as her father re- entered the room. He seemed not to be in the best of moods and the topic from before was left hanging by the interruption.
"It seems that Mr Brown is having a few troubles with the Commodores sword despite my deadline. I am deeply sorry Elizabeth but I must go forward and to attend to it myself. I shall set off immediately and you can come in a carriage later."
This was exactly the thing Elizabeth was wishing for. If her father left early she would be alone. Maybe not for long but just long enough to take a slight detour down through the town. A frown caressed her lips promptly.
"Oh if you must go then you must. I shall see you shortly."
Thinking she was taking it extremely well the Governor nodded and smiled before turning and exiting the room. Straining her ears Elizabeth listened for the pattering of footsteps, the clunk of the door, the creak of the carriages opening and shutting and the clacking of the horseshoes on the dirt floor. Letting out a breath she hadn't known she was holding Elizabeth turned to Estrella. Her eyes were large and hopeful and the maid could not resist.
"Oh alright. You can go for your walk but only through the town and try to be careful and not wreck your new dress. I shall send a carriage to pick you up at the main street in exactly twenty minutes so be there or else I will be forced to tell your father."
Every word seemed to add to her happiness. She was going to the town. Maybe not for long but she was going. Hugging Estrella quickly she slid on her shoes and grabbed her bonnet. The dress swung about her and she looked down at the moving material briefly. The velvet was sown together carefully and tiny brown patterns of leaves and flowers scattered the white material. Beautiful. She twirled slightly and stepped carefully hitching the many skirts into one hand. With a grateful smile she was gone.
Authors Note- *grins* Hope you like this chappie as much as the first! Please R&R!
-Dom
Disclaimer- I do not own POTC. It is a terrible pity to say so but it's true. I would not mind so much but that also means I don't own Orlando. The biggest regret of my life. *Tear* *sniffle* Hope you like MY story though...
Summary- What if the Dauntless had not spotter young Will? What if a certain pirate captain had? What if eight years later Jack Sparrow comes to visit Port Royal with a new addition to his small crew? Only you can find out! R & R!
Author's Note- Hmm well then this looks promising. 6 reviewers! *Leaves a basket of snugs and hugs for them* *Cackles* Yahoo! *Puts on a kilt and dances* I'll give ya replies to your reviews below:
B() : Cheers! That was real sweet of you *wipes away tear* Good writer? *Cackles* I do my best!
Ping*pong5 : Yeah I think I was but I realised when he goes "Fetch the Captain." (I think he says that) And why would he say that if he was the Captain? *Cackles* Think I'm turning blonde. No offence to any blondes out there! *Grins*
Riddle-Me-That : Glad you liked it. Hope I don't let you down with this chapter. By the way LOVE the name!
Hellbound666() : Like totally dude! *Grins* Man I watch too much Finding Nemo! *Pouts* Although that has nothing to do with your review. *Shakes head* Yes it was....interesting...
Geheimnis : Thanks mate I appreciate your honesty. And I know what you mean 'bout Jacks speech. I was just wondering if he would have changed when he was younger. *Nods* I read heaps of POTC fan fics and some say he can't read or write which I think might be incorrect. Since his speech is good why can't he be smart as well. *shrugs* Well thanks anyway!
Saiyuki123 : *grins* Lovely? I think I like that word. It sounds....lovely! *cackles*
Dawnie-7 : Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhh! I think you were one of my loyal reviewers from my original story. *Nodsnodnod* Nice to hear from you again.
Trinity Day : Thanks! Hope you like this cahpter two. The next one is probably when they all meet. Or the one after.
Okay now on with the second chapter...
Chapter Two – At First Glance
Elizabeth Swann awoke breathing heavily. She rolled onto her side and tried to catch her breath. Her heart pounded in her chest like the constant beating of a tribal drum. Her liquid brown orbs frantically searched her surroundings for familiarity. She found it. After all this was her room. Taking deep steady breaths Elizabeth tucked a brown curl away from her half- tanned face and stuck it behind her ear. The room was dark but even so she could still make out the fine furnishings that lined the walls and decorated her bedchambers. The life of the Governor's daughter was full of rules, regulations, balls and dresses. She felt no more than a pretty ornament or china doll with only one use. To look pretty.
Sitting up Elizabeth pulled back the blankets and emerged from her large wooden bed. A slight chill of the fresh morning caressed her skin as the warmth of the bed covers departed. The time was a mystery as the velvet curtains still hung closed keeping the light in the room a bare minimum. Her dream that came to her on many occasions haunted her sleeping hours and yet she still continued to ponder it during waking hours. Quietly Elizabeth opened her bureau drawer. Carefully she removed the possessions until the wooden bottom of the drawer was showing. Lifting it from its place Elizabeth layed it down on her bed. The same gold medallion from her dream glinted at her menacingly. Wiping the dust off it she put it on.
The strange feeling of power flowed yet again through her veins like it had down eight years ago. Elizabeth admired it in the finely carved mirror. Even without the rays of the sun it still shone as if a breaking of the clouds had chosen it to shine upon. It was beautiful. Dangerous. Powerful. But beautiful.
A sharp knock at the door symbolised the interruption of her Father. Before he had even spoken she knew it was he. He always came to wake her in the morn. If he didn't she would not rise and would spend the day at bed. His voice was soft yet raised from the other side of the door.
"Elizabeth! Are you all right? Are you decent?"
Her mellow brown eyes that had seemed glazed over came back into focus. The medallion still hung at her neck dancing light illuminated it. She blinked in disbelief. And hurriedly pulled on her floral overgarment and tucked the necklace into the bodice of her nightdress before answering in a tone most higher than her usual one.
"Yes, yes!"
The door opened without a sound and Elizabeth stationed herself before her bed. Her fathers curl grey wig was the fist thing she noticed. The Governor smiled warmly at his only daughter. And entered quickly; his fine garments did not look out of place in her large room. Two maids followed him shortly after. One, Elizabeth's servant and nanny when she was younger bustled over to open the curtains and let the warm sunlight in. Elizabeth blinked as the light poured though the window. How late was it? The second maid stood behind her father carrying a large rectangle parcel.
"Still abed at this hour? It's a beautiful day." He gestured towards the open window without looking at it himself. "I have a gift for you."
He gestured towards the box which the maid holding it opened immediately. Elizabeth looked into the box, her eyes wide. Picking it up she touched the soft fabric.
"Oh, it's beautiful!"
"Isn't it?" He smiled at his daughter proudly.
Elizabeth remained staring at the dress for a few moments before becoming suspicious. She liked gifts as much as the next person in line but when her father delivered them himself and when they were as fine as this she had to wonder. Looking up at him she raised her eyebrows in a questioning manner.
"May I inquire as to the occasion."
Taken aback by the sudden question a slight colour blended with Governor Swann's rather pale face. But as quickly as it had come the traces of pink disappeared. "Does a Father need an occasion to dote upon his daughter?"
He was not met with an answer nor did he really expect one. Turning over to the maids he spoke in their direction without really giving them much of a glance. "Go on."
The command was simple and the two women bustled over to their mistress and hurried her behind the screen. The dress was removed from the box and tissue paper looking even more splendid than before and the long and torturous dressing began. Turning to face the window the Governor admired the view of the dock and rippling ocean waters spread out in front of him before continuing to say what he had really come to talk about.
"Actually, I, uh...I had hoped you might wear it for the ceremony today."
From behind the screen Elizabeth raised an eyebrow, a smile budded on her rosebud lips. She knew she was getting somewhere when her Father started to stutter but she went along with him for amusement despite her strong dislike for ceremonies and anything much resembling a ceremony.
"What ceremony?"
"Captain Norrington 's promotion ceremony." A hint of pride was obvious in his voice but Elizabeth's difficult situation was harder than she had thought and that much went unnoticed.
"I knew it!" Elizabeth exclaimed.
"Commodore Norrington as he's about to become. Fine gentleman, don't you think? He fancies you, you know?" He continued. Pretending not have heard her outburst.
The maids started to lace up her corset and Elizabeth sucked in from lack of air. Trying to concentrate on what her Father was saying and still manage to breath at the same time was proving rather difficult. As the Governors voice floated over to her asking how it was going she once again sucked in and tried to reply.
"It's difficult to say." She gasped again as the strings were once again tightened.
Starting to get curious he stepped away from the large open window and started to slowly walk over. His hands behind his back proudly. His neck arched in a graceful manor as curiosity over took him.
"I'm told it's the latest fashion in London."
"Well." Elizabeth sucked in and gasped for air for the hundredth time. "Women in London must've learned not to breathe." She forced the words out as the new sound of footprints was heard on the wooden floors. The head of a servant peered around the door. He held himself proudly and despite his job in slavery seemed rather pleased.
"M'lord, you have a visitor"
The Governor nodded and with a goodbye to his daughter he disappeared out of the room and down the stairs. A feeling of relief filled Elizabeth and soon after came guilt. Sighing she sucked in as the last cords were tightened. The corset was pressed extremely tight against her torso. It truly was amazing that women could wear these things. After all she'd only had it on for a few moments and already a spiteful feeling towards the stupid thing was forming. Nevertheless it made her waist looking ever so tiny. She admired herself in front of the mirror as maids hurried back and forth beginning on her hair. The familiar feeling of suffocation came like the opening of floodgates. She had to get outside.
Estrella swept the last of her young mistresses' dark curls from the back of her neck and pinned it to the top of her head. Tilting her plump face to the side she shook her head and unpinned it. The tress hung down gracefully and swept the top of Elizabeth's shoulder. Beautiful. Elizabeth smiled a small smile and sighed.
"Estrella I need to get out of here."
The maid dropped the brush she was holding with a clunk and stared wide- eyed at her.
"I beg you pardon Miss. Get out of here as in never return?"
Elizabeth shook her head quickly and the colour soon returned to Estrella's cheeks. Not forever. No she couldn't stay away that long. What she meant was to go outside. Go for a walk. Anything. She just needed to get away for a moment before the ceremony. Before she was surrounded by women who's life ambition was to marry, have children and look pretty. She couldn't be around those kinds of people right now.
"No. Not forever. Just for a moment. I promise to come back..."
The door having been left open before needed not to move as her father re- entered the room. He seemed not to be in the best of moods and the topic from before was left hanging by the interruption.
"It seems that Mr Brown is having a few troubles with the Commodores sword despite my deadline. I am deeply sorry Elizabeth but I must go forward and to attend to it myself. I shall set off immediately and you can come in a carriage later."
This was exactly the thing Elizabeth was wishing for. If her father left early she would be alone. Maybe not for long but just long enough to take a slight detour down through the town. A frown caressed her lips promptly.
"Oh if you must go then you must. I shall see you shortly."
Thinking she was taking it extremely well the Governor nodded and smiled before turning and exiting the room. Straining her ears Elizabeth listened for the pattering of footsteps, the clunk of the door, the creak of the carriages opening and shutting and the clacking of the horseshoes on the dirt floor. Letting out a breath she hadn't known she was holding Elizabeth turned to Estrella. Her eyes were large and hopeful and the maid could not resist.
"Oh alright. You can go for your walk but only through the town and try to be careful and not wreck your new dress. I shall send a carriage to pick you up at the main street in exactly twenty minutes so be there or else I will be forced to tell your father."
Every word seemed to add to her happiness. She was going to the town. Maybe not for long but she was going. Hugging Estrella quickly she slid on her shoes and grabbed her bonnet. The dress swung about her and she looked down at the moving material briefly. The velvet was sown together carefully and tiny brown patterns of leaves and flowers scattered the white material. Beautiful. She twirled slightly and stepped carefully hitching the many skirts into one hand. With a grateful smile she was gone.
Authors Note- *grins* Hope you like this chappie as much as the first! Please R&R!
-Dom