Nikki Staggerwall—Thanks! The realization that they're both named after birds (coincidence? Ri-ight) inspired me to write this.
Erinya—I'm glad you like it! I can't get anything past you can I! lol! Thanks for giving me some pointers; I'll definitely pay more attention to my errors in the future. As for original scenes; where the movie ends is where my story basically begins!!
Aeris Deathscythe—There will be more story after my pointless ramblings!! :D
WolviesLover—Thank ya, thank ya, and thank ya very much!
Elizabeth Sparrow—Thanks! And Jack will be a main character! Savvy?
IcePrincess618—Of course I'll put Jack in the story! Thanks for your review!
Beads—Thank you! I think I shall put in her last thoughts about who knows what or who ;)….
Baby-blue4—Thanks, I'm glad you like the dialogue, but most of it isn't mine! We'll see if I can live up to all your guy's expectations when I start writing my own scenes! Lol!
Yuhi— lol, I'm not sure if the length depends on which way I go, but I'll try to make it a long one for ya!
JadedSky1—Thanks, since some of you have said cut the crap and others write what happens to her, I'll do whatever comes to me:D
Aeris Tiniel Mirime—Yeah, I tried to slip a few 'sweet moments' in there… glad you like it!
Shadow Phenix—Yes, I'll have to decide how I'm going to slowly develop her emotions, so this chapter might be a while!
EternalSoulFlame—Thanks! I'm not re-writing the movie, just sort of picking up where it left off (after I finish this 5 chapter prologue!).
Draconia Malfoy1---Thank ya!!! Another Chapter on its way!!!
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Slipping onto a restless doze, in my seat by the window, I was blissfully unaware of the intrusion on Port Royal. My mind kept wandering, worrying, throughout my agitated sleep…
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Will's handsome face, drawing closer and closer, my heart fluttered, knowing what would happen next, but before our lips met, his face little by little changed into Commodore Norrington's.
I gasped and stepped back; the dull blue eyes smirked, and would not leave my body. He stepped forward, leer increasing, and I automatically took a step back. I was on the very edge of the dock, and the Commodore still came towards me. His hand outstretched, and I trembled, not liking the fire that had suddenly sparked in those cobalt eyes. I took a final step back, and with a shriek plunged into the icy depths once again.
The commodore dove gracefully after me, grasping my arm, pulling me up to the surface. I writhed and struggled to get away, but his grip was strong. He heaved me onto the dock, despite my vicious protests. I twisted furiously, and swatted him away with a shaking hand. He bent over me, and I closed my eyes, wishing desperately that I would wake up soon.
"Shhh…It's alright Lizzie," a gruff voice most unlike the Commodore's reached my ringing ears. My eyes snapped open; and I was not looking into the lackluster eyes of the Commodore. Beautiful chocolate pools greeted me. To my disgust, I willingly stopped struggling, breathing heavily. Jack. In a position much like the one we found ourselves in earlier, I was almost overjoyed to see the pirate.
His long dreadlocks tickled my face, as he bent low over me. The smile on his lips was not the cruel sneer I had always expected a pirate to carry, but genuine; caring.
A loud bang interrupted us; the Commodore, gun still pointing at Jack had a look of malicious triumph on his face. I screamed bloody murder as Jack's limp form slumped onto my shoulder.
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There was another deafening bang and I jumped, joggled from my dream. My nightmare. Breathing heavily, it took a moment for the flashing pictures to fade from my mind. More earsplitting bangs and screams met my ears. I looked frantically out the window, an unexplained panic rising in my chest. Fire was already spreading rapidly from the crumbled remnants of the town. People were fleeing in all directions; I was harshly reminded of the tuna I had watched for hours on my father's ship when a particularly large dolphin or shark was coming in for the kill. They were shrieking, most dodging explosions, some agile and quick, but most were not so lucky.
My mouth was open in horror, but my heart almost stopped when my eyes traveled to the shore. The gaunt ship that had haunted my dreams for years was moored in Port Royal. A light moving towards me caught my dazed eye. From the glow of a torch I saw eerie figures making their way drunkenly up the path. I immediately snapped out of my dazed, open mouthed state, and sprang into action.
Skidding slightly on the ridiculous Oriental rug, I grasped the banister to stop myself. Death was literally knocking on our door. The butler that had been with us since I was a child loyally went to open it.
"Don't!!" I shouted in revulsion, but I was too late.
"'Ello Chump," what was unmistakably a pirates voice growled through the silence. A gunshot mixed with my own strangled scream left my ears ringing. They turned to me and their faces were what I had imagined Pirates to truly look like. Worn out, unsightly, they leered at me, yellow and brown teeth glinting. They're eyes were dull and filled with cruel desire. One of the men had a fake eye, too large for his small face. Pirates were supposed to be repulsive and frightening, not alluring—even in my life or death situation I paused. What exactly were my thoughts trying to tell me? Had I really just called Jack alluring?!
I found that my feet had carried me back into my own bedroom. I quickly shut and bolted the door, looking around frantically for a place to hide. A pair of clammy hands grasped my shoulders. I gasped and whirled around, only to find the maid that had so infuriatingly saw through my cheerful-to-be-Mrs.-Norrington manner earlier that night. She was hysterical, and I could barely make out the words.
"They've come for you!!" I stared, what did she mean?
"What?"
"You're the Governor's daughter," She stated dramatically. Of course; in all the books about pirates I had read the Governor's daughter, or the princess had always been held hostage by these rogues.
"Hide, they have not yet seen you! First chance you have, get out!" I choked out in my stab of panic, before rushing through the door into the dining room. I heard pounding, and scratching on the door I had just bolted shut, and my search for some kind of weapon became frantic. The old antique swords, hanging above the dying fire seemed my only hope. I stumbled across the room, and, standing on tip-toes managed to pull the swords off its hook. The redwood it was born on however was much heavier than I had expected. It fell to the floor with a clunk, and as hard as I shook, I could not pull the swords off. With a cry of exasperation and growing panic, I gave up on the swords and fled from the room.
There was a crash, and a bang, and scuffling footsteps behind mine. They were coming. I spun around, my eyes scouring the room. Nothing was properly in focus, and my whole body seemed to be trembling. With a rush of hope I darted forward to retrieve the rifle my father always kept in the drawing room for our safety. But I seemed to be moving with great effort. It was as if something was weighing me down, but it wasn't the usual dragging feeling of my petticoats. Something weightless, yet exceedingly intense was making it hard for me to even keep my head up.
My vision was not working properly; pictures were coming in flashes, the eerie light of their lantern illuminated the room. I whirled around, I felt as if a pillow were being tightly pressed against my face. It was not the tight, concealed feeling I had acquired from the corset, but an inhuman feeling. I was not breathing-my mouth and nose seemed to be closed up. But there was air in my lungs. Cool, frosty air, most unlike the muggy atmosphere in Port Royal. My heart was doing a frenetic drum roll in my chest, I could feel the blood pounding in my throat and head. But there was another heartbeat reverberating through me; a steady, empowering beat, coursing through me, giving me strength.
My head felt like it weighed a ton. It started to roll foreword onto my chest, when a flash caught my eye. Grinning up at me with a leer to match the rogues in front of me was the medallion. It was what they wanted. So I would give it to them. What was it to me? In fact, I could offer myself to them as well. These men weren't bad. What was I doing with a rifle in my hands? Did I honestly want to hurt these kind gentlemen? Rifles were only to kill bad people. An image from my dream floated back to me. Bad people like Jack Sparrow…
All too suddenly I felt myself again. My head snapped back up, panic rushing back with full force. The pirates were advancing, and with shaking hands I aimed the rifle. The portly one in front chuckled; in a split second I found the rifle almost ripped from my hands. I kept a firm hold on it, but it was still pointing upwards, directly at the still glowing embers of the lantern. With the flash of a sudden idea, I pulled the trigger, and with a muffled bang! Hot coal spilled out, and rained on their heads. I took the opportunity to dart from the room, taking refuge in the coat closet.
There I sat, for what seemed an eternity, crouched low, in a most uncomfortable position. I heard footsteps enter. A gruff voice spoke,
"Come out come out poppet. Come out, and we wont have no reason to lay a finger on you," I hoped he was grammatically challenged, and had not just meant that if I came out he wouldn't have no reason to harm me. I closed my eyes, hoping desperately for them to leave. But the footsteps were drawing closer.
"You know what we want. The gold calls to us," With trembling fingers, I touched the gold skull hanging from my neck. The narrow strip of light entering from the crack in the door was suddenly blocked. "'Ello Poppet." The door flew open, I was trapped. My brain was reeling in a blizzard of swift thoughts. I settled on the first one that seemed reasonable.
"Parlay!" The word that would turn my life into hell.
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AN: OMFG! This chapter was soooo late, I know! My deepest apologies, I love all that reviewed, thank you thank you thank you! I was in a bit of a slump, so the chappie might not be as good…lol, sorry if I went a bit too Lord of the Rings near the end there. I know I didn't get 'Parlay' right, but y'all know what I meant.
XOX,
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