Pirates of the Caribbean: Extinction of A Legacy

Author's Note: ^^ That was a short chapter before, ne? I promise to make it longer... not to mention actually finish the darn prologue...

Thank you "anonymous reviewer" for informing me that my title was too ordinary… I changed it!

Random thought: If flames are bad... why are moths so attracted to it?

Ages as of right now in the story:

Elizabeth Swann: 7\8 years old Marion Norrington: 18 years old Joseph Norrington: 28 years old

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Chapter III: Propositions

Patience was a virtue women were supposed to have, unfortunately, Marion was not one who had a lot of it. She jabbed her needlework furiously, frustrated at her almost invisible stitching. Her mother had taught her a lot about the British 'civil society', and apparently, stitching was a common 'lady-like' pastime.

Marion scoffed in disgust as she looked at her half-done craft. She couldn't understand the logic in wasting perfectly good thread when one was not mending clothes.

For months now, she had been through finishing school, and she tried as hard as she could to ignore everything they taught her. It was easier said than done, her tutors strive for nothing more than to teach her to become 'civilized' and 'proper'. Her mother had spent a good amount of her time to teach her manners when she was child, so her tutors were thankful that she wasn't a complete "savage".

"Savage...my mother was a saint compared to the lot of you," she muttered under her breath, swearing once more as the needle stabbed her finger. She immediately placed her hurt finger in her mouth and scowled at the unfinished stitches, which now laid on the floor.

"Damn needle."

A small knock disturbed her staring contest with the cloth, and Marion had no choice but to discontinue the contest and opened the door. Another woman came in, a few inches shorter than Marion, but her appearance clearly showed her age. She had wrinkles on her chubby face and amusement was always twinkling in her eyes.

"Hello Lily, what do I owe this visit for?" Marion asked as she tidied up her room. Usually, it was Lily's job to do that, considering the fact that she was maid.

"Miss Norrington, ye do know it 'tis me job ta clear up ye mess?" Lily commented with amusement clear in her Irish accented voice.

Marion nodded and smiled sweetly. " Of course I do, Lily, but I just wish to make your work easier, you do have more to do than clean up for me."

She sat back down and placed her needlework back in a drawer on her vanity. Satisfied in the cleanliness of her room, she directed her gaze back towards Lily. She hadn't noticed the anxious look on the elderly woman's face.

" Lily, what's the matter?" Marion asked, standing up. " You look like you're about to burst!"

Lily broke out in a dazzling smile. " M'lady, Master Norrington is about to port! Do you wish to greet him, or wait?"

Marion seemed to think before she answered hesitantly. " Y-yes, let's meet up with him, shall we? It has been far too long."

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Joseph breathed the ocean air and sighed. It had been a long journey from Englad, and he couldn't help but miss the serenity of Port Royal. His mind wandered to his little sister, wondering whether or not she had finished with her schooling. He hadn't had much knowledge of how long finishing school truly was, but he assumed it was longer than just a few months.

'Perhaps she may not be home yet' he thought.

He watched a young girl from the corner of his eyes, and found her talking with the boy they had saved from the shipwreck.

"Joseph!"

His head shot up as he heard a small voice yelling from the crowd. As he searched the mass for the origin of the familiar sound, he saw a head of raven locks and knew who had called him.

Elizabeth Swann, the governor's daughter noticed the woman in the crowd as well. Joseph was about to go towards his sister, but she had beaten him to it. Marion neared them and flashed him a genuine smile.

" Welcome back, brother."

Marion didn't notice Elizabeth at first until she noticed something glistening within her hands.

" Hello there, darling," Marion said sweetly. " What's your name?"

" This is Governor Swann's daughter, Elizabeth," Joseph introduced. " Elizabeth, this is my sister, Marion."

Elizabeth curtsied and Marion nodded lightly with her smile still intact. Suddenly, a scream filled their ears, Elizabeth gasped and ran towards the scream. Marion couldn't help but follow the girl, needing to warn her about the medallion she had spotted within her grasp.

"Will!"

Marion caught up to the girl and held her in her arms. She tried to struggle, until Marion ordered the soldiers to cease what they were doing. She saw a brown haired boy struggling in a soldier's arms, gritting his teeth and looked ready to kill.

" Stop it!" Elizabeth cried desperately.

" Elizabeth, you knew as well as I that he would be placed in an orphanage."

Both Elizabeth and Marion looked towards the elder man. He wore a brown wig and walked with a certain prim aura.

" Father!" Elizabeth cried. " No! I may never see Will again!"

" Who would be willing to take care of him?" Governor Swann asked as he chuckled. Joseph was about to join in until Marion cleared her throat.

" With all due respect sir, I would like to take William in."

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Author's Note: As I said... this story will be long. Very Very long.