Prolouge
I'm sitting outside her mansion, or at least I think it's hers. I'm here, or at least I think I'm here. This could be a dream, but I highly doubt it. My friends aren't here...this isn't anything like the stories I write. I didn't magically appear on IThe Black Pearl/I. No, I crawled onto the shore, barely conscious. I fumbled my way around Port Royal, wondering where the hell I was, and then I saw the house. Her house. From what I can remember, this is the Swann mansion, Elizabeth's mansion. My clothes are damp, but still pretty intact for being soaked in salt water for God-only-knows how long. Maybe, just maybe, I can convince the door man that Elizabeth had wanted to see me about me gardening and tending the flowers in the back. Oh, I don't know...I'll have to make up something. I have to get to Elizabeth and tell her how I know everything...but she won't believe me. Then again, she might as well, with all the shit she's gone through with IThe Black Pearl/I and all. I climb up the steps, and put my hand on the bell rope. I'm about to pull it...*SHIT*...something clasps down hard on my shoulder. I yelp and spin around. It's Jack.
I'm sitting outside her mansion, or at least I think it's hers. I'm here, or at least I think I'm here. This could be a dream, but I highly doubt it. My friends aren't here...this isn't anything like the stories I write. I didn't magically appear on IThe Black Pearl/I. No, I crawled onto the shore, barely conscious. I fumbled my way around Port Royal, wondering where the hell I was, and then I saw the house. Her house. From what I can remember, this is the Swann mansion, Elizabeth's mansion. My clothes are damp, but still pretty intact for being soaked in salt water for God-only-knows how long. Maybe, just maybe, I can convince the door man that Elizabeth had wanted to see me about me gardening and tending the flowers in the back. Oh, I don't know...I'll have to make up something. I have to get to Elizabeth and tell her how I know everything...but she won't believe me. Then again, she might as well, with all the shit she's gone through with IThe Black Pearl/I and all. I climb up the steps, and put my hand on the bell rope. I'm about to pull it...*SHIT*...something clasps down hard on my shoulder. I yelp and spin around. It's Jack.
