The ship of Barlow's was nearing Singapore and all that went through
Elizabeth's mind was. Why? What does Barlow want from me? What did Barbossa
want from me? Elizabeth was thinking all this while Captain Barlow sat across from her. Barlow looked up at her and studied her features. "Are you troubled Miss Swann?" Elizabeth looked up at him. "No. Not at all." Barlow didn't believe her and he knew she was lying. Barlow stood up and walked
over to her. "I apologize that you had to got through what you went
through." Elizabeth looked up at him. "No woman should ever have to be
treated like that." Elizabeth gave a faint smile.
Barlow nodded. "I know what your thinking." Elizabeth wondered. "And what is that?" Elizabeth asked. "What is he going to do with me? And why am I
here?" Elizabeth nodded. "You can read minds can you Captain Barlow?" Barlow smiled. "I can read yours Miss Swann, and I am also reading that you want to wash all the pain away." Elizabeth couldn't believe that Barlow
was reading her; she just looked up at him, and glistened in his eyes.
Elizabeth nodded.
Barlow went over to the door and called for one of the crew. One crewmember
came in. "Yes Cap." Barlow looked over at Elizabeth. "Run Miss Swann a bath, get some refreshment, and get a new dress for her." The crewmember nodded. "Yes Sir." He was about to go, but Barlow stopped him. "And if I even suspect any of you looking at her, I will kill you." The crewmember
nodded then left.
Barlow turned to Elizabeth. "You're too kind." Elizabeth said sweetly. Barlow nodded. "You will be safe in the wash room with full privacy, if you need anything. I will be there." Elizabeth nodded. "Thank-you." Then left
the cabins courtiers, and walked to the washroom.
Elizabeth rested in the bathtub. The water soaking into her dress, she had not taken off any piece of clothing. She was cold, and shivering, she was lost, scared, and alone. Elizabeth let the tears flow freely; she placed
her head on her knees and couldn't control her emotions any longer.
The last time she was in the bathtub was the best night of her life. She was Will. He was so gentle and sweet. Elizabeth kept on looking at the door hoping to see Will walk right in take her into his arms and protect her.
Elizabeth held out her hand and looked at the ring and smiled at the thought of Will proposing. She wondered if she would ever get to marry Mr.
Turner. If she would walk down the aisle, but she wondered most if she would ever see Will again. Elizabeth sat in the bathtub and cried herself
into a light sleep.
Barlow was on the other side of the door, just listening to her cry. He knew what was happening to her and whom she was crying about. Something was going through him that has never happened. Did he have feelings for this
girl? He wanted to take her back to Port Royalle or just leave her in Singapore but a part of him told him no. He didn't know either to follow
his head or his heart.
want from me? Elizabeth was thinking all this while Captain Barlow sat across from her. Barlow looked up at her and studied her features. "Are you troubled Miss Swann?" Elizabeth looked up at him. "No. Not at all." Barlow didn't believe her and he knew she was lying. Barlow stood up and walked
over to her. "I apologize that you had to got through what you went
through." Elizabeth looked up at him. "No woman should ever have to be
treated like that." Elizabeth gave a faint smile.
Barlow nodded. "I know what your thinking." Elizabeth wondered. "And what is that?" Elizabeth asked. "What is he going to do with me? And why am I
here?" Elizabeth nodded. "You can read minds can you Captain Barlow?" Barlow smiled. "I can read yours Miss Swann, and I am also reading that you want to wash all the pain away." Elizabeth couldn't believe that Barlow
was reading her; she just looked up at him, and glistened in his eyes.
Elizabeth nodded.
Barlow went over to the door and called for one of the crew. One crewmember
came in. "Yes Cap." Barlow looked over at Elizabeth. "Run Miss Swann a bath, get some refreshment, and get a new dress for her." The crewmember nodded. "Yes Sir." He was about to go, but Barlow stopped him. "And if I even suspect any of you looking at her, I will kill you." The crewmember
nodded then left.
Barlow turned to Elizabeth. "You're too kind." Elizabeth said sweetly. Barlow nodded. "You will be safe in the wash room with full privacy, if you need anything. I will be there." Elizabeth nodded. "Thank-you." Then left
the cabins courtiers, and walked to the washroom.
Elizabeth rested in the bathtub. The water soaking into her dress, she had not taken off any piece of clothing. She was cold, and shivering, she was lost, scared, and alone. Elizabeth let the tears flow freely; she placed
her head on her knees and couldn't control her emotions any longer.
The last time she was in the bathtub was the best night of her life. She was Will. He was so gentle and sweet. Elizabeth kept on looking at the door hoping to see Will walk right in take her into his arms and protect her.
Elizabeth held out her hand and looked at the ring and smiled at the thought of Will proposing. She wondered if she would ever get to marry Mr.
Turner. If she would walk down the aisle, but she wondered most if she would ever see Will again. Elizabeth sat in the bathtub and cried herself
into a light sleep.
Barlow was on the other side of the door, just listening to her cry. He knew what was happening to her and whom she was crying about. Something was going through him that has never happened. Did he have feelings for this
girl? He wanted to take her back to Port Royalle or just leave her in Singapore but a part of him told him no. He didn't know either to follow
his head or his heart.