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infringement is intended and I'm certainly not making any money from this story.
Summary: Elizabeth is saved by a pirate.
Author's note: A little something again... This time I'm going back to that
very first meeting.
Collision
by Hereswith
She had no clear memory of it, yet she knew she must have fallen, tumbling
through the air as if lifeless already, towards the unkind rocks and none too
gentle waves. And she shied, in terror, from the thought of what might have
been. From the image of those jagged stones, tearing her apart. But she was
alive, still alive, and she could breathe again, nothing hindered her. She was
out of the water and rid of the corset, all by the grace of that man, with his
black, grimy fingers and dark, knowing eyes.
Captain Jack Sparrow. Flesh and blood and bone and truly here, within her
reach, at last. And disappointment warred with excitement. He wasn't what
she had expected, but what he was, she could not ignore. Even when he
didn't look at her, or glance in her direction, he drew her attention. Her gaze
caught on the braids and snagged on the beads. It skittered over where his
shirt gaped open. Scandalous. Indecent. Preposterous. But she had never
seen the likes of him before.
He seemed a creature born of the sea, a merman robbed of his fins, and while
not as sleek, he was as slippery, she wagered. Impossible to hold and to keep.
A pirate, who had recognised her pirate medallion and found some worth in it,
beyond that of the gold. Who had saved her, not knowing what she wore
around her neck or who she was. Governor's daughter. Miss Elizabeth Swann.
She could not make them fit, those bits and pieces that she knew of him. And
she was a proper young lady, much to her father's relief; she shouldn't care,
or wish to understand. But she did.