Chapter Two. Yes, she's continuing.
In this chapter: The secret of the inevitable, Scarlet Pimpernel-esque estrangement, as well as the introduction of Elizabeth's long-lost brother, Arm-Band!
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Elizabeth and Will stood on the battlement of the tower, looking out. Their adventure was over, Jack was safe, and Norrington had decided to let them marry. Now they were about to exchange their first kiss.
Governor Swann looked at the happy couple and sighed. They looked rather cute together, but Will had no taste in wigs. He simply had to make sure that his daughter would be happy with the young sword smith, so he asked her just that.
Elizabeth sighed melodramatically, and said, in typical heroine fashion, "He's not a blacksmith. He's a pirate."
Governor Swann contentedly walked away.
Meanwhile, Will had just realized that his fiancé had called him a name. He'd been too busy kissing her before, but now...
"I am not a Pirate!" he shouted, as if trying to convince everyone on the island of that fact.
"Will, calm down. That was meant as a compliment. Also, I thought that you'd gotten over that."
"Just because I respect them as people doesn't mean I want to be one..." his voice was quickly turning into a childish squeak.
[And the image of Will squeaking is very amusing]
"Hey, shut up!"
And off they went again, arguing, name-calling, and generally being immature about, well, name-calling.
Eventually, both of them got sick of this. So Elizabeth strode off in what has been called a high dungeon. How she can be doing this, when everyone knows that most dungeons are underground, therefore not high, is anyone's question. Also, that phrase makes the dungeon sound like a type of vehicle...
[Narrator, dear, STOP NOW!]
While she was striding away in her brand new High Dungeon(tm) something bizarre and unusual happen.
All at once, violins from and unspecified location began playing. Will opened his mouth as though to sing....
....And the authoress quickly fled the location.
But Elizabeth did not turn around. Instead she wandered through the streets of the town, feeling depressed and miffed. Now and again, she would sigh a breathy little heroine-in-destress sigh (you know, the really irritating, Mary-Sueish one). After a while, though, she felt less sad, and began to pay more attention to the window displays. She still sighed now and then, but that was just for dramatic effect.
Eventually, she became so caught up in a display of hats that she forgot to look where she was going. Consequently [I love that word], she ran into a man. The man was a well-dressed stranger, a man whom she had never seen before. He seemed to know her, though.
"Elizabeth Marguerite Swann!" he exclaimed.
"Do I know you?" she asked, after gasping breathily.
"You mean you don't know me, Arm-Band, your long-lost brother?" his expression clouded with sadness, until he began to look, well, like a cloud. "We were separated at birth, don't you know. I've the last few years looking for you, in stereotypical lost-brother fashion. And I was bored!"
"How do you know that you're my brother?"
"Ummmmm..."
[Plot convenience]
Both of them rounded on the quthoress.
"But that is so stupid," quoth Arm-Band.
[Quiet!]
"No!" cried Elizabeth.
Then the sounds of Will singing ("Prayer," of course) began to fill the air, as the authoress resorted to coercion in order to get the characters to obey her.
[Mwahahahaha.]
Needless to say, the characters returned to their places, and Will stopped singing.
But by this time the characters had forgotten what they were supposed to do.
"What are we supposed to do?" asked Arm-Band.
[Well, now that there's that nice little romantic estrangement between Mar- Elizabeth and Willcy, she spends her wedding-night with you, in order to avoid facing her angry, um...]
"Wait a minute!" exclaimed Marguerite. "Wedding-night? Are we married yet?"
[Ummm.... Yes, of course!]
"This is just another plot device, isn't it," everyone on the street said this, in what must have been pre-rehearsed unison.
[Yes. Now be quiet.]
And so, with the presence of the nice little romantic estrangement between Elizabeth and Will, she (Elizabeth) spent her wedding night with Arm-Band, her newly-found long-lost brother. And everything went as the author had planned.
[Mwahahahaha.]
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Wow, I got two reviews!
LunarianPrincess: It's humorous? Really? Yay! You are the first reviewer. *Gives buttons*
Zath Chauvert: Thanks for the long review. I was scared when I saw it, though, because they're typically criticism. No, I won't be cruel to Norrington! I love him! He's wonderful. Like Chauvelin. That's why Norrington gets to be him! Also, I'm not going to totally stick either to the book or the musical. Basically, if there's something in either that can be made funny, I will! Yeah, Governor Swann is going to be Robespierre, but he's also going to be Price of Wales: I can see him as a fop.
By the way, you're the author of all of the cool SP fan fiction, aren't you? I love "Lost in Her Bed."
In this chapter: The secret of the inevitable, Scarlet Pimpernel-esque estrangement, as well as the introduction of Elizabeth's long-lost brother, Arm-Band!
-----------------------------------------------------------------------
Elizabeth and Will stood on the battlement of the tower, looking out. Their adventure was over, Jack was safe, and Norrington had decided to let them marry. Now they were about to exchange their first kiss.
Governor Swann looked at the happy couple and sighed. They looked rather cute together, but Will had no taste in wigs. He simply had to make sure that his daughter would be happy with the young sword smith, so he asked her just that.
Elizabeth sighed melodramatically, and said, in typical heroine fashion, "He's not a blacksmith. He's a pirate."
Governor Swann contentedly walked away.
Meanwhile, Will had just realized that his fiancé had called him a name. He'd been too busy kissing her before, but now...
"I am not a Pirate!" he shouted, as if trying to convince everyone on the island of that fact.
"Will, calm down. That was meant as a compliment. Also, I thought that you'd gotten over that."
"Just because I respect them as people doesn't mean I want to be one..." his voice was quickly turning into a childish squeak.
[And the image of Will squeaking is very amusing]
"Hey, shut up!"
And off they went again, arguing, name-calling, and generally being immature about, well, name-calling.
Eventually, both of them got sick of this. So Elizabeth strode off in what has been called a high dungeon. How she can be doing this, when everyone knows that most dungeons are underground, therefore not high, is anyone's question. Also, that phrase makes the dungeon sound like a type of vehicle...
[Narrator, dear, STOP NOW!]
While she was striding away in her brand new High Dungeon(tm) something bizarre and unusual happen.
All at once, violins from and unspecified location began playing. Will opened his mouth as though to sing....
....And the authoress quickly fled the location.
But Elizabeth did not turn around. Instead she wandered through the streets of the town, feeling depressed and miffed. Now and again, she would sigh a breathy little heroine-in-destress sigh (you know, the really irritating, Mary-Sueish one). After a while, though, she felt less sad, and began to pay more attention to the window displays. She still sighed now and then, but that was just for dramatic effect.
Eventually, she became so caught up in a display of hats that she forgot to look where she was going. Consequently [I love that word], she ran into a man. The man was a well-dressed stranger, a man whom she had never seen before. He seemed to know her, though.
"Elizabeth Marguerite Swann!" he exclaimed.
"Do I know you?" she asked, after gasping breathily.
"You mean you don't know me, Arm-Band, your long-lost brother?" his expression clouded with sadness, until he began to look, well, like a cloud. "We were separated at birth, don't you know. I've the last few years looking for you, in stereotypical lost-brother fashion. And I was bored!"
"How do you know that you're my brother?"
"Ummmmm..."
[Plot convenience]
Both of them rounded on the quthoress.
"But that is so stupid," quoth Arm-Band.
[Quiet!]
"No!" cried Elizabeth.
Then the sounds of Will singing ("Prayer," of course) began to fill the air, as the authoress resorted to coercion in order to get the characters to obey her.
[Mwahahahaha.]
Needless to say, the characters returned to their places, and Will stopped singing.
But by this time the characters had forgotten what they were supposed to do.
"What are we supposed to do?" asked Arm-Band.
[Well, now that there's that nice little romantic estrangement between Mar- Elizabeth and Willcy, she spends her wedding-night with you, in order to avoid facing her angry, um...]
"Wait a minute!" exclaimed Marguerite. "Wedding-night? Are we married yet?"
[Ummm.... Yes, of course!]
"This is just another plot device, isn't it," everyone on the street said this, in what must have been pre-rehearsed unison.
[Yes. Now be quiet.]
And so, with the presence of the nice little romantic estrangement between Elizabeth and Will, she (Elizabeth) spent her wedding night with Arm-Band, her newly-found long-lost brother. And everything went as the author had planned.
[Mwahahahaha.]
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Wow, I got two reviews!
LunarianPrincess: It's humorous? Really? Yay! You are the first reviewer. *Gives buttons*
Zath Chauvert: Thanks for the long review. I was scared when I saw it, though, because they're typically criticism. No, I won't be cruel to Norrington! I love him! He's wonderful. Like Chauvelin. That's why Norrington gets to be him! Also, I'm not going to totally stick either to the book or the musical. Basically, if there's something in either that can be made funny, I will! Yeah, Governor Swann is going to be Robespierre, but he's also going to be Price of Wales: I can see him as a fop.
By the way, you're the author of all of the cool SP fan fiction, aren't you? I love "Lost in Her Bed."