YAY! A new chapter! I'm sooooooo proud of me!!! Anyway, enjoy! The story's
almost over. And just thought I'd warn there is a lot of OOC in this
chapter in the case of Barbrossa.
Disclaimer: me no owns Elizabeth or Barbrossa
The days passed quickly on The Pearl, and oddly enough none of the crew commented on the change in their captain. At least not to him. He had new strut when he walked. No longer did he bark out orders, but said them in a softer tone. No longer did he frown upon people, but there actually appeared to a smile under that rough exterior. And who was on his arm? Elizabeth, of course! She was there through it all.
The crew even blamed her for the change. Nobody said thing to her either, but she could see it in their eyes. The envy they held against her. The hate they kept bottled up. She knew they were planning something, not that it mattered.
She had yet to tell the truth that her name wasn't Turner and so they would still kill her. Or at least spill her blood. She knew that much to be true. Barbrossa cared more about his mortality than about her. She knew they needed her blood. Well, that's what she thought. And she would give anything to see him in his rightful place. Amongst the living, or the dead. Which ever came first.
He was in love. He was truly in love. He could feel in it the deepest depths of his soul. But something ate at him. From the inside out. He was betraying Rachel. As much this beautiful creature looked like her, talked like her, even her mannerism were the same, he still felt that he had betrayed his beloved. And what to do with that but bottle it up.
Sorry about the shortness. It's hard to write this story. You try it! (lol) I only kid. Please R&R! Thankies!!
Disclaimer: me no owns Elizabeth or Barbrossa
The days passed quickly on The Pearl, and oddly enough none of the crew commented on the change in their captain. At least not to him. He had new strut when he walked. No longer did he bark out orders, but said them in a softer tone. No longer did he frown upon people, but there actually appeared to a smile under that rough exterior. And who was on his arm? Elizabeth, of course! She was there through it all.
The crew even blamed her for the change. Nobody said thing to her either, but she could see it in their eyes. The envy they held against her. The hate they kept bottled up. She knew they were planning something, not that it mattered.
She had yet to tell the truth that her name wasn't Turner and so they would still kill her. Or at least spill her blood. She knew that much to be true. Barbrossa cared more about his mortality than about her. She knew they needed her blood. Well, that's what she thought. And she would give anything to see him in his rightful place. Amongst the living, or the dead. Which ever came first.
He was in love. He was truly in love. He could feel in it the deepest depths of his soul. But something ate at him. From the inside out. He was betraying Rachel. As much this beautiful creature looked like her, talked like her, even her mannerism were the same, he still felt that he had betrayed his beloved. And what to do with that but bottle it up.
Sorry about the shortness. It's hard to write this story. You try it! (lol) I only kid. Please R&R! Thankies!!