This story as most stories do begins in the little town of Port Royal, but
this one takes an odd turn. The story of Rachel begins now!
Disclaimer: I only own the star of the show, Rachel!
Rachel always tried to avoid confrontations with the dead. Which is probably why she killed herself. That's right, a sword directly through the heart. But she was never holding the sword. A sword fight on the deck of The Pearl did her in.
But that's going too far into the present. If you go back, you'll see Rachel wasn't that far off the condition that our dear Elizabeth is in currently.
Rachel lived a dainty life as the governor's daughter in Port Royal. One of many daughters, she was the rebel. She would run along the upper palace walls, keeping her balance perfectly. While her sisters yelled at her to come down.
The day before her 17th birthday, Port Royal was attacked, her father killed, and she was taken from her home. Although not much of a home to her. She was glad to be taken away on an adventure with pirates. Glad to watch Port Royal sink into the horizon. Glad that she was running away.
They walked around her, saying nothing. She had invoked the right of Parlay and they all waited to see what the captain would do to the pretty young thing. She swung her legs happily, whistling "A Pirates Life for Me."
"You, girl," a sword cut through the silence.
She looked up to meet the drunken, brown eyes of the legendary Captain Jack Sparrow. His long, black hair was braided with beads and feathers of all sorts. And, she realized, his sword was pointed to her throat. When her smile didn't fade, he gave her a crooked smirk and sheathed his sword.
"Yes?" she said, still grinning.
"What's your name?" he squinted in the sun.
"Rachel," she told him.
"Rachel what?" he waved his arm in a circle.
"Does my last name matter?" she cocked her head, nastily.
"What are your terms then?"
"No terms. Just get me out of Port Royal," she grinned again.
"You want to come with us?" he looked confused.
"Aye," she stood. He looked her over, surveying every inch of her body.
"Get me my first mate!" he ordered no one in particular and a tall, burly, black man ran in the direction of the cabin.
The first thing she noticed on the man, who walked out of the door, was his wide-brimmed, black hat. It was tattered slightly and a feather stuck out one side. The hat sat upon a nest gold pulled into a ponytail. His hazel eyes seemed to seek out adventure and a blond goatee was barely sprouting around his carnation pink lips. He raised an eyebrow as he approached the captain.
"This is Nickolas Barbrossa. He'll be your caretaker while you sail with us, savvy?" he didn't wait for a response, but staggered uncertainly back to his quarters.
Watching him leave, Nickolas shook his head then turned to his new problem. "Ya got a name?" his eyes skimmed her body.
"Rachel," she curtsied.
"Ah, a lady?" he stared into her coffee-colored eyes.
"Anything but," she spat.
"Why'd you curtsy?" he narrowed his eyes.
"What?"
"You curtsied."
"So?" she shielded the sun.
"Ya don't wanna go curtsyin' if you wanna be a pirate."
"Whoever said I wanted to be one?" she asked, seemingly disgusted at the thought.
"Ya kinda gave it away when ya said ya'd be comin' with us, no?"
"Fine then," she nodded and turned to face the ocean. Abruptly she climbed onto the rail of the ship.
"Wh-What are ya doin'?" his eyes widened.
"I don't know, but I think I'm going to jump," she grinned to herself.
"No, no ya won't," he flinched.
She spun around and Nickolas put out his arms to catch her. But she never faltered. "You know, I'm supposed to be your charge?" she raised an eyebrow. "You aren't doing a very good job." She tipped forward and Barbrossa put out his arms to catch her, once more. She grinned, her golden curls whipping about her face.
"Are ya goin' to come down from there?"
"Likely not to," she smirked.
"And why not?" he asked.
"Because I like it up here," she turned to face the sea. Her hair flew back as she shut her eyes and inhaled the salty smell of the water. "It's beautiful."
"Aye, it is," he nodded, but Nickolas wasn't looking at the sea. His flaxen eyes were slowly running along her perfect curves. Her body fit so neatly into that blood red dress. The skin that was left bare appeared so smooth. He imagined kissing her tender neck. Her shuddering under his touch.
Suddenly, the ocean rocked the ship and Rachel fell from her perch. Nickolas immediately put out his arms and caught her. His eyes glided along her neck. Her low-cut dress gave way to high cleavage. Her ever perfect tanned face was so beautiful. Her coffee eyes gazed into his. "Ya have gorgeous eyes, Miss."
"Swann," she whispered. "My name is Rachel Swann."
"Aye, indeed, and what a lovely name it is."
Please tell what you think! THANK YOU CHRISTINE! You helped me sooooooo much with this part! She's the one who deserves the credit for this chapter, thanks again!!! (muah)
Disclaimer: I only own the star of the show, Rachel!
Rachel always tried to avoid confrontations with the dead. Which is probably why she killed herself. That's right, a sword directly through the heart. But she was never holding the sword. A sword fight on the deck of The Pearl did her in.
But that's going too far into the present. If you go back, you'll see Rachel wasn't that far off the condition that our dear Elizabeth is in currently.
Rachel lived a dainty life as the governor's daughter in Port Royal. One of many daughters, she was the rebel. She would run along the upper palace walls, keeping her balance perfectly. While her sisters yelled at her to come down.
The day before her 17th birthday, Port Royal was attacked, her father killed, and she was taken from her home. Although not much of a home to her. She was glad to be taken away on an adventure with pirates. Glad to watch Port Royal sink into the horizon. Glad that she was running away.
They walked around her, saying nothing. She had invoked the right of Parlay and they all waited to see what the captain would do to the pretty young thing. She swung her legs happily, whistling "A Pirates Life for Me."
"You, girl," a sword cut through the silence.
She looked up to meet the drunken, brown eyes of the legendary Captain Jack Sparrow. His long, black hair was braided with beads and feathers of all sorts. And, she realized, his sword was pointed to her throat. When her smile didn't fade, he gave her a crooked smirk and sheathed his sword.
"Yes?" she said, still grinning.
"What's your name?" he squinted in the sun.
"Rachel," she told him.
"Rachel what?" he waved his arm in a circle.
"Does my last name matter?" she cocked her head, nastily.
"What are your terms then?"
"No terms. Just get me out of Port Royal," she grinned again.
"You want to come with us?" he looked confused.
"Aye," she stood. He looked her over, surveying every inch of her body.
"Get me my first mate!" he ordered no one in particular and a tall, burly, black man ran in the direction of the cabin.
The first thing she noticed on the man, who walked out of the door, was his wide-brimmed, black hat. It was tattered slightly and a feather stuck out one side. The hat sat upon a nest gold pulled into a ponytail. His hazel eyes seemed to seek out adventure and a blond goatee was barely sprouting around his carnation pink lips. He raised an eyebrow as he approached the captain.
"This is Nickolas Barbrossa. He'll be your caretaker while you sail with us, savvy?" he didn't wait for a response, but staggered uncertainly back to his quarters.
Watching him leave, Nickolas shook his head then turned to his new problem. "Ya got a name?" his eyes skimmed her body.
"Rachel," she curtsied.
"Ah, a lady?" he stared into her coffee-colored eyes.
"Anything but," she spat.
"Why'd you curtsy?" he narrowed his eyes.
"What?"
"You curtsied."
"So?" she shielded the sun.
"Ya don't wanna go curtsyin' if you wanna be a pirate."
"Whoever said I wanted to be one?" she asked, seemingly disgusted at the thought.
"Ya kinda gave it away when ya said ya'd be comin' with us, no?"
"Fine then," she nodded and turned to face the ocean. Abruptly she climbed onto the rail of the ship.
"Wh-What are ya doin'?" his eyes widened.
"I don't know, but I think I'm going to jump," she grinned to herself.
"No, no ya won't," he flinched.
She spun around and Nickolas put out his arms to catch her. But she never faltered. "You know, I'm supposed to be your charge?" she raised an eyebrow. "You aren't doing a very good job." She tipped forward and Barbrossa put out his arms to catch her, once more. She grinned, her golden curls whipping about her face.
"Are ya goin' to come down from there?"
"Likely not to," she smirked.
"And why not?" he asked.
"Because I like it up here," she turned to face the sea. Her hair flew back as she shut her eyes and inhaled the salty smell of the water. "It's beautiful."
"Aye, it is," he nodded, but Nickolas wasn't looking at the sea. His flaxen eyes were slowly running along her perfect curves. Her body fit so neatly into that blood red dress. The skin that was left bare appeared so smooth. He imagined kissing her tender neck. Her shuddering under his touch.
Suddenly, the ocean rocked the ship and Rachel fell from her perch. Nickolas immediately put out his arms and caught her. His eyes glided along her neck. Her low-cut dress gave way to high cleavage. Her ever perfect tanned face was so beautiful. Her coffee eyes gazed into his. "Ya have gorgeous eyes, Miss."
"Swann," she whispered. "My name is Rachel Swann."
"Aye, indeed, and what a lovely name it is."
Please tell what you think! THANK YOU CHRISTINE! You helped me sooooooo much with this part! She's the one who deserves the credit for this chapter, thanks again!!! (muah)