14 July, 1705
Governor's Mansion
Port Royal, Jamaica
As was entirely expected, James proposed to me this afternoon. I must admit I wasn't entirely prepared for it. It didn't help matters that my bloody corset (please excuse the language, I apologize) was making any possible chance of breathing disappear. I passed out and fell from the overlook at Fort Charles into the ocean below. It wasn't James nor any other Navy man that saved me, but a pirate! Think of it! He even took the dress I was wearing off of me, and let it sink to the bottom of the ocean. It was extremely unfortuante, for my father had only just given it to me this morning. Once he had gotten me up on the dock, he cut off my corset with a knife. I must say it was the most humiliating moment of my life. Luckily, James, Lieutenant Gillette, my father and a few soldiers hastened to greet us, and my father put his jacket around my shoulders before anyone else should see me in my underdress. I protested them shooting my rescuer, only to find that he was a pirate. Captain Jack Sparrow to be exact. They arrested him after learning this bit of information, but without notice, he threw the chain that bound his wrists around my neck and pointed a gun to my head. He then forced me to replace his weapons and other possessions on his person. The man, if you can call him a man, then proceeded to escape, all the while, Navy officers shooting off their muskets at him. He was captured later in Mr. Brown's blacksmith shop, and thrown into the jail at the fort.
I have heard that it was the owner, Mr. Brown who assisted in his capture, but that man is so intoxicated all the time that I hardly believe nor except the idea that he could stop this pirate. I trust that it was entirely Mr. Will Turner, Mr. Brown's apprentice, who stopped Jack Sparrow, and not Mr. Brown at all. But whoever it was doesn't matter, all that does is that Jack Sparrow will hang come morning, and the world shall be rid of yet another menace to society.
I think that I have just heard cannon fire! I shall investigate. Perhaps it is just a ritual for Commodore Norrington's promotion. Whatever the case, it is late and this entry long, but I had so much to tell!
Elizabeth Anne Swann