Nothing Goes To Plan.
Summary: On the night of Will and Elizabeth's Engagement party, A tragedy occurs. A distant relation turns up to 'help' sort Elizabeth's affairs. He wants Elizabeth's inherited fortune - and Will is never to be seen again if the mysterious character gets his way…
Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters, places, plots etc from Walt Disney's Pirates Of the Caribbean. This was created merely for entertainment. Any offence is not intended.
A/N: Hello! I have kept you waiting for another of my 'fics' for long enough…looks guilty and boy oh boy have I had it from the dear captainme; and since she's forced me to write this prologue, It's being dedicated to her! I promise that I will write more of my Jack/Ana if anyone shows interest, but this is a little something I've been dreaming up whilst looking at my oh so exciting bedroom ceiling. Hope you enjoy!
This is just a taster, or a prologue if you want to use the 'official' terms. So, if you enjoy this, please please please review and I will start the story for real!!!
Thanks a lot, Stacey xXx
Chapter One: PROLOUGE
Governor Weatherby Swann stood in the heart of a bustling ballroom, glowing down at his daughter in pride. She sat next to his stationed form, just as proud as he was. The loving father beamed and looked to Will, who sat by stiffly by her - looking quite daunted by the prospect of rich, powerful and uninviting people congratulating him on his engagement to his cherished Elizabeth.
The Governor tenderly stroked his arm (which had been playing up a lot lately) and clinked his class with a silver spoon for an announcement to the room. It immediately fell silent to honour the Governor.
He cleared his rasping throat and looked out at the awaiting room. Happy and confident, he began his speech; 'I'd like to congra- congratul-'. He glanced at Will through his coughs, to see that Will was anxiously awaiting his next words. Wishing away his aliments, he continued: 'I beg your pardon, Ladies and gentlemen! As I was saying, I would like to congratulate my daughter and-'
He froze.
He dropped.
The crowd gasped…
That was not meant to happen.
A/N: That's your lot! There was more, but I thought that this would do for a mere prologue. Review on your way out please! –Dedicated to captainme-