Summary: This is the movie pirates of the Caribbean with the story told through the eyes of Elizabeth Swann.

Disclaimer: I don't own anything, not even the storyline.

Chapter Three

My eyes snapped open as I felt a sudden rush of air to my lungs. I spluttered water from my mouth, and found myself to be wet. I also noticed that my dress was gone, and the corset had been removed too, therefore allowing me to breathe.

"Never would've thought of that." I heard a voice say, and I looked up to see two guards and a strange man standing over me. The guards I didn't pay much attention too, as I had seen many guards before. The man, however, was intriguing. He had long hair covered by a hat, and was abnormally long, giving him a rough appearance, which told me he wasn't a respectable gentleman. His hands were also filthy and he was wearing odd clothes.

"Clearly you've never been to Singapore." The man, or pirate, as I assume he is. He then looked at me, and I looked down to see he was staring at the medallion, which was no longer hidden by my dress, as I was no longer wearing my dress. I looked at him guiltily, and saw disbelief in his eyes as he picked it up.

"Where did you get that?" He asked suspiciously.

Before I could reply, I heard footsteps nearby and saw Norrington put his sword in the pirates face. He was backed up by guards.

"On your feet." Norrington told him, and the pirate obeyed.

"Elizabeth!" I heard my father exclaim and looked up, from where I was still lying on the ground, to see him standing with Norrington.

My father bent down and helped me up.

"Are you alright?" He asked worriedly, holding me close to him.

"Yes," I said, unable to look away from the pirate who was standing there with about five swords pointed at him. "I'm fine."

I noticed my father look at a guard, who was holding my corset. I almost laughed when the guard realized he was being looked at and dropped the corset before pointing to the pirate.

"Shoot him." My father said outraged.

"Father." I said in a voice that was quite commanding, as I didn't want this man to be killed for saving my life.

I turned to look at Norrington. "Commodore, do you really intend to kill my rescuer?" I said, making my voice accusing without seeming harsh.

The commodore looked a bit confused as he looked from me to my father, before putting his sword away.

The pirate looked at me, put his hands together and slightly bowed his head. I almost smiled at his gratitude, but refrained from doing so because of the tension still surrounding the men.

"I believe thanks are in order." Norrington said, holding his hand out to the pirate. The pirate seemed to hesitate before shaking hands with Norrington. I found it amusing how girly he had looked while hesitating, meaning nothing against my gender of course, but he didn't seem very manly.

Norrington pulled him closer, and using his other hand pushed the man's sleeve up.

"Had a brush with the East India Trading company, did we, pirate?" Norrington said, and I saw a blue tattoo, which resembled a 'P' but I couldn't really see it properly.

I knew it! I thought almost gleefully. He is a pirate, I meet a pirate! I remembered as a child I had always wanted to meet a pirate, and after having that dream this morning, I felt more in touch with that dream, and actually felt some joy at the situation, as crazy as that seems.

"Hang him!" My father said in a dignified manner, after hearing the word pirate.

"Keep your guns on him men." Norrington commanded, then addressed one soldier. "Gillette, fetch some irons."

Norrington pulled the pirate's sleeve up even further to reveal another tattoo, this one I couldn't see at all really, it was just a bunch of blue lines.

"Well, well." Norrington said knowingly, and I wanted to know what he had found out. "Jack Sparrow, isn't it?" Norrington flung Sparrow's arm away.

Sparrow tried to find dignity and stood up properly. "Captain Jack Sparrow, if you please, sir."

"Well, I don't see your ship," Norrington ridiculed. "...Captain."

"I'm in the market," Jack replied almost smugly. "As it were."

"He said he'd come to commandeer one." One of the soldiers that had been with Jack when I had woken said, and I almost felt annoyed with them.

"Told ya he was telling the truth." The other soldier bragged. "These are his, sir."

He gave Norrington a whole bunch of pirate stuff, which I would have loved to admire, but knew it was inappropriate to ask such a request.

"No additional shots nor powder." Norrington said, taking a look at his gun, "A compass that doesn't point north." Norrington grinned mockingly, and unsheathed Jack's sword. "And I half expected it to be made of wood. You are without doubt the worst pirate I've ever heard of."

Jack only grinned, and pointed out. "But you have heard of me."

Norrington glared at Jack and grabbed him roughly round the arm.

"Commodore," I said, rushing after him. "I really must protest."

"Carefully, Lieutenant." Norrington advised, as the lieutenant started to put chains around Jack's wrists.

"Pirate or not this man saved my life." I said, positioning myself in front of Norrington with my back to the lieutenant and sparrow.

"One good deed is not enough to redeem a man of a lifetime of wickedness." Norrington told me, and he did seem to know what he was talking about.

"Though it seems enough to condemn him." Jack added from behind me. I turned to look at him as he spoke, before returning my attention to Norrington.

"Indeed." Norrington said strongly and I could see he seemed to loathe Jack.

"Finally." Jack said as the lieutenant walked away from him. Before I knew what was happening, Jack had come up behind me and put the chain between his hands around my neck.

I gasped and all the men stepped forward to aid me.

"Don't shoot!' My father cried.

"I knew you'd warm up to me." Sparrow said coldly. "Commodore Norrington, my effects please." He said in that same cold tone, before adding in a lighter tone. "And my hat."

'God damn you.' I thought, both angrily and fearfully. 'I was standing up for you, you son of a bitch.'

When Norrington hesitated, Sparrow said. "Commodore!" in a warning tone.

Norrington turned and got his effects from a nearby soldier.

"Elizabeth." Sparrow said, addressing me. "It is Elizabeth isn't it?"

"It's Miss Swann." I said angrily, trying to keep at least some of my dignity.

"Miss Swann, if you'd be so kind." He said, indicating for me to take his effects from Norrington. I hesitated, not wanting to do what he told me, but not knowing what else to do.

"Come, come, dear. We don't have all day." Sparrow said, and I took his effects from Norrington. Sparrow spun me around so that I faced him and pointed his gun, which he got from my hands, at my head. "Now if you'll be very kind."

I put his hat on his head, and reached around him to strap on his sword, feeling angry and disgusted at the way he was looking at me.

"Easy on the goods, darling." He told me almost flirtatiously.

"Your despicable." I spat back angrily.

"Sticks and stones, love." He told me simply. "I save your life, you saved mine, we're square."

I hated to admit it, but he did have some sort of logic in that statement.

He spun me around again, the gun still at my head, and, slowly walking backwards, spoke to the soldiers.

"Gentlemen," he announced, then looked a me. "Milady. You will always remember this as the day that you almost caught Captain Jack Sparrow!"

He then pushed me at the soldiers to make his escape. I didn't se his escape of course coz I had fallen into Norrington, who had actually caught me quite well.

"Now will you shoot him?" my father asked from one side of me, as Norrington, whom I was still cuddling up against yelled out

"Open fire."

Then the soldiers started firing at Sparrow, before they all ran after him, leaving me to go back to the house with my father.

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