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.
A/N: Sorry I haven't updated in ages. Will probably update a few more chapters in the next few days.
Chapter Seven
I found myself standing there, looking out the window at the mysterious island, which was our destination, as fear grew in my heart. We were at the island, and they were going to kill me, like that captain said. The island looked completely ordinary, and I would have considered it even to be pretty. But because of the fear it brought me, knowing why I was here, all I could see was the dark and ugly side of it.
I jumped as I heard the door open, and turned around to see about four pirates standing there, one of them holding a rope.
"Time to go, Poppet." The pirate holding the rope said, and I felt chills run up my spine.
They took me outside and tied my hands together. I stood there, my face stony, trying not to show my fear. If I was going to die at the hands of their barbarians, I would not die without pride.
Barbossa then pulled my hair behind my shoulders and put the medallion around my neck, before boarding me into a rowboat with the rest of the pirates and sailing us across the water, towards the dreaded island. Once arriving at the Island the boats went into a cave at the side of the Island. It was the kind of cave always used in pirate stories. Ironic, isn't it.
My heart caught in my chest as the boats were ported and I was taken into the cave itself. Despite all my fear it was a marvellous sight, as the cave was filled with unimaginable amounts of precious jewels and treasures. I wished I could have stood there and admired it, but I was forced forward. When we finally stopped walking I was greeted with a sight that truly took my breath away. There, in the middle of all the treasure was a box. It was about up to my knee and made of stone, with strange carvings engraved on it. It wasn't just the look of the box that took my breath away. It was its meaning. There was something that told me this box was more then it seemed.
I blinked and turned at the sounds of pirates throwing treasures and such from all sides of me, taking away the heavy hold the box had just had on me. I didn't get much time to ponder all of this, as the black pirate who had been dragging me, gave me a hard shove from behind and lead me forward, through the mountains of treasure towards the box.
I was made to stand in front of the box, facing the pirates, while captain Barbossa gave them a speech.
"Gentlemen, the time has come! Our salvation is nigh! Our torment is near at end." I felt myself grow uncomfortable standing there and eager for his speech, which seemed to be just building up, to be over, as facing whatever torture and death they had planned for me seemed better then facing my questions and not knowing what will happen.
"For ten years we've been tested and tried, and each man jack of you here has proved his mettle a hundred times over and a hundred times again!" Barbossa continued.
"Suffered, I have." One of the stupid pirates called from the crowd, but I didn't even notice who, as I felt my fear rise again, and tried hard to stop myself from crying.
"Punished, we were. The lot of us - disproportionate to our crimes! Here it is" Barbossa kicked the lid of the box which felt towards me, making me leap back to avoid being hit. I was in awe as the contents of the box, or should I say, treasure chest, were all medallions, exactly like the one around my neck.
"…The cursed treasure of Cortés himself." Barbossa walked along the other side of the chest, running his hand through the gold as he walked. "Every last piece that went astray, we have returned…save for this." Barbossa pointed the piece hanging around my neck. I felt my heart pounding in my ears as the pirates cheered at that moment. I felt absolute fear take over me, but finally bit it down, for the final piece of Barbossa's speech.
"And who among us has paid the blood sacrifice owed to the heathen gods?" Barbossa cried out.
"Us!" The pirates all yelled in return.
"And whose blood must yet be paid?" I gulped at that question.
"Hers!" The pirates all yelled, and I did not like the sound of that. One of the pirates mimed cutting his own throat as he said that and pointed at me. I stepped back in fear.
"You know the first thing I'm goin' to do after the curse is lifted?" Barbossa asked as the pirates all laughed at that prospect. Then Barbossa looked me in the eye and aimed the final part at me. "Eat a whole bushel of apples."
He laughed, and grabbed the back of my neck, pushed me down, so that my face was only inches away from the gold in the chest. I then saw, out of the corner of my eye, Barbossa grab a knife with his other hand and hold it up.
"Begun by blood…by blood undone." Barbossa almost whispered those words, as though they had a sentimental meaning to him. He then ripped the medallion from my neck and placed it in my hand. He raised the knife, and swiftly cut my hand, causing me to gasp in shock and pain. I looked from Barbossa to my hand and back again.
"That's it?" I asked incredulously, unable to believe that was what I feared so much.
"Waste not." Barbossa told me, and forced my fist shut on the medallion, causing my blood to cover it. He then made me drop the medallion into the chest. When he let go of my hand I held it close to me, then looked at it, feeling sickened by the smell of blood and the deep cut I now bore. I then realized something wasn't right. The pirates were all silent as the looked upon each other, and themselves.
"Did it work?" The silence was broken by a simple question.
"I don't feel no different." Another pirate added.
"How do we tell?" A third asked.
Barbossa reached for his pistol and shot the final speaker, much to everyone's shock.
The pirate froze, as though stunned, then looked down at his shoulder, where the bullet had entered his skin.
"You're not dead." The black pirate said, surprised.
"No." The pirate that had been shot replied, seeming to be in between shock and joy. "He shot me!" The pirate continued, and pointed a finger at Barbossa.
More pirates cried out, as they all added up in their heads what this meant.
"It didn't work."
"The curse it still upon us!"
As this went on I continued to stare ahead, hoping that if I stayed still enough they wouldn't direct any attention to me. It worked, in theory.
"You, maid." Barbossa cried out, and I turned to face him. "Your father, what was his name?"
I stood there silently, and he started to shake me.
"Was your father William Turner?" Barbossa roared angrily.
"No." I replied harshly, a hint of a smile on my lips as I said it.
"Where's his child?" Barbossa asked angrily, shaking me again. He then released me and picked up a piece of gold. "The child that sailed from England eight years ago," Barbossa held the piece of bloodied gold near my chin, forcing me to lean back a little bit. "The child in whose veins flows the blood of William Turner. Where?"
Barbossa then fell silent again, awaiting my answer. I already knew that the child must be Will for many reasons. Because the gold was his, because the man Barbossa spoke of had the exact same name as Will, William Turner. And because deep down I knew it must be him. But also, deep down I knew that I couldn't betray Will, so I remained silent.
Barbossa looked at me angrily, then I felt the harsh sting of his hand making contact with my face, and the pain of hitting the gold covered ground, before my mind let go of its consciousness.
The next thing I knew there was a hand around my mouth. I jumped awake, and went to scream when I saw that it was Will. He held his finger to his mouth then indicated for me to follow him. He let go of my mouth, his hand going to my cheek as I sat up. I turned to look at my other side and saw the medallion. I grabbed it, getting a handful of dirt on the way. I then followed Will quietly though the water the other side. He grabbed my hand and helped me out of the water. We then took all the oars from the pirates rowboats before going to our own. We both got into the rowboat and rowed away from the island to where I could see the Interceptor in the distance, leaving a trail of oars in our path.
Will helped me onto the ship, and when I looked up, after climbing aboard I was surprised, as instead of guards and sailors, I found a bunch of men so strangely dressed that they could only be one thing.
"Not more pirates." I said regretfully, as I took a few steps back.
"Welcome aboard, Miss Elizabeth." One of the pirates came forward with the greeting.
He looked familiar…
"Mr. Gibbs?" I said in surprise as I recognized the pirate.
He smiled slightly, then turned to Will who was now aboard and standing next to me. "Hey, boy, where be Jack?"
"Jack?" I said to Will in both anger and surprise. "Jack Sparrow?"
Will looked at me as I spoke, then turned to Mr. Gibbs. "He fell behind." Will then put a hand an arm around my back, to show me what direction to go in, before placing a hand on each arm to lead me below deck. As we walked I heard the pirates begin to set sail, and one of the voices yelling out sounded female, but I was so confused and tired I didn't question anything that was happening. Not even the reason behind Will working with pirates to save me.