Elizabeth sat on the bed, eyes bloodshot from crying. There was a polite knock at the door. This was not the first time she had been taken from the ones she loved. Three years ago, as you know, Elizabeth was taken from her home of Port Royal. (You should know the story. If you don't, watch Pirates of the Caribbean again.) Elizabeth didn't answer the knock at the door. A man burst in any way. "I see you've finally stopped your blubbering," he said. "Good the master was getting worried. Well I've got a new gown for you to wear. The Master doesn't like to see ladies in trousers." Elizabeth didn't move. "Come on now, you want to look nice for your host now don't you," trying to play on her up bringing. It didn't work though. Elizabeth did get up and off the bed, but she picked up the dress and threw it out the window.
"Come now, that isn't the proper thing to do now is it?" said a man at the door.
"Master, I tried, she wouldn't move," sniveled the servant.
"That is quite enough," said the Master. "Go down to the seamstress's shop and bring her back here. Miss. Elizabeth obviously doesn't like my gift." The man stepped into the light. Elizabeth gasped
"Commodore Norrington!" she said.
"Yes Elizabeth, but I am no longer Commodore. Some of the methods I used for the capture of Jack Sparrow were not as proper as the Royal Navy wanted."
"Why did you bring me here?"
"Simple, your William will come to get you and Jack will inevitably follow. I must catch him." The former Naval officer had a deranged look in his eyes. Something wasn't right and Elizabeth knew it wasn't going to be good for her or Will. The servant returned with the seamstress and the two men left.
"What's wrong miss?" asked the seamstress as she slipped a white dressing gown over her head.
"They're going to use me as bait for my husband and his friend. I can't do a gull darned thing about it." Elizabeth stomped her foot.
"Do hold still miss, I'd hate to prick you. Your not helpless my dear. I can look for you two man and warn them about the Master's plan."
"You would do that for me. We don't even know each other."
"Well, I won't do this for free."
"Name your price," Elizabeth eagerly replied.
"You and I are going to get along just fine⦠Do hold still, I hate working on a moving target."
