Disclaimer: I am not Disney. If I was, I would be a multi-billion dollar corporation. This storyline is my own, but Disney, feel free to take it, as long as I get to make a cameo!
If you've read my Heir to the Sword story, this is not related to it. Well, I don't think it will be. This one takes place after POTC 3, or maybe POTC 2, but Will and Elizabeth have been married for nearly a year.
Elizabeth Turner felt as if her arm would fall off. As hard as she fanned herself, she couldn't get cool. Why did these promotion ceremonies have to be held outside in the blazing sun? She couldn't wait for it to be over; her dress was very tight. And yet, there was no corset. It felt tighter, even though she had worn it recently to a dinner. Am I fat?
No, you're not fat, she silently berated herself. It's something else, I'm sure of it. Maybe I ate something that was spoiled…The ceremony drew to a close. Her vision went blurry, and her breathing came hard. People were leaving, so fortunately, she wasn't making a spectacle of herself. I must be sick. As she started walking down the steps, she almost stumbled, and felt a steadying arm wrap around her.
"Elizabeth? Are you alright?" She looked up into the deep brown eyes of her husband Will Turner. A feeling of guilt swept through her as she saw the concern behind the eyes.
"I'm fine. I just don't fell well," she murmured in a low voice so they wouldn't be overheard. He grasped her a bit more tightly, steering her through the small crowd.
"If you don't feel well you're not fine," he said. "Once we're home I'll get the doctor--"
"Will, I'll be alright. There's no need for a doctor," Elizabeth mumbled. She had always been strong and fit, and she didn't like feeling helpless. But she'd rather not see a doctor.
As if reading her mind, Will said, "Just because of that time you were sick a while back--"
"He put leeches on me! Living, wriggling leeches, crawling all over me!" She exclaimed. Luckily, they were alone on the street, and no one heard her outburst. Will started to laugh. "It wasn't pleasant, Will. Did you ever get leeches?"
"Yes," he said flatly, opening the door to their home. "And they weren't pleasant. But I'm still getting a doctor. One without leeches."
"If he brings anything that moves of it's own free will you'll pay!" she called out, laughing. But he was already out the door again. She let out a breath she didn't even realize she'd been holding. She'd tried to convince Will that she was fine, but there was no denying it. Something was wrong with her. Elizabeth went up the stairs, looking for something else to wear. Something looser around the waist.
A while later, she started changing into a simple blue dress. As she was about to put the other garment on, she looked down at her stomach. With her slip on, she looked completely normal. She smoothed it out, and pulled on the dress. She still felt off. So it wasn't just a tight dress that did it.
"That's interesting," she said to herself. There was nothing she had eaten that Will hadn't eaten as well. Why was she sick and he wasn't? There was a sudden knocking on her door.
"Elizabeth! Are you decent?" Will called through the door. "The doctor is here."
"Yes! Come in," she said. The knob started to turn, but her vision went blurry again. She saw Will come in, followed by another man, and then she couldn't help it. She fainted.
Okay, I don't mind if you don't like it. It's a bit slow here, but it'll pick up. And even if you don't like it, I'm going to finish this story. Jack appears later, along with Bootstrap Bill.