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Chapter one
Dreams to Haunt the Living
Cold, sooooo cold...Elizabeth Swann looked around her, she stood alone in the streets of Port Royale, now late at night, passed midnight as near as she could tell.
The moon shone only a little above her...each time she drew a breath it was like a thousand knives stabbing at her lungs , the air, soo cold...Each time she expelled her breath, the silvery cloud of moisture showed her just how cold it was.
She rubbed her hands up and down her arms, trying to keep warm , in wearing only her night shift.
" The Caribbean is NEVER this cold..."
She whispered to herself, starting to walk along , only now realizing what part of Port Royale she was in...the end of it that a Lady like her should never be in, even with company...
The heels of her slippers clicked on the cobblestones, oh how she wished they wouldn't...
Elizabeth passed many bars...each of them had many a drunken brawls going on inside...she sped up her pace, for it she were caught, she could have anything done to her in this end of Port Royale...Rape, torture, kidnappingeven murder her...And Will would never know what had happened to her...She cried at the thought of never being able to see Will's smiling face, hear his soft laughter again...
Tears rolled down her ivory cheeks and she picked up her pace , but the street's length infront of her never changed...Elizabeth broke into a run , and the street stretched out, to forever keep her there...knowing that safety was just beyong that horizon, no more than normally 500 yards , lay Will Turner's Smithy...but she was now beyond his help...to far...
There was a snap and Elizabeth Swann suddenly fell to the cold, wet, dirty cobblestones , the heel of her slipper had cracked and broken off, sending her into a fall.
She tried to move, but she could, she could feel anything, and was paralised from the neck down .
She heard the clicking of someone else's shoes...and into her view came a large fat, woman's foot, bound back in too small of leather pumps. The dress that the woman wore was ratty and dirty...Elizabeth looked up, trying to see, and what she saw, was a whore, with a tall slender man. His form was so farmiliar, but his face was too greatly blurred for Elizabeth to be able to recognize him.
The man grasped her upper arm, hauling her up to her feet...His was dark and shadowed, he laughed cruely and beat herbut his hands, his hands were so destinctly rough.
"No"
Elizabeth thought to herself, when she felt the callosed hand brush against her soft skin.
"Get up you vile bitch !"
Lady Swann had falled to ground once more, and he pulled her up again , beating her senseless she cried out for William Turner, her lover...but come he did not.
The man laughed again and a faint shimmer of the moon's light shone upon him, illuminating his brown eyesthose captivating brown eyes...
He rose his hand to strike her again, but changed his mind...his hand, instead passed right through her chest, and gripped her heart, ripping it from her, he laughed
"You're not going to need this anymore !"
Elizabeth gasped and clutched her breast, now covered in her own blood. The sun rose and showed her, her attacker...She screamed upon recognition, for it was