"Bloody...Wizards?"
-Elizabeth Turner
A story of when Pirates meet Wizards
A/N: R & R please!
Chapter Nine: Decision (Elizabeth Swann)
Elizabeth sat on her bed back at the manor, staring blankly at the door in front of her, a piece of parchment limply dangling from her hand with pathetic excuses covering its front. Why didn't he just tell her the truth? Did he really think she would have been thick enough to believe the lie he fed her about his father being up and about? Just because she was a woman didn't mean she was dense. She hated the universal opinion men had about woman intelligence and inferiority. With her luck it wouldn't change until she had parted from the world.
She sighed and cocked her head to one side, gazing at the parchment. Maybe she had looked over something crucial in his writing. Clearly there was nothing written on the back, since she was looking at it now.
She flipped it back over and, once again, read what it said.
"My dearest Elizabeth,
I wanted to start out by apologizing to you for what I've done. I did not forget about our important day and I have not found another woman who exceeds your exceptional ability to draw me into your heart like a moth to a flame. The reason for my unforgivable act (or lack there of), is that Jack Sparrow has found my father, and he's alive. I had to see it for myself and along the way I discovered the horrible truth also that Barbosa has risen and acquired himself a new ship and a different crew. We've set off to seek the rest of his old crew, those who remain alive and refuse to join forces with Barbosa, to hunt him down, find the medallion and return it once and for all. Like last time. I know you, Elizabeth, of all people would jump at an opportunity to go on another adventure like this one, but I can't risk having you held hostage again and I would die if you were hurt or worse, killed. Please forgive me for leaving you behind, but, and I think your father would agree with me, it's in your best interest that you remain behind.
Love for eternity, pirate of your heart,
William Turner."
She threw it to the side and looked out the window. How could something like this happen to someone like her? It wasn't very fair or right. As much as she was angry with him, she also was starting to miss him, even though she'd just seen him yesterday.
She made up her mind. She quickly changed out of her undergarments and slipped on a soldier uniform. As tight as it was, it was quite revealing.
Screw it, she thought. She'd just have to ignore the odd looks she'd get from people.
She quietly threw the covers off of her bed, pulled the sheets off and tied them together. That should be enough to get her to the ground from her window.
Alas, it was. She climbed down to the ground and quickly ran through the open front gate. Once she was a few yards away from her home, she stood up straighter and quickened her pace to Commodore Norrington's quarters.
He looked up from his desk, as she softly closed the door, and grinned.
"Miss Swann, are you determined to give women the rights they don't deserve…or are you trying to deceive me and look like a man? Either way, it's not working."
She glared at him, "Will's gone after Barbosa again. I need a ship and…"
He laughed, "You expect me to go waltzing after Turner again? I think not, lassie," he said, standing up, walking around the desk and grabbing her arm, "I'll escort you back to the governor's…"
She wrenched her arm out of his grasp, "No! I have to go after him!"
"We've heard that story before, Miss Swann. I don't think your father will be inclined to let you go gallivanting after pir…"
"I'm not asking this as a favor!" she aggressively said, "I'm telling you," she finished, pulling her father's pistol from her pocket. Of course, she'd never actually hurt anybody with it unless they were threatening her or anyone else's life, but Norrington didn't have to know that.
His hands went up and his eyes snapped to the pistol, "Elizabeth, I know you're not going to use that. You can face the facts either now, or later when you find out the hard way. He's left you, he doesn't want to marry you, he's abandon you for another woman who can meet his needs more accurately than you can. It's time you make a choice. You can either lower your father's pistol, give up on Will and find someone worthy of yourself or you can chase after him only to find him in the arms of another woman."
Her arm was trembling and tears had begun to spill down her cheeks, "Don't!" she said through clenched teeth, "Don't say that!"
"I'm only telling you the truth," he calmly said.
Her breathing was rough and she didn't want to believe him, but knew it must be true. Why else would he lie to her? He wasn't coming back.
She slowly lowered the pistol and broke down crying, collapsing into Commodore Norrington's arms.
