Alrighty then...Here's Chappy Two! Small changes have been made, just not alot...again, have fun reading!
Disclamier: Me own nothing, only Shyla! So, yeah!
Chapter Two: Meeting Mr. Smithy!
Elizabeth and I were talking when Norrington walked up to us. I sighed and rolled my eyes at him. He always seemed to come when we were talking about...important things I should say. How we both hated him.
"Looks like your future husband, Liz is walking toward us." I said and looked at her. She sighed and looked back, then back to me.
"Oh, good. First, I can't breath. Now I have to deal with him." she said. And I smiled and nodded. I was rubbing off on her.
"May I have a moment?" he asked Elizabeth. Gillette asked me the same thing. We walked with them, near the edge of the fort.
"You look lovely, Shyla." Gillette said. I nodded and smiled at him, being nice.
"Thank you, Gillette." I said. He looked at me, looking me over, then his eyes went back to my face.
"I am, going to seem too forward, and I apologize for doing so." he started.
I looked out toward the ocean, and smiled. Me and Mother would watch the ocean when I was younger, and then Lizzie was born, and that's when she died, not that I blame Lizzy, I don't. I just loved to watch them, and I would bring Lizzy to watch and tell her of what things mother would tell me. Besides, Mother died a few years after Lizzy was born.
"I have known you most of your life, and mine. It seems as though I am missing one thing though. A marriage to a fine woman. You Shyla have become a fine woman." he said. I nodded, and once again smiled.
"I'm a bit nervous, and--" he was cut off by Norrington yelling my sisters name. I looked and seen him looking down at the waters. I knew that's where she was, and without a second thought I ran for the docks.
(On the Docks)
When I reached the docks, I saw a man holding her over his shoulder and coming out of the waters.
"Elizabeth!" I yelled and ran over to them. Let her be alright!
"She's not breathing." one of the soldiers said. I looked at him and began to worry. Then the man that saved her came through.
"Move." he said, making his way to my sister. He cut the corset.
"Sir, what do you think you are doing?" I asked perplexed. He looked at me for a moment. (Perplexed is a awesome word!)
"Saving her life." he said and took the corset off of her. She then spit out some water.
"I never would've thought of that." the man said once again. I rolled my eyes at him, navy's are complete idiots.
"Clearly, you've never been to Singapore." the man said. Then he looked at the necklace around my sister's neck. I knew he would ask about it.
"Where did you get that?" he asked narrowing his brow. I looked at him, she didn't answer. I did.
"Found it a long time ago, on a ship wreck. Elizabeth, are you alright?" I asked her. The man was still on his knees and now so was I. She nodded.
"Yes, Shyla. I'm fine." she said. I looked at the man.
"Thank you, you've saved my sister. I am gratefully in your debt for it." I said, and then I really looked at him as he done me.
He was beautiful. He had dark raven like hair that he wore in dreadlocks and decorated with trinkets, beads, and a whale bone, and dark pools of soulful eyes, with a bronze tan. He had a bandana on his head covering a little of his forehead, he had on a white shirt that was unbuttoned on one sleeve and the other was buttoned and on top of the shirt was a navy blue vest that would reach mid-thigh when standing. He also had on blue like pants and brown folded boots that reached under his knees, the whole pirate outfit. He also had a small sliver ring on his right forefinger. But there was not patch on the eyes, and that was the good thing.
"I'm Shyla Swann, this is my sister. Elizabeth." I said. He smiled a toothy smile. Flashing golden and white teeth.
"Smith…Or Smithy if you'd like." he said with a friendly smile. I stood up and heard my father.
"Elizabeth, are you alright?" he asked. She nodded as he put his coat around her.
"Yes, father I'm fine." she said. I smiled at Smithy, and then noticed a musket pointed in his face, I turned and looked to see Norrington standing there.
"On your feet." Norrington said. This was making me mad. Father I guess had a wrong impression, as I heard him speak and I didn't like what came out.
"Shoot him." he said. I looked at father, and then Smith. I stood in front of him arms crossed in front of my chest.
"Shyla, move." father said. I shook my head with a mad look on my face. Clearly Norrington saw it. For he sneered, and I sneered right back. I really hate that man and his wig wearing ways.
"Father, are you mad or what. This man saved Elizabeth from drowning. Surely you don't intend to kill him?" I asked. Father sighed.
"Commodore, do you really intend to kill my rescuer?" Elizabeth asked.
He sighed, and shook his head. I smirked and stepped aside, crossing my arms across my chest, Smith done a gesture to thank me and Lizzie with his hands, sorta like praying, and he smirked. He turned back to Norrington, who sighed.
"I believe thanks are in order." Norrington said reaching out his right hand. Smith reached out to shake his hand hesitantly but none the less, and commodore pulled up his sleeve. Showing a scar of a P. I just stood there, and watched.
"Had a brush with the East India Trading Company, did we…Pirate?" Norrington asked spitting the last part out with hate. I gasped and turned to look at Smith, who looked at me, he gave me a apologetic grin, then looked back to Norrington.
"Hang him." father said. Smith looked at him like saying, excuse me? This was starting to make me angry.
"Well, well. Jack Sparrow, isn't it?" Norrington said after pulling his sleeve the rest of the way up.
"Captain Jack Sparrow, if you please, Sir." Jack said after looking at the men with guns. Then I had to say something.
Ok, that's all for now. Like I said, and I'll say it again...short changes! Well, I hoped you liked it...until next time! REVIEW PLEASE!
Leya