Summary: Elizabeth is awoken by a sound in the middle of the night and discovers a hidden room. One-shot. Post COTBP.
Prompt: Secret doors
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The Pirate In The Secret Room
Was it a knock that had woken her?
Elizabeth Swann lifted her head, sleepily gazing around her room. She blinked, noting that nothing seemed out of place. She closed her eyes and laid her head back down. She had just begun to drift off when the noise came again, jolting her wide awake.
Knock. Knock.
For a moment, she was terrified, remembering the last abnormal night- she'd been kidnapped by pirates then. She dreaded to know what the odd knocking was.
But something told Elizabeth that the knocking wasn't going to stop on its own. She was brave in the face of her pirate captors then, and she would be brave again now.
She rose from her bed, trying to be as silent as possible. She pulled her robe on over her nightgown and lit her bedside candle, holding it before her as she scanned her room for any sign of what was possibly making the strange knocking sound.
She knew for certain that it was no one rapping on the door, for that was made of would and the sound seemed to come from the marble wall of the main structure of the building. But she had to pause to listen again, for she didn't know which wall it came from.
Knock. Knock.
It came from her right, near her wardrobe.
Elizabeth cautiously approached the piece of furniture, moving slowly so as not to make any sudden noises that would scare off whatever it was that was causing the sound. She reached it just as the knock came again.
She hesitated, swallowed, and swung the doors of the wardrobe open.
Nothing.
Nothing but her dresses.
She frowned, puzzled. That doesn't make any sense at all. The noise came from over here, I'm sure of it.
Knock. Knock.
She froze. The knocking, the familiar rapping of someone's knuckles, came directly from the other side of the back of the wardrobe. As far as she knew, it was all a solid wall behind the piece of furniture. Surely, she would know about any secret rooms, having lived in this very manor for eight years.
But…
Knock. Knock.
She was sorely mistaken. There was something on the other side of the wardrobe.
Elizabeth didn't know what to do. It would be unwise to open up and enter the room with a mysterious stranger inside, but it certainly would be an even worse decision to leave the intruder alone in there. She didn't want to open it, yet she knew that she would never be able to return to sleep if she left it be.
She pushed aside her dresses, feeling along the back of the wooden wardrobe. She found that the back was not secured to the wall behind it- there was probably a giant gap in the wall itself, a gap that led into the hidden room.
She closed her eyes and took a deep breath to prepare herself.
She swung open the door to the secret room, the light filling it up. She froze and stared at the sight before her. It wasn't the dust and the cobwebs that had made her stop in her tracks, but the sight of who it was inside.
It was Captain Sparrow himself.