Elizabeth thinks about all she has lived through. Post CotBP. Very slight Sparrabeth. One-shot.
A/N: hope you enjoy this :) (short fic again)
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Reflecting
Elizabeth Swann was sitting on the wooden stairs of the Black Pearl's deck, staring at the darkening sky as the sun disappeared below the horizon. It's last rays of light, reflecting upon the sea's surface, illuminated the deep waters.. The luster of the stars, appearing as the darkness and cold of the night took place.
How did she end up here? On a ship? Living a pirate's life of all lives?
Just a few months ago, she was set to marry Commodore James Norrington. That moment of her life felt like ages ago now that she thought of it, so much had happened since then, so much that she never would've believed if she hadn't lived it.
Pirates, ghosts, curses… All those things she didn't believe in; those things nobody would believe in, unless they saw it with their own eyes of course.
Well she did.
She obviously knew pirates existed, they had fascinated her when she was younger and she knew all about them. She never thought she'd meet a real pirate in her life, yet here she was, travelling with one.
That pirate was no ordinary pirate, bad luck seemed to follow him everywhere and she wondered how he was still alive and healthy. He did have some sparks of good luck from time to time to save him from his problems and he sure knew how to take advantage of it. He also had a way of getting himself out of tight situations that almost never failed him.
He was Jack Sparrow, captain of the Black Pearl.
She remembered their first meeting, when he had saved her from drowning. She didn't know he was a pirate at the time, but now that she did, she also knew he was a good man. He could've left her to drown, he didn't even know her, yet he risked his safety and freedom for hers, and for that she was grateful
And the Black Pearl, as she was on it at the moment, was probably the only ship of the Caribbean that could overtake even the fastest of ships like the Interceptor. Crewed by the dead and captained by Barbossa when Elizabeth boarded it for the first time, the Pearl was one hell of a ship, but she liked it.
Now that Jack was back in command of his ship, after 10 years of it being in the command of Captain Barbossa, the ship was finally free of its curse.
Curses, something she never would've believed in, but it was true, all of it.
Would I have believed in a curse of undead pirates? Elizabeth thought to herself, remembering when, in the moonlight, the Black Pearl's crew revealed their true form. They were cursed pirates, unable to die, yet unable to feel or taste anything. Drink would not satisfy, food turned to ash in our mouths… She remembered Barbossa telling her that her blood was needed to break this curse. Of course it hadn't been hers that they needed, but the real Turner, Will.
She'd known Will for a long time, met him at sea, when they were both young. Somehow, both she and Will ended up sailing with pirates and learning of things they would never had believed in.
But it wasn't all so bad was it? She preferred freedom, life with her father had always been boring, as if she was imprisoned, this was a change.
Elizabeth knew that if she ever returned to Port Royal, she'd miss the sea, she'd miss the feeling of the wind in her hair, and above it all, the company of a certain Captain Jack Sparrow.
The End
Edit: Thank you again Buckhunter !
