I own nothing sadly. Okay, I'm just estimating the time frame of the first Pirates movie. I changed the time frame from thirty years to forty years in the flashbacks because it would make more sense for a man of sixty to be in a wheelchair. Please read and review!
Prolouge
Port Royal 1711
Will Turner, elderly and barely able to walk sat quietly at the abandoned Port Royal Opera House in a wheelchair. With him was his youngest child, a daughter by the name of Margerite. She had dark curls and soft hazel eyes, her skin was a soft flesh pink, much like her mother's. She smiled at her father as they watched the auctioneer ramble on pieces of the opera house. The auctioneer holds up and intreging music box. It was in the shape of a monkey in Arabic style clothes with cymbles in his paws. Will raises his hand to bid but a woman, once know for doning men's clothing and a friend of him and his deceased wife Elizabeth, Anamaria. She had too raised her gloved hand. She wore a navy dress and her silver hair was in a bun. They bidded raising the price higher and higher. Anamaria went to raise her hand once more but glanced over to get a better look at her competitore. Upon relizing that it was Elizabeth's, may she rest in peace, husband Will she let her hand fall to her side. Margerite went up to collect the monkey and she gingerly placed it his her father's lap.
"Thank you," Will said in low whisper to her giving her a smile. Margerite smiled back and returned to behind the wheelchair. After the auction she and her father would go to the carrige awaiting them outside. Her older brother Andrew was caring for the horses along with the second oldest Cora. Andrew was the third child born of the Turners. They would pick up Cora's husband and two children, Andrew's fiance and the oldest, William Turner along with his wife and children.
The auctioneer said in a booming voice that echoed in the dusty and cobwebbed place, startling the few in there, "And now Lot 666, a chandeleir in pieces. You may recall the strange affair of the Phantom of the Opera, a mystery never fully explained. We are told that ladies and gentlemen that this is the chandelier that figures in the event. Our workers have repaired it so we can get a glipse of what it may look like when fully assembled. If you may gentlemen!" The chandleir was hoisted up, swinging and making a clear ringing sound as the crystals and silver chains bumbed into each other.
Will watched as the chandeleir is pulled higher and higher, entranced. His mind wanders back to many years before…