A/n: Sorry I took so long, some of my friends asked me to write a POTC fanfic with them in it. I might post it on here if anyone is interested in reading it. Enjoy! and thanks for all the wonderful reviews!
(Port Royal)
(Elizabeth's Unconcious State of Mind)
(She wasn't too sure where she was but she guessed by the rough town that she was in Tortuga)
(As she looked around she saw the town was very different to when she last saw it)
(In fact it sort of looked newer and cleaner if that was possible)
(A collection of small bruised houses surrounded her)
(One particular one caught her eye)
(It was the smallest and in the worst condition)
(The only appealing thing about the house was the bright green crooked shaped door)
(Suddenly from the corner of her honey brown eyes she caught sight of a scrawny teenager running through the streets)
(His short thick black hair stood out against his pale white skin)
(His large chocolate brown eyes scanning the town)
(His oversized clothes loosely hung to his body)
(A small ringing from the gingling of the few coins he had in his pocket could be heard)
(Watching the path the young boy took she couldn't help but follow him)
(Following curiously as he entered the house with the bright green door)
(The windows were boarded up so she couldn't see into the house)
(Had there been no boards she doubted from the sight of the rest of the house)
(That the windows would have been in a good condition)
(As she stood in front of the door silently she quickly glanced around her)
(She was alone in the town)
(Before she realized what she was doing she reached out and grabbed the wooden door knob)
(Turning the knob she allowed herself into the house)
(The light from outside rushing into the house)
(Filling the dark, what appeared to be kitchen, with a sudden burst of light)
(Her eyes scanned the small kitchen for the young boy)
(However she soon realized that she was alone in the kitchen and he was no where to be found)
(Yet this fact did not stop her)
(Instead it seemed to make her more eager to find the young pale child)
(Closing the door behind her she made her way further into the house)
(With each step the fear of what lay hidden in the house vanishing)
(She found herself releasing the breath she did not know she had held in moments ago)
(As a small ray of light peeked in from the corner of a boarded up side window)
(Elizabeth stopped for a moment)
(The light had revealed a small badly constructed staircase to her right)
(While to her left a small room could be seen)
(Directly in front of her if she continued to walk down the corridor was another room)
(She stood silently)
(Listening intently for the slightest sounds to direct her)
(A faint cough came from her left)
(She spun around and found her self facing a beaten up brown door, barely hanging on it's hinges)
(A brass knob sticking out from the right hand side of the door gleamed at her appealingly)
(Without wasting a second she reached out and pulled open the door)
(Taking a subconcious note of the creaking as it opened)
(However the creaking and the state of the door were not on her mind at the current moment in time)
(For standing in the center of the room was the dark-haired boy)
(Towering over what appeared to be a...cradle???)
(True enough from the small giggles that left the cradle there was in fact a small baby resting inside)
(The young boy watched the child protectively as he made faces at the baby)
(Elizabeth smiled as she made her way over to them)
(The boy didn't seem to notice her nor did the baby for that matter)
(Instead the pair continued to play happily without even looking in Elizabeth's direction)
(As she turned to leave, happily for some reason knowing that the boy was safe)
(She heard the front door to the house swing open)
(The door hitting something rather hard causing the sound to fill the house)
(She watched as the boy jumped back in a combination of horror and shock)
(The baby stopped giggling and instead begun to wail)
(The boy ignored the baby and instead ran straight for the door)
(Thoughts and questions ran through Elizabeth's head)
Elizabeth: Was the boy not supposed to be here?????
(She wondered as she ran after the scrawny kid)
Male Voice: BOY! WHERE ARE YE, YE LAZY WORTHLESS PIECE OF NOTHING
(A horrfying voice screamed causing Elizabeth to cringe as a shiver passed through her)
Boy: I'm..I'm here Sir
(The boy squeaked out as he made his way over to the man)
(The darkness making it impossible to see the features of the man which left Elizabeth wondering)
Male Voice: What were ye doing over there!
(he exclaimed)
Boy: Err...I was..um...just getting some water sir
(He lied trying to hide the fact that he was in fact playing with the baby)
(The man took a large step forward making him look even more menacing)
(The boy seemed to quake in his boots at the sight of the overpowering man)
(Catching both Elizabeth and the boy of guard the man drew back his arm and brought it down on the boy)
(Causing the boy to go flying before landing a few feet away on the other side of the room)
(She watched and listened in horror as the boy howled in pain clutching his arm close to his chest)
Man: Don't ye ever dare lie t' me again boy or it'll be more than your arm I be hurting
Boy: I..IIII..was playing with Clara sir
(he said in a whisper)
(Elizabeth froze)
Elizabeth: What did he just say?? Clara??? No it can't be!! That can't be!
(The man, if possible, seemed to get even more angry)
Man: How many times 'ave I told ye to stay away from her!
Boy: she was...she was crying
(he spoke up trying to justify himself)
Man: Oh my she was crying, you're such a big pansy, of course she was crying she is a bloody baby
(he yelled as he walked towards the boy and grabbed him by his shirt)
(The boy naturally begun to kick and scream, fidgeting to desperately get free)
(Reaching into the boy's pockets with his free hand he pulled out the few coins that the boy had)
Man: WHat's this! I send you to work and after a month ye come back with this! How are we all supposed to live on this!
(He cried dropping the boy onto the hard ground directly beneath him)
(Leaping to his feet the boy took a step backwards from the man)
(Standing up as tall as he possibly could he begun to speak)
Boy: Maybe if you stopped drinking our money away, we might be able to live properly
(he said without stuttering)
(Elizabeth put her hand over her mouth)
(True enough she applauded him for standing up to the man yet she knew at that point in time it was a very foolish thing to do)
(The man's eyes begun to pop in fury his cheeks turning red with anger)
(Before the boy knew what was happening the man grabbed him roughly and flung him straight for the wall)
(The frail form of the boy seemed to crumble almost instantly)
(Sickingly cracks filled the room accompined by the boy's cries and hollers of pain)
Man: YOU HAVE A PROBLEM WITH ALCOHOL! WELL HERE TRY SOME!
(he yelled withdrawing a full bottle of rum from within his coat pocket)
(With out a moment of consideration he threw the bottle at the child)
Elizabeth: NO!
(She screamed but no one seemed to hear her desperate plea)
(The bottle impacting the boy's forehead with a powerful force)
(Causing the glass bottle to break on contact and spill the amber liquid)
(A large deep cut appeared and blood suddenly let loose)
(Rushing out of the cut and soaking his hair and face)
(The boy had passed out a few seconds ago and his head had fallen onto the ground)
(The amber liquid making a pool around his head as it combined with his blood)
(That was the last image running through Elizabeth's mind as she screamed and eventually darkness over came her)