The promotional ceremony was rather boring and the hot sun didn't make the breathing issue any easier. Finally after what felt like eternity we were allowed to move around and start the actual celebration. Commodore Norrington was fast in asking my sister to talk with him in private. Why is it that every man must woo my sister? Anyways I started smiling when I saw Captain Gloves coming near me. Could at least try to fall for him right? 'Ms. Swann, I must say you look breathtaking' 'Well you seem to be breathing easy' Double meaning! he chuckled and jokingly said 'Well it did take me some time to come here right? 'I needed to laugh at that one .He was really funny and definitely handsome. Maybe I could fall for him after all. We were about to walk to the little dance floor that was built up when we heard a blood curling scream. 'ELIZABETH!' It was Norrington! As fast as I could I ran over to where the shout was coming from to find Norrington leaning over the edge looking into the water with a look of pure horror on his face. After a few seconds I understood what happened. My sister had fallen off the cliff. Along with what seemed like the whole royal navy I ran down to the docks as fast as humanly possible in a dress like this. When I finally arrived I saw my sister in the arms of a weird looking but handsome man. He was dressed in very unregularly clothes and his hair was in dreads. A lot of weird items were dangling in his hair and clothes. All in all he looked like a pirate. Now I was excited. I always wanted to meet a pirate. His deep manly voice brought me back to reality. 'Commodore my affects and my hat please! Commodore! '.He was threatening my sister with the chains that were hooked around his wrists. After my sister, the lucky one, got to put on his stuff again he released her and made a remarkable escape. Now the whole navy was running through the city looking for this pirate. Thank god to my father being preoccupied with my sister I could slip through the docks and run into town. I had to warn Will about that pirate being on the loose.
It didn't take me long to arrive in the smithy after all I've been here pretty often the past years. When I walked in I found everything silent. No Will in sight. All there was, was the snoring of Mr. Brown who was sitting drunk in a corner, bottle still in hand. With nothing else to do besides waiting I walked over to Ms. Morpel, she is the donkey working in the smithy. Will and I named her a few years ago. I was so deep in my thoughts about the night we named the donkey that I didn't hear the approaching footsteps. 'Well what do we 'ave here?' I quickly turned around and now stood face to face with the pirate. Oh boy! 'Umm ... ' I began to stutter .Damn it that man was really handsome. I couldn't help but let my eyes roam shamelessly over his sun kissed, god blessed body.' Like what you see luv?' his all-too-arrogant voice asked. 'No just memorizing what a pirate looks like as long as he is alive' I fired back .Bugger that was good! He gave me a half smile 'Feisty one are you aren't you?' I gave him a look that said don't-you-dare-try-to-find-out. He chuckled before he suddenly became serious and walked over to the fireplace. I watched him curiously. He took a piece of hot iron out of it and made it make contact with Ms. Morpel's arse. She whined and started walking which made the machine start working. I was too shocked to say something. Poor Ms. Morpel. Jack hung his hands on the top of the machine and a loud 'Click' signalized that his irons were off. He gave me a smile and a wink before he suddenly clamped his hand over my mouth and pulled me into a dark corner. The next thing I noticed was the door opening and Will walking in.