I didn't want you to be mad at Elle.
So, I pressed upload new chapter and gave this to you.
It may not be long or the best in the world, but it'll clear things up a little.
And since I had to cut it short, sorry Blackbeard...you're going to have to wait one more chappie to make your grand entrance.
I'll try for another update on Friday!
Love you guys!
-Captain Autumn
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Jack's dark curls were blowing gently as he walked me back to my father's mansion. I knew a charm that let my father be on land for seven days, but there was some sort of mutiny off the coast of Tortuga, and he didn't want me to come with him. Thus, my aunt came from London to stay with me for the next few weeks until my father came back.
I mean, for goodness sakes. I'm almost 18. I can stay alone by myself. I know how to handle a sword.
Jack stopped when we reached the front door, and just stared at me as he tucked a black curl back. I knew what he was thinking, so I whispered in a voice I barely recognized as my own, "When do you have to leave?" He saw that a tear was rolling down my cheek, and reached up and wiped it away as he said, "Not for another week, love." He brought me close to him, and rested his head on mine as I cried silently on his chest. He kissed the top of my head and whispered, "Come now, darlin'. It's another week we have."
He pulled back so he could look into my dark eyes as he whispered, "Unless you want to come with me, of course."
"Jack, if my father found out about us, do you know what he would do to you? Because I think you and I both know what you're going to try and do when your 13 years is up." I reminded him. Jack wrinkled his nose at that memory, and asked himself, "What the bloody 'ell was I thinking when I agreed to that??"
"That's just it. You weren't." I said, trying to bring his thoughts away from his agreement we both knew he wasn't going to do his part in. "Look, Jack. It doesn't matter anymore. What does matter, though, is the fact that you know I cannot come with you." He took me back into his arms again and whispered to me, "You don't know how much I wish you could, love."
I smiled against his chest as I traced his sparrow tattoo. Sighing, I asked him, "Why do you have to go?"
"Darlin', you know I have to." He said, with a gentle smile as he looked down at me once more. When he saw how upset I was, he sighed and said, rethinking this, "I could ask my father to take this for me..." He trailed off as he thought about that one. He glanced back down at me and said, "Don't get your hopes up, though. Alright, love? I don't know if he can or not." He moved just slightly so he could lean down and kiss me briefly on the lips. I wrapped my arms around his neck, bringing him closer, so that when he pulled back I rested my head against his.
"I love you, Ellie." He said, kissing the top of my head. "I'll come and see you tommorow night after I talk to my father." He gave me one last kiss, before walking back down to the Pearl. Sighing, and watching him as the ship began to set sail, I walked back into my mansion.
"Michelle, darling? Is that you?" I heard my aunt ask from the ball room. Heaven knows what she was doing in there. Going to the stairs, I called to her, "Yes, Aunt! I'm going upstairs, though. I'm tired." A few minutes later, my aunt walked out of the ball room. Looking at her was definetley looking into my father's eyes. She smiled at me and said, "Your father sent you a letter, dear."
I ran back down the stairs, and grabbed the letter. Smiling, she said to me, "He's coming back next week." She patted my shoulder as she began to exit the room. Once I was half way up the stairs, she called to me, "And, love?" I turned from my letter to look down at her as she said, "Dinner'll be ready in an hour."
I smiled and nodded at her, before going into my room and shutting the door behind me. Walking over to my window seat, I sat down on it, and opened the letter.
Hello, darling.
The mutiny wasn't nearly as awful as I was expecting. I should be home within a week or two.
I'm sorry I left you with such a short notice, but you know how dreadful my job can be sometimes.
I've missed you. I've played the music box nearly every night thinking of you. But I'll see you soon.
Keep an eye on the horizon, sweetheart. I'll be home very soon.
All my love to you,
Your father
Well, that could wreck Jack's plan, couldn't it? Oh, well. We'd work it out. I really didn't care right at that moment, because I had missed my father so much. Resting the letter on the edge up the window seat, I brought my legs on to the seat, and rested my chin on them, looking out into the horizon. Part of me wishing to see those familar black sails...while the other was wishing to see the Dutchman.
I pulled out the small music box that I wore around my neck, and opened it. Looking back out to the horizon, watching the sun disappear completely, I sang under my breath:
"Beating heart locked inside the chest.
Haunted pasts, and no love to last.
You are gone, but still with me.
And love shall never die."
I rested my head against the wall as I closed my eyes momentarily. I must have drifted into sleep, because a moment later, our maid Arial was shaking my shoulder gently. She was only a couple of years older than me and we'd become very close since my father and I moved here. Even though this colony was known for it's pirates, my father rarely came out to see anyone. Everyone here just thought that I lived with my aunt and my father was sick and no one could see him.
Arial knew though. She knew when she was little, and her mother worked for us. I showed him to her, not really understanding that no one was to know. She of course became frightened, but my father didn't care. And soon, it didn't matter. My father almost thought of her as another daughter, though he made it clear to me that no one would ever come close to me.
"Miss? Your aunt says dinner's ready."
I smiled as I got off of the window seat and asked, "Ari, we've known each other for years. You like my sister! How many times do I have to tell you to call me Elle?" She smiled, and stopped herself from bowing. Then she said, in a more relaxed voice, "Sorry, Elle. Habit."
I smiled as the two of us made our way out of my bedroom. Her mother had been killed during a mutiny here when we were only 14. My father took her in, and she repaid him by continuing her mother's job. When we were still upstairs, Arial said to me in a whisper, "Where you with Jack?" I sent her a smile to let her know that she was right on the nose. She linked my arm with hers and whispered, "That's a smart match, Elle."
"Yes." I whispered back to her, as the two of us entered the room. "It is a smart match."
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We were walking down streets of Port Pirata the next morning (you can see where we rumored to be a pirate port, though it really wasn't a pirate port as much...although we did have our fair share). Arial was trailing behind me, still staring at the handsome naval officer that had just walked past us. I nudged her, causing her to jump nearly a mile before she turned back to me and asked, "Was I staring?"
"Only a little." I said, walking past the blacksmith's shop. My eyes caught on a man that was talking to Mr. Smith, our blacksmith. The man was young. Probably younger than Jack, but older than me. He was laughing at something Mr. Smith had said, but stopped suddenly when his brown eyed gaze locked with mine. He smiled at me for a moment, before Arial nudged me hard.
"Was I staring?" I asked her, reluctantly tearing my eyes off of the man. She laughed, and said to me in a teasing voice, "Only a little." I turned back to see if the man was still there, but by the time I looked back, he was gone. "I wonder who he was..."
"That man talking to Mr. Smith?" Arial asked me, as we continued walking. A smile spread across her face as she said in a happy voice, letting me know that she thought the same about him as I did, "I heard from Mr. Turnbell that his name was William something or another. I forget. He came here to pick up an order. He's the blacksmith for Port Royal."
Something made me think that I had known him. As ridiculous as that sounds, something was telling me this. I took the diamond that I always wore around my neck, and rubbed it.
"Elle, I love you..." He whispered to me. He pushed some of his curls back, and stared up at me with those gorgeous chocolate eyes...
"Elle? Honestly, you'd think she didn't even want to see me." I snapped out of my day dream when I heard Arial giggling. I looked up and saw Jack standing in front of me, smirking down at me. He pushed one of his black curls away from his face, and said to Arial, "She always like this in the morning?" Turning back to me, he said, "Good morning to you too, love. So happy to see you."
I smiled at him and threw my arms around him tightly, before kissing him on the lips. "Of course I'm happy to see you. Why wouldn't I be? But I thought you were talking to your father." He wrapped an arm around me and Arial, steering both of us back in the other direction as he said happily, "I did."
"And what did he say?" I asked him, silently cursing my damned corset. He smiled down at me and said, "He's taking it for me." I squealed and jumped into Jack's arms for the second time that morning. He kissed my cheek, which somehow made me remember that my father was coming home soon...ah, but we'd worry about that again sometime...
As Jack talked about something to Arial, I drifted away in my thoughts about that man...I knew I had seen him before...
Or, maybe you just haven't met him yet...
Pushing that stupid thought out of my mind, I thought about it. Honestly. How could I have not met him yet? That's insane.
I just needed to concentrate on myself and my fiancee, Jack Sparrow. That's all...
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Ok, if you're still confused...
Elle's not a little "something" like Sara is.
Remember the diamond that she was holding when she fell into the water?
Remember Jack saying that the diamond possesed the power of time travel?
That's what has happened.
Elle's just gone back in time to when she was 18, engaged to Jack, and had never met Will yet...
Emphases on YET.
So, technically, she's not doing anything wrong.
K, Blackbeard? You're up next chapter, I promise, dear...
-Captain Autumn-