A/N: Hello people of this world! My name is Elizabeth Winters, and this is my new story (and first) on WattPad. It is a little dull in the beginning, but it gets better once you get into it, or so I've been told. If you don't realize, this take place in the first movie of the series, Pirates of the Caribbean. Anyway, I hope that you like it, and I hope that you'll review!
A/N 2018: Hello again to both old readers and new! This is my newly edited copy of Chapter One. I've been rereading all of this and my gosh - cringy garbage! Time to give it a fresh glace and make it a much better read. Thank you all for putting up with this! Much love. I'll also be messing around with the chapters so bare with me!
"Will! Catch!" I yelled through the sound of machines and fire crackling. I threw a silver laced sword up in the air and a pair of dirt-wrecked and beaten hands caught them with no hesitation.
The sword came slicing towards me, but I quickly defended myself by grabbing a blackened sword with gold dabbed along the edges.
Fighting, we twirled around the blacksmith shop. With his hard earned time off, I was helping Will waste it. Though we wouldn't dare hurt each other fatally, Will and I would give each other small scars and nicks for reminders. Don't do that again.
"Got you!" I said, flipping Will's sword out of his reach and pointing the razor sharp blade at him. He just chuckled.
"Truce!" Will said raising his hands up. I smiled slightly. It wasn't always that I won. I've just began sword fighting a few years ago when I saw Will practicing with a sword. I asked him to teach me, and quickly fell in love with the art.
I turned around to go sharpen my sword, but a pair of hands grabbed my waist. I was pushed to the ground quickly, feeling the dirt cascade from the floor.
"You're a miracle with the sword, Isabelle, did you know that?" Will smiled, laying next to me on the cold hard ground.
"It's all because of you, William Turner."
We both laughed, and I turned my gaze upwards towards the frail wooden ceiling.
"Wonder how's it like to be a pirate. All the excitement and the bloody feeling when you find treasure or kill a man. You get to sword fight all day long with nobody stopping you." I pondered.
"Isabella! Don't talk about being a pirate - they are vile, repulsive men who are greedy and have no manners." he spat out angrily. I rolled my eyes.
"Oh, come on Will! Wouldn't you like it, at least a bitm to know that you're free and have the whole sea to yourself?" I sighed, extending my arms out. He grimaced loudly and stood.
"Yes, I'd love the fact that Port Royal and all of New England is chasing me down, wanting to beat me to my last breath. Charming, isn't it?" Will said, starting work on the Commodore's sword. I sat up.
" Elizabeth and I have always dreamed about seeing how a pirate's life has been like. It-"
"Elizabeth wants to become a pirate?" Will asked quietly, halting his work.
"Well, somewhat. She just wants to see how their life is like. She'll not be able to see the world after she gets married," I paused, wiping the dirt off my body as I stood up, "Anyway, got to go. The future Commodore's thing is tomorrow and I need my beauty sleep." I ran up to him, gave him a peck on the cheek, and ran to a spot where I could change into my gown.
My father would kill me if he found out that I wearing breeches and a shirt, both property of Will. But realistically, who could practice fighting in a gown?
***
"Isabelle! I need to talk to you." Elizabeth said as soon as I crossed the threshold to our house.
"What? Is everything alright?" I asked her worried. She pulled me into her room and sat me on her bed.
I was in her room almost everyday, usually reading stories about pirates, and if not reading, talking or writing. My passion was writing, though I was completely horrible with it.
"You've got to cover for me. I don't want to go to James's ceremony tomorrow. He wants to propose to me! You know I can't refuse him! Isabelle, what should I do?" Elizabeth pleaded me with her beautiful brown eyes.
I looked like her, but not half as pretty. I had similar brown eyes, though darker, and the same color hair. I was roughly the same height has her, even though she was two years older. The only main difference in our appearance was that my skin was tanner than hers after working the grounds with Will.
"I don't know Elizabeth... You could fake you're fatally ill, but then I suppose you'd need a doctor and he'd be suspicious if you heal up so quickly." I thought for a second and frowned slightly.
"Wouldn't James ask you anyway, even if you weren't to go to his ceremony?" I asked Elizabeth. She stayed quiet for a little and ultimately groaned, flinging herself onto her bed.
"Where did you go today?" she asked, trying to move past the subject.
"Nowhere far. Just to Will's."
'Doesn't he have a little crush on you?" I almost burst out laughing. She sat up, eyeing me curiously.
"Yes, Elizabeth. It's me that he likes." I said and walked to my room, leaving a confused Elizabeth behind me.
***
I bolt straight up from bed as my father's knocking woke me.
"Isabelle? Are you decent?" My father asked behind the door. I grab a robe and put it on.
"Yes father. You may come in!"
My father came in with Annabeth, my personal maid. She opened the windows, and the fresh breeze came, opening my senses to my room.
"Isabelle, here you go - for being a wonderful daughter." my father said and handed me a large box with a lovely bow on top.
"Oh father, you shouldn't have!" I exclaimed after I opened the box. Inside lay a beautiful light pink dress with exotic designs and lace.
"Thank you!" I said and ran to try it on with Annabeth following.
"I was hoping you'd wear it today for James Norrington's ceremony. You'd look dashing alongside your sister." I groaned as Annabeth put on my corset.
"You didn't forget, did you?" My father asked.
"No, how could I forget? Most important day." I said. Father chuckled, leaving the door.
I headed downstairs dressed to where Will was standing with my father. He was holding a long rectangular box, which I presumed held James's new sword.
"Will!" I said, heading downstairs more quicker.
"Good morning, Isabelle! How do you-" he was caught off and deepened his stare. I turned around and saw Elizabeth coming down the stairs, a few steps behind me.
Her natural beauty shined past the dress. No wonder Will fancied her.
"Will! So good to see you again. I had a dream about you last night. About the day we first met. Do you remember?" she said when she reached the bottom of the staircase with me by her side. I laughed.
I had a dream about you last night? So classical, so Elizabeth.
"Of course I remember. How could I forget, Miss. Swann?" Will said.
"How many times should I tell you to call me Elizabeth?"
"At least once more, Miss. Swann." He exclaimed. Elizabeth was about to say something when Father announced it was time to go.
"Goodbye, Mr. Turner." Elizabeth said and left. I smiled to Will softly.
***
After the ceremony was done with, I tried to find Elizabeth but found her being carried away by Norrington.
I hope this was all just a rumor.
Looking around, I sighed. Port Royal was a bore. There wasn't much to except people watch, and quite honestly, that was better done not at Fort Charles.
A quick peek outside couldn't hurt. I quickly ran out of Fort Charles and onto the port.
Immediately, I saw majestic ships all around me and three men arguing about something in the dock were the Interceptor was.
I crept in closer.
Two of them were from the Royal Navy, while one was... somebody else. I deepened my look. He had long hair - dreadlocks I think - and he had beautiful brown eyes = deep and warm.
He was wearing interesting clothing, with a sword sheaf and a pistol handing from his belt.
He was interesting.
"I've heard of one," the man said.
"It's supposed to be very fast, nigh uncatchable. The Black Pearl." The Black Pearl? Yes. I think I've heard of it.
"The Black Pearl is a real ship." one of the guards said and they started bickering of about some ship and it's crew and captain.
What they didn't notice was that the man had walked into the ship and was steering the helm.
"HEY! YOU! GET OFF THE BOAT!" the guards yelled as they realized he was missing.
Seeing that nobody was standing guard, I crept onto the ship watching from the main deck.
"What's your name?" the guard asked, pointing a harpoon at the man's neck.
"Smith, or Smithy if you like."
"What's your purpose here in Port Royal then, Mr. Smith?"
"Yeah. And no lies."
"Well, then I must confess." Mr. Smithy said and went on how he wanted to steal the ship and get a crew in Tortuga.
"I said no lies."
"I think he's telling the truth."
"If he were telling the truth, he wouldn't have told us." the guard said. The man said something smart, because of the look on the guards faces, but I didn't hear it because I turned and looked at the cliff where Fort Charles was.
A lady was falling off the cliff. That lady was my sister.
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