The storm was getting worse. Waves crashed against the ship, throwing its passengers every which way. Emma sat gripping the arms of her chair with white knuckles. She loved the sea more than anything, but even she couldn't help being scared of a storm like this.

Emma was on her way to England from Port George, her birthplace. Her mother, Elizabeth, had died just a few weeks before, and Emma was on her way to live with a distant cousin of Elizabeth's.

"Oh Lord, save us!" cried Mary, her cabin mate. She was lying on her small bunk with a bucket by her side. Mary had been seasick almost the entire journey. Emma had spent much of that time reading to her, so to give her a way to take her mind off the constant rocking of the boat. This nearly killed Emma, but Mary had always been a wonderful friend to her, so she felt obligated to help her however she could.

Emma had been born for the sea. She had lived in a small port town with her mum her entire life. She swam in the ocean whenever she could. On this journey, she spent as much time out on deck as she could, just enjoying the salty breeze and the view. Her mum always said she had salt water in her veins instead of blood. Elizabeth had also often told Emma stories of her father. She told her of their years on the sea, sailing with the great Captain Jack Sparrow. Emma always loved to hear stories of their adventures, even though they were the same stories over and over again.

She had only seen her father once. Her mum told her how he took the curse of Davy Jones to keep from dying, and that he could only step on land for one day every ten years. Emma's first time meeting her father was six years ago, when she was nine. He was very nice and handsome, and it was obvious he and Elizabeth were still very much in love.

Emma used to sit often on the cliff were she first saw his ship coming over the horizon. She imagined him sailing up again, coming onto shore and telling her and Mum how, in his many adventures, he had found a cure for the curse and would be able to live with them now.

A crash jolted Emma from her thoughts. Samuel, the cabin boy, burst in the room. "Sorry misses, but the Cap'n says to stay down here until you're called. You'd want to stay on the bunks and cover your heads."

"Alright." Emma answered and slowly stumbled her way to her bunk. "Samuel," she said as he was leaving. "Please be careful."

"Thank you Miss Emeline." He smiled thinly and closed the door.

"Oh no. Oh no. We're going to die!" Mary wailed.

"We're not going to die." Emma protested. "Just… close your eyes and try to relax."

"But-" Mary started to protest, but then was silent and closed her eyes in an attempt to sleep.

Emma lay on her bunk for what seemed like hours. She tried to follow her own advice, but found it impossible to sleep.

Emma began to sit up, hoping to get into a more comfortable position, when the biggest wave yet slammed into the ship. Emma looked up to see Mary's small treasure box flying toward her head. A second later, everything went black.

*** Author's Note: So it's not very good, but it's just supposed to get everything started. If you have an idea for how Elizabeth died, let me know! I have some ideas but if you have a suggestion, let me know!***