Disclaimer: I do not own Pirates of the Caribbean.

PROLOGUE

The glint of gold caught my eye through the eerie fog as I came to stand by my cousin at the ship's rail. His black hair was getting long again, and it hung over his eyes as he tilted his head down, staring at the medallion in his hand, its chain still around his neck.

"We'll find him," I assured Will. "Uncle William is out there somewhere."

"I hope so," Will said, his youthful face scrunched up in worry as the skull on the medallion leered up at him. "We have to," he said more softly. With a sigh, he tucked the gold medallion back into his shirt, returning his gaze to the fog-covered ocean in front of us.

I followed his gaze, and I frowned when I thought I could make out a black speck through the impenetrable fog. As the sound of a distant boom filled the air, I opened my mouth to say something...

...but around me my world exploded.

I was holding my mother's hand as she lay still in bed with only the gentle rise and fall of her chest to let me know that she still clung to this word – fire the ship is on fire sailors are yelling and Will's hand is grasping mine – I was comforting Will after his mother, my aunt, passed away during the night without a warning – I'm in the water Will is pulling me along my fingers are scrabbling against hard wood driving splinters in my fingers – "Come with me to find my father," Will was saying, his face still streaked with tears, "I can't do this without you." – I'm coughing the taste of salt water overpowering my senses the silence pressing in on my ears until all I can hear reverberating through my mind is a young girl's voice - "yo ho, yo ho, a pirate's life for me."

The water was gone, and I was laying on something hard and damp it's the planks of a ship but the ship was on fire where am I? I can hear the raised voices of many people but silence started overwhelming me again oh sweet sound of silence. I'm laying on something hard again but there's something soft covering me where am I where is my cousin?

"Will?" I rasped, trying to move, the salt water still burning my throat. My eyes were so heavy but I forced them to open, wanting to see who had so sweetly moved my hair out of my face. For one fleeting moment I hoped it was my mother, my mother who had been dead these past three years.

A beautiful girl with golden curls was standing over me, a gentle smile on her face. "He's right here. I'm Elizabeth. What's your name?"

I moved my left hand outward. It felt so heavy to move, but I had to see for myself. My fingers touched a small hand, and I knew instinctively that it was my cousin. I sighed in relief, and the darkness started to overtake me, but I heard the girl ask again, "What is your name?"

"Myra..."

A/N

Hello, and welcome to the rewrite of my story, A Change in the Wind. I apologize if this prologue was a little confusing, but I wanted to write it in a way that would show just how garbled and confusing the pirate attack on the merchant vessel was, especially to a kid. The next chapter will take place at the start of the movie, eight years later. This story will follow the movie pretty closely.

Thanks for reading, and I'll have the next chapter up soon! Please review!

~SirAvery