The Lady and the Pirate

The Lady and the Pirate

Chapter 1

The Day Before The Wedding

White Wedding by Billy Idol

Hey little sister what have you done
Hey little sister who's the only one
Hey little sister who's your superman
Hey little sister who's the one you want
Hey little sister shot gun!

It's a nice day to start again
It's a nice day for a white wedding
It's a nice day to start again.

Hey little sister what have you done
Hey little sister who's the only one
I've been away for so long (so long)
I've been away for so long (so long)
I let you go for so long

It's a nice day to start again (come on)
It's a nice day for a white wedding
It's a nice day to start again.

(Pick it up)

Take me back home
There is nothin' fair in this world
There is nothin' safe in this world
And there's nothin' sure in this world
And there's nothin' pure in this world
Look for something left in this world
Start again
Come on

It's a nice day for a white wedding
It's a nice day to start again.
It's a nice day for a white wedding
It's a nice day to start again

Elizabeth Swann sat on the extreme edge of her finely primed, regal divan, holding a handkerchief in her left hand, wiping away her unremitting tears from her red glossy eyes and staining rouge on her cheeks. If seen by anyone of just a mere acquaintance at this very moment, a double take would be given as well as a look of utter shock. For it was just a simple fact that the governor's daughter, was known as one of the most beautiful women, or for that matter, available, in Port Royal. Men would travel far and wide from generously distant countries to just have a glimpse of the maiden and confirm if the rumors were true. If truth were to be told, honestly, the rumors did not even compare to the loveliness that this young woman externalized. Her hair was a unique shade of honey golden brown, and if it ever were to fall out of its original elegantly decorated style, it seemed to still look as faultless and as soft as if she just combed it out and did it herself. Her body seemed to move with the rhythm of the wind; each step was joined perfectly with the swaying of her lush body. Her eyes were what really left these men breathless. If you were ever to get close enough, the hazel shade they took led the unfortunate man into a vortex of his wildest and most pleasurable dreams. Men loved her, and Elizabeth modestly knew this. And she really wished that they didn't.

But it didn't even matter to her if all the men sought after her and if they thought her to be the most beautiful creature in the entire universe; not when the love of her life had been snatched away from her with such a speed that would rival that of the legendary Black Pearl itself, mastered under the one and only, nefarious Captain Jack Sparrow. Her darling William had died at sea with her heart.

Flashback

"No, I don't think this one will do. It's going to be the summertime after all. How about something light and easy to move in?" Elizabeth said as she was passing the three-layer dress back to the attendant she had managed to pry from her original circumstance at the store .

"Right away miss." Said the assistant obediently, but with a slight hint of weariness-as this was her fifth time displeasing this insatiable woman-before disappearing behind the curtain in the doorway at the back of the store.

Elizabeth shuffled through the racks of bridal dresses, when she heard the familiar ring of a bell, signifying the opening of the bridal shop door.

In stepped Captain Jack Sparrow. His swaying and flamboyant arm movements always caused Elizabeth to smile, and this time was no exception. She smirked slightly as she noticed he seemed to know that he didn't belong here, as he glanced at the sight of the wedding gowns with an unhindered grimace. She was glad that she and Will had a friend like Jack. He was one of those men who always had his wits about him, but still always managed to entertain, no matter who they were. He was a good man and every visit was full of laughter and animation

" Jack!." said Elizabeth elatedly, as he finally spotted her among the other young women in the bridal shop. After raising his hat a little in salutation for the admiring, astonished woman at his left- who had looked about ready to faint since he had walked, well more like swaggered, in the door (He sighed slightly. He was used to that short of thing) - he made his way slowly but confidently toward her.

"'Ello luv," said Jack smiling, but Elizabeth noticed that his smile seemed to be strained; not its usual glow of gold teeth and warmth and just a bit of silliness, really.

"Jack, what's wrong?"

He hesitated and Elizabeth knew that her suspicions of something being wrong was confirmed with his awkward silence. Jack was never silent for more than ten seconds, if he could help it.

"Where's Will?"

"Uh he's, um, not here." he said shortly, with a slight stutter, which was not induced with the lacings of alcohol consumption.

"Well then, where is he?" said Elizabeth nervously.

"Well, uh, " he sighed a gusty stream of oxygen, while looking frankly distressed and forlorn, as he thought quickly and adequately how he could tell her, " I guess I should start from the beginning.

"The Black Pearl was attacked in an open sea raid, and since it was blocking our path to Port Royal, we had no other option but to fight. I fought alongside Will the entire time, making sure that nothing happened to him, as you had previously requested. But I got hit by another unknown assailant, and fell, and Will took over for me, as I fought consciousness."

"And...?" She said, her voice trembling, already fearing, or perhaps knowing the infinite worst.

"Well, he fought valiantly, as good as the best..."

He sighed a third time

"But it just wasn't enough. The opposing man... oh, Elizabeth, I'm so sorry. Will died that day, at the end of a tyrant's sword."

Then, for Elizabeth the whole world went black as she fainted into the arms, of the only friend she had.

End of Flashback

The very memory of that horrible day caused the onward flow of tears to congeal into a waterfall that threatened never to cease. Jack had brought back Will's body and a proper funeral was given. Jack, as his final good bye to his friend, placed two gold coins onto his eyes. The coins were said to be needed in the afterlife to give to the ferryman who would take the person's soul to eternal paradise. Without them, the person's soul would wander the Earth as a restless spirit, searching for those two coins.

Jack held onto Elizabeth, her tears mingling with the threadbare fibers of his shirt, as they watched Will's body being lowered into the ground; his coffin made by Jack himself. But to him, the sweat and blood taken, could never replace the golden silence of the friend being left behind.

Now two months later, she was engaged to Commodore Norrington. She was so grieved by the loss of Will that she had said yes to him. When she realized her mistake, it was too late. The wedding was the next day and all the arrangements were finished. All she had to do was to show up and say I do. She regretted now denying Jack's offer to go on the Black Pearl as part of his crew. He left saying that he will always be there for her if ever she needed him.

Well she needed him now. It never said that the bride had to show up for her wedding. It wasn't mandatory that she say 'I do.' No one had controlled her once in her entire life, and that wasn't going to stop on the simple festivity called a wedding.

Wiping her tears, grateful they had stopped running, she grabbed a knapsack and started loading it with essentials for her escape. She wasn't going to become the Commodore's wife, and spend the rest of her life as a noble woman of status to be looked at as some prize. She was going to be free, and live the life of a pirate. But in order to do that, she needed Captain Jack Sparrow. Now all she had to do was find him. And where would one look to find a drunken pirate captain? Why none other than the one and only, Tortuga.

He is the half part of a blessed man
Left to be finished by such as she:
And she a fair divided excellence
Whose fullness of perfection lies in him.
-William Shakespeare