This story is based on the characters in the Pirates of the Caribbean trilogy. Disney owns all rights to them. I have just borrowed them. Please do not copy any ideas within this story, that is called plagiarism and its illegal.

Memoirs of a Pirate Queen.

Chapter 1

Portsmouth Naval Dockyard. England. Summer 1750

The woman sighed as she slowly raised herself out of the chair and made her way over to the open window. Her granddaughter's lilting voice could be heard singing a song that Elizabeth often found brought back memories of a life long gone. A small wistful smile graced her features as a silent tear rolled down her face.

The pirate's song Elizabeth remembered. That song from her childhood. That song sung drunkenly on a Caribbean beach. That song she had sung on a ship. A song she later taught her child who in turn taught his own daughter. Her son, now a grown man with a family of his own. How ironic Elizabeth thought that if the Royal Navy knew of the family's involvement in piracy would they have let them live within the Royal dock, or even let him serve as an officer on board a naval warship?

A whirlwind of skirts and dark curly hair came hurtling through the door that led from garden to the house bringing Elizabeth back to the present.

'Grand-mama. Did you hear me sing the song? I got all the words right this time and sung it all the way through. Papa taught it to me again before he went away to sea. When is coming back Grand-mama? Why can't girls go to sea? It's a silly rule.' The youngest member of the household asked.

Elizabeth smiled down at her granddaughters upturned face. In that young girl's face she could see herself at that age. Fascinated by stories of the sea and frustrated that ladies were not allowed to sail as crew, passengers yes, as long as they kept out the way. The older woman replied with a smile 'Indeed I did hear you sing it. I can remember singing that song when I was your age travelling from England over to Jamaica.'

'You lived in Jamaica?' Caroline asked with an eager look on her face. 'Where there used to be lots of pirates?'

Caroline like her Grandmother at that age had also it seemed inherited an unhealthy curiosity in all things pirate.

Elizabeth chuckled. Her sub-conscious self desperately telling her to end this conversation. It could lead to all sorts of secrets unwittingly coming forth. She would never betray the man she once held and loved above all others. The problem being that Caroline had read all the stories surrounding his legend, and had heard of this man. Elizabeth had managed to evade the questions for several years and not to scream from the top of her lungs. 'These are just stories, you do not know the man. I did.'

Now though she was getting older and she dearly wanted to stop these stories and let her have her memories and share the truth with her family. With her husband gone, she pondered: what did it matter anyway?

Eventually Elizabeth answered her Granddaughters question 'Yes I lived in Jamaica. How would you like to hear the story of a lady pirate who had all sorts of adventures on the sea?'

The little girl jumped up and down with excitement oblivious to the torment whispered in Elizabeth's eyes. The pair of them huddled together on the settee and began listening to the stories from grandmothers past.

Elizabeth enjoyed going over the times she had shared with her lover, husband and friend. She just wished she could put the legends straight. Most of Elizabeth's family in England knew nothing of her previous live as a wife of a pirate. They all put down the stories Elizabeth told to a good imagination and an art in telling stories. Little did they realise the pirate blood coursing through their veins with every beat of their hearts.

Elizabeth had enchanted young Caroline with the tales and now the child was softly snoring and in a dreamland not dissimilar to the ones Elizabeth slept in even now. Although hers were more horrific and real as she had lived through watching the man she loved hung, escaped with his child and carried across an ocean to restart a new life under a new name. A life she couldn't truly settle in, but a life with her child and new husband safe.

To be continued…………