Post by Elizabeth Swann on Nov 27, 2006 17:14:31 GMT -5
Rain came down in sheets over what was normally the crystal blue Caribbean. Port Royal was usually a bustling city, but in the rain it was quiet and calm. Elizabeth Swann sat upon the edge of the dock her legs swinging below, her dress thoroughly soaked. The man who took his shilling to dock a boat was nowhere to be seen. He had probably taken shelter from the sudden rain sshower that had taken the island by surprise. Elizabeth didn't mind a bit. She felt she had to clear her mind from all that had been going on lately and she definitely wasn't able to do that at home. What with her father constantly bustling around, asking her if she was sure about being in love with Will, "Perhaps you're misplacing your feelings," was his favorite phrase. She knew that her father just wanted the best for his daughter but he seemed immune to his daughter's pleadings.
A soft breeze whipped her wet hair onto her face. She missed Will, she felt as though it had been ages since the last time she had seen him. She sighed softly as rain beat against her back and the waves rose to touch her toes. Looking out at the ocean, she half wished that the Black Pearl would come over the horizon. During her adventures she had forgotten how slow and rather boring life in Port Royal was without pirates. The dock's wooden boards creaked. Someone was coming. Elizabeth silently prayed that it wasn't her father.
A soft breeze whipped her wet hair onto her face. She missed Will, she felt as though it had been ages since the last time she had seen him. She sighed softly as rain beat against her back and the waves rose to touch her toes. Looking out at the ocean, she half wished that the Black Pearl would come over the horizon. During her adventures she had forgotten how slow and rather boring life in Port Royal was without pirates. The dock's wooden boards creaked. Someone was coming. Elizabeth silently prayed that it wasn't her father.
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