Elizabeth Swann (i_hatecorsets) wrote in we_coexist, @ 2009-04-06 10:28:00 |
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Entry tags: | elizabeth swann, liandra |
Getting the Hang of Things (Open)
Elizabeth had been confused about the city for awhile. She'd also been here for awhile and now everything seemed to make sense. Well as much as they could make sense. She understood that there seemed to be no real way to get home and finish the war they'd started. She also knew now that the city enjoyed its tricks. Falling in love with a random man, who was shorter than she was, was crazy enough. Falling out of it so quickly had made her heart hurt. She recalled the fact that Jack hadn't been around, William was no where, and James was dead.
A lot of her hurt these days.
But now she had the hang of its never ending turns, being lost was normal, and coca-cola was not to be hit with your sword. You pulled on the little metal top thing and opened it and the can would give you it's sugar water center. Still.
She had a lot to get used to. Having money, a constant never ending pocket full was nice. The jean's she was wearing were weird. Dean had told her, what seemed forever ago, that this is what women wore. She had half a mind to find a real dress and put that on and try to find out where the rest of her friends had run off to. Where was Jack. Had William come here yet? Were there any other pirates in town?
Elizabeth found herself seated at a table on the sidewalk, drinking her can of coca-cola, which she was now addicted to, and watching the street for any signs of someone she knew. Someone to talk to who made a little more sense than the city itself.
Maybe she should try jumping into the water at the docks again. Maybe that would send her home.