'Lizabeth (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} no_propriety) wrote in ![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} mirage_rpg,@ 2008-06-06 12:18:00 |
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Who: Elizabeth Swann // Captain Jack Harkness
When: Day 2, Early Evening.
What: The arrival of one, Miss Elizabeth Swann
Where: The lake.
Rating: PG (Possible PG-13 for language)
Status: In Progress
Elizabeth stood at the starboard railing, fingers tracing the grain in the treated wood as she looked toward the horizon. The sun was falling in the sky meaning the temperature would be dropping soon. It was one extreme or the other since they had left the safety of Tia Dalma’s humble abode. During the day the sun blazed, unforgiving, causing many of the crew to become ill. During the night the winds would pick up and leave a chill in even the stoutest man’s bones. Turning her head, she peered over her shoulder only to find William at the rigging, staring at her with the same expression he had the day she killed Jack.
Casting eyes downward, she returned her gaze forward. The guilt of what she had done was consuming her as it was; Will’s knowing gaze was not making it any easier on her. She was just grateful the rest of the crew seemed oblivious. They were en route for Singapore to acquire a map to the world’s end. There was still hope.
A gust of wind coming in from the northwest caught the sails of the vessel and jerked her off their set course. Curses could be heard from Captain Hector Barbossa as he ran towards the wheel which was spinning wildly. The sudden movement pushed Lizzie forward, her abdomen catching the railing in an abrupt manner, the breath being knocked from her lungs. Half hanging over the railing she watched her tricorn hat fly from atop her head down to the tumultuous waters below.
“ELIZABETH!” she heard someone yell from behind her, was it Will? She felt herself tumbling over the side of the ship as she began slipping into a state of unconsciousness. Hitting the cold water hard she began to sink like a stone.
~*~*~*~
Swimming madly for the water’s surface, panic was setting in. It felt as if water was filling her lungs and weighing her down. Struggling for what felt like an eternity, dirty blonde hair and frightened brown e yes pierced the water’s surface. Spitting water from her mouth and pushing back tresses that clung to her face, Elizabeth looked around in fear. Where was the ship? Where was William? Where in the bloody hell was she? The water she had expelled from her mouth did not carry the salty bitterness of the ocean. Gasping for air, she began to make her way towards the shore. It’s the Locker for you, Lizzie.
Casting eyes downward, she returned her gaze forward. The guilt of what she had done was consuming her as it was; Will’s knowing gaze was not making it any easier on her. She was just grateful the rest of the crew seemed oblivious. They were en route for Singapore to acquire a map to the world’s end. There was still hope.
A gust of wind coming in from the northwest caught the sails of the vessel and jerked her off their set course. Curses could be heard from Captain Hector Barbossa as he ran towards the wheel which was spinning wildly. The sudden movement pushed Lizzie forward, her abdomen catching the railing in an abrupt manner, the breath being knocked from her lungs. Half hanging over the railing she watched her tricorn hat fly from atop her head down to the tumultuous waters below.
“ELIZABETH!” she heard someone yell from behind her, was it Will? She felt herself tumbling over the side of the ship as she began slipping into a state of unconsciousness. Hitting the cold water hard she began to sink like a stone.
~*~*~*~
Swimming madly for the water’s surface, panic was setting in. It felt as if water was filling her lungs and weighing her down. Struggling for what felt like an eternity, dirty blonde hair and frightened brown e yes pierced the water’s surface. Spitting water from her mouth and pushing back tresses that clung to her face, Elizabeth looked around in fear. Where was the ship? Where was William? Where in the bloody hell was she? The water she had expelled from her mouth did not carry the salty bitterness of the ocean. Gasping for air, she began to make her way towards the shore. It’s the Locker for you, Lizzie.