Setting Up The Players
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Summary: Will Turner has a sister, which happens to be a certain blonde vampire slayer. Buffy/Jack, eventually. This is soooo my version of the movie.EDIT:
Spell Check and general Revamp going on. Original A/N's will be deleted as I go.Meeting Eliza Turner, Vampire Slayer1, Setting up the Players
Elisabeth Swann was standing, looking down at the quiet ocean, softly singing to herself when the ship’s first mate, Mr. Gibbs, suddenly put a hand on her shoulder.
“Quiet, missy! Cursed pirates sail these waters. You don’t want to bring them down on us, now, do ya?”
Elisabeth breathed in sharply, afraid but also very curious. This trip was, in fact, the first time she had ever escaped the protective four walls that surrounded her father’s estate in England. Everything seemed like an adventure to her, even the prospect of meeting murderous pirates. Still…Mr. Gibbs was scaring her.
“Mr. Gibbs, that will do!”
Gibbs turned around to face the voice behind him.
“She was singing about pirates. Bad luck to be singing about pirates with us mired in this unnatural fog. Mark my words.”
Norrington, a stately man in uniform, didn’t seem at all that impressed by the superstitious sailor's prediction.
“Consider them marked. On your way."
“Aye, Lieutenant. It’s bad luck to have a woman on board, too… even a miniature one.” Still, Elisabeth could not help but look forward to an adventure.
“I think it’d be rather exciting to meet a pirate.”
Her father, who had been silently observing the scene didn’t speak, but gave her a hard look before leaving her to herself once again. Elisabeth wandered off to watch out for pirates elsewhere, away from her overprotective father. He had been like this ever since her mother had died almost two years ago, after a long sickness. This was one of the reasons he had so willingly accepted the post of Governor on a far off Caribbean island, because he had loved Bethany, Elisabeth’s mother, dearly and her memories were threatening to suffocate him, back home in England. His daughter, as young as she may still have been, understood this fact with the wisdom of a child that had never had friends her own age or known the carelessness that childhood was usually accompanied by. So it came that they were on their way to a little town called Port Royal, on the other side of the world, far away from everything the girl knew. And she had the feeling that this was just the beginning.
That was when the umbrella down in the water caught her eye.
A second later, she was frantically pointing at a piece of wreckage in the water, yelling, “Look! A boy! There’s a boy and a girl in the water!!!”
At her calls, an organized chaos broke loose as the crew quickly brought the two children found floating in the wreckage aboard and dumped them on a pile of cloth and rope.
“They’re still breathing!”
“Elizabeth, I want you to accompany them. They’ll be in your charge. Take care of them,” her father told her before he went to help the crew look for more survivors among the burning wreckage of the ship. Without a word, she turned and stood at the boy’s side, watching over both unconscious children put in her dubious care and for the first time got a closer look at them. The girl it seemed, was no child at all. She was at least fifteen, almost a woman with blonde hair and a pretty face. She had a tiny frame and Elisabeth thought she looked a little like one of the dolls she used to have when she was smaller. Her Nana had taken them all away from her on her tenth birthday, saying that she was not a child anymore and only children played with dolls.
The boy seemed younger, about her own age, which was eleven and a half (Elisabeth was rather proud of the 'and a half'). He had dark, almost black hair and was already as tall as the girl, if not taller. Elisabeth stretched out her hand to wipe a strand of hair out of his face when his own hand suddenly shot up to catch hers. She jumped a little when she saw that his eyes were open. Brown, big and scared, they looked at her with an openness that scared her and she felt the urge to calm him, to take away that fear with every part of her eleven-year-old self.
“It’s ok. My name’s Elizabeth Swann. You're safe. I am looking after you."
He seemed to calm down a little at that, enough to speak at least.
“W-W-Will, William Turner, this is my sister, B-Eliza, she-she saved my life.” He finally let go of her wrist.
“I’m watching over you, Will, both of you.” He nodded gratefully before the blackness once more claimed him and he sank back down beside his sister. With his eyes closed again, something else caught Elisabeth’s eye, something gold and shiny.
“Has he said anything," a voice behind her asked suddenly, almost making her jump. She quickly ripped the chain with the medallion, which she thought to be a pirate’s, off his neck before turning around, the gold safely hidden behind her back in her quivering child's hands.
“His name is William Turner. The girl is his sister and her name is Eliza, he said she saved his life, Sir. That’s all I found out.” Norrington nodded. Not needing to know any more at the moment, he ordered to have them taken below, leaving Elisabeth alone with her thoughts once more. After a last look to make sure no one was around, she pulled the medallion back out to have a closer look at it. But before she got the chance, she saw something moving out of the corner of her eye.
Looking back up, her breath caught in her throat, almost choking her with terror.
Elisabeth Swann knew for sure that she had never, in her whole life, felt as small and cold as in the moment she saw the big black ship disappear in the thick smoke from the burning wreckage.
Buffy and Will, as Eliza and William preferred to be called, decided to stay in Port Royal after making friends with Elisabeth and, as Buffy put it, “This is as good a place as any.”
Will found work with the local blacksmith, while Buffy earned her share by helping here and there with babysitting and making herself useful whenever another hand was needed in the richer households of the town. Soon enough, this allowed them to rent a small house in town, close to the blacksmith’s workshop.
And slowly but surely, without ever accepting help from anyone, even Elisabeth and her father, they did something a lot of adults could not seem to manage for themselves.
They built up a whole new existence.
+8 Years later
Buffy and Will were slowly making their way through the early morning streets of Port Royal, headed toward the mansion of Governor Swann, located at the outskirt of town on a gently waving hill. Will was loosely swinging the long wooden box that held a sword the Governor had ordered more than three months ago.
“So, sister, what are your plans for this beautiful day?” He asked with a small smile.
“The usual, until noon I’ll babysit Willow and Dawn, so Mrs. Chase-Harris can go to town and do the grocery shopping for the week with her maid and then I’ll help out in the Connor’s shop. Poor Darla is still too weak to work after Stephen’s birth.”
She shook her head at the thought of the poor, gentlewoman and all the things she had to cope with - hard work in the shop, an abusive husband and now a child.
“Then I’ll see that you get something to eat tonight. You really are too thin, Will.” She grinned at him, both their weight a constant joke between them, as neither of them would gain any no matter what they did or how much they ate.
“And then I’ll probably patrol. There are rumors about a new nest of vampires just a mile out of town.”
Will sighed. He had had a long time to adjust to his sister fighting the forces of darkness as the Chosen One of her generation, but he still worried every time she went out, knowing very well that she was living on borrowed time. She had been called at the tender age of 14. He could still remember the day Merrick had turned up on their doorstep, telling her about her fate. It had been Merrick who had taken the rebellious slayer and her little brother in after their mother had died only three months later. It had been his death and the final fight against Lothos that had finally driven the siblings across the ocean toward a new life. Here in Port Royal word had spread quickly that, if you wanted to survive as a demon or one of the undead, you better stay out of trouble and away from humans. The resident villains were either peaceful or long dead, which had made it possible for Buffy to celebrate her 23rd birthday as the first slayer in history. What really scared Will were Buffy’s trips to other islands to help with demon problems there. She had tried repeatedly to explain the urge to kill that was in her blood to him, but he would or could not understand. So he just nodded, leaving the ‘Be careful’ on his tongue, unspoken.
After a few more minutes of comfortable silence between the siblings they reached Swann-Manor where a butler let them in and the led them to a sun-flooded room to wait for their hosts. After stopping her brother from taking the interior apart, Buffy smiled knowingly at him, a sly grin plastered on her face.
Will turned to look at her. “Nervous? Why would I be nervous?”
Before she had the chance to answer he swallowed hard and his gaze turned from her to the stairway behind her back, making his sister roll her eyes. She knew exactly who was just walking down the stairs.
Elisabeth’s eyes lit up. “Will, Buffy, I didn’t know you were here. Have you come to accompany me to the ceremony?”
The latter shook her head. “Nah, you know the drill, all work, no fun. Just here to say hi. Hi!”
Elisabeth shrugged, used to the older girl being in a hurry, even at the strangest of times.
Will seemed to finally remember what little education Buffy had managed to force-feed him and sketched a bow. “You really do look stunning Ms. Swann.”
“How many times do I have to tell you to call me Elisabeth?” she asked, completely ignoring her father’s remark about propriety that followed her question, as it always had for the last eight years.
“One more time, as always, Ms. Swann.”
Both girls rolled their eyes before turning to each other for conversation, while the men discussed the sword for the Commodore.
Five minutes later when Elisabeth left with her father, Will and Buffy were watching from the front stairs of the house.
Buffy was the only one who heard her brothers soft goodbye to the girl he had been in love with since he first laid eyes on her.
On the other end of town a strangely clad man managed to jump off his sinking ship just in time. He started walking away as inconspicuously as possible (which wasn't very), just to be stopped by the harbormaster.
“What – hey. Hold up, there, you. It’s a shilling to tie up your boat at the dock. And I shall need to know your name.”
The man smirked. “What d’ye say to three shillings… and we forget the name?”
“Welcome to Port Royal, Mr. Smith.”
‘Mr. Smith’ quickly let the harbormaster’s money pouch disappear into his pocket before walking of into town, without a look back at the sunken boat.
This promised to become an amusing day, after all.