Lost City of Atlantis (POTC 6) + Shorts

Elizabeth Swann's Sister: Anne Swann

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One year before the events of Curse of the Black Pearl
Narrator's POV
1727

Seventeen-year-old Annette was sailing on Le Victorieux in the Caribbean Sea where they were discussing taking their travels up to England. She stood at the helm while her father was adjusting their course with the wheel.

She wore clothes that reflected the impressive feats that her and her father have accomplished throughout their pirating years. The wind whipped her white puffy shirt around her body, as she had taken off her ebony coat due to the heat as they sailed closer to the equator. Her tricorne hat was pressed around her head so it did not fly off from the wind. She glanced down at her colorful rings that glistened in the sun, noticing the shimmer from the brand of a P on her wrist that she obtained after being captured briefly by the East India Trading Company many years earlier. The scar labeled her a pirate for everyone to see.

"Captaine!" Jasper Seagar, one of the crew members, called out over the sound of the crashing waves against the ships hull. He marched up the steps to the helm and he held black, slimy, rotten meat and bread in his hands. "The food has gone soiled."

"Indeed," Olivier agreed, peering at the rotten food in disgust. He cleared his throat and ordered, "we must make port."

Olivier appointed Annette to be in control of the wheel to keep the sailing straight as he went down to the deck and worked with Jasper to navigate where the closest port was. Once he came to a conclusion, he yelled at Annette, "sail East, my dear!"

Annette did as her disembodied fathers voice told her and she corrected their course. He walked back up to the helm and excused her from the wheel to take back over.

The closest port was Port Royal. As usual, they sent Annette on her way to gather food for them to take on their voyage. Her sea-clothes were covered by a long flowing black cloak that tied at her neck that hid her pirate identity. She took off her hat and let her long golden brown hair fall down her back, sweeping at her ribs. The cloak masked her seaweed green trousers, and her shirt. She refused to surrender her sword, daggers, or pistols but luckily the cloak covered them all. She took off her boots, and decided to walk around the town barefoot.

Annette, holding a basket on her arm, strolled through the town in a vague sense of wonder. The sleeves on her cloak were not long enough to cover the shimmering P scar so she kept her wrists facing her body, hoping to slip in and out of the town undetectable.

Attention was brought to her as she was the new-comer, but people pass through Port Royal on the daily. Sailors who were waiting for ladies took their hats off when she passed as her radiance captivated them, but she paid them no attention. She admired the simplicity of the town, and kept her eyes on her goal of obtaining food to last her and her crew until they reached England.

She had a spring in her step, because she does enjoy making port and talking to new people. The music flowed through the air as she passed some musicians, enchanting the young pirate. She wished there was more music on her ship, and also wished that she did not have to leave so soon.

She strolled through the farmers market, where she gathered lots of bread and meat and food. It only took her a few minutes to get her land-legs. She was successful as she remained anonymous during her mission.

Annette had slowed her walk as she looked down at her basket. She stuck her hand in it, and repositioned the foods that she bought to ensure she bought enough. While she was not paying attention, she yelped when she clashed with a young girl and was tackled to the ground.