Newsflash

Elizabeth stared at her mug of rum before taking a sip. The only reason she drank that beastly liquid was because it reminded her of a certain Pirate named Captain Sparrow. She then decided to go outside to watch the starry night. Elizabeth was then shoved into a nearby wall by a man." Hey!" She yelled aloud angrily. " Sorry miss." The man said. Obviously this man was no pirate and clearly never been to Tortuga. " By the way, do you know by any chance certain pirate called Elizabeth Swann? No. not Swann.." He thought for a moment and snapped his fingers. " Turner! Ahh yes Turner! Not Swann."

" Yes... it is I.." Elizabeth says with curiousity. What could this man possibly want? " Ahh, Captain Swann.. err. I mean.." " Just call me Elizabeth Swann" Elizabeth interjected getting a little annoyed in the man's slowness. "Very well, I am a messanger from the Black Pearl." This got Elizabeth's attention. " The Black Pearl?" The man nodded. " My name is Mr. Smith."

" Ahh yes, pleasure to make your acquaintance, Mr. Smith." She said. " I am afraid I have some horrible news for you, Miss Swann." He said with a hint of either sorrow or worry in his tone. " Yes?" Elizabeth said. What could it be? " You may have heard... of a battle." he said hesitanting a little. Elizabeth thought for a while. Now that Smith mentioned it, she did remember that there was a battle aboard Jack's ship. Barbossa had turned agaisnt him since they were still arguing about who was in possesion of the Pearl. " Yes, I have heard of the battle. Why do you ask?" Smith again hesitated.

" The battle... had not gone so well as Jack and his crew had hoped." He began slowly. " Jack lost his ship.. didn't he?" Elizabeth said rolling her eyes. He nodded. "I knew it." " Not only that, Miss Swann, but the crew... no longer has a captain." She widened her eyes. " What do you mean?" Smith took a step backwards. " I'm afraid... that Captain Jack Sparrow... did not survive the fight,lass." A loud shattering was heard as Elizabeth dropped her mug that was, by the way made out of glass, into the floor. " No... It can't be! You cannot be serious!"

Smith took another step backwards. " I wish I wasn't... But... Unfortunately, I am perfectly serious. Barbossa killed him. Sword driven right into his heart, I heard. Here is his hat, and his compass. Before he died, he made the special request to give this, " He handed Jack's effect to her hands " To you." Elizabeth gripped the hat and compass tightly. She then saw the bloodstain in the hat. Jack's blood. Then she dropped them into the ground making a clattering noise because of the compass.

" No... " She whispered. " Elizabeth?" He said. " Are you alright?" Elizabeth kneeled down gripping where her heart was. Feeling a horrible pain. " No... no.." she kept repeated. Tears rolled down her cheeks rapidly. "It hurts.." She said almost whispering. " My heart hurts.." What she was feeling was worse than death. Any torture that man had ever created... It was.. heartbreak. " Jack.. why do you abondon me again?" She yelled to the heavens.

" Well.. that went well." Mr. Smith said walking away with a sigh leaving Elizabeth in her complete agony. Somehow, she knew the pain that she was feeling in her heart, was the pain that Jack was feeling when Barbossa droved the blade into his chest. " How much it hurts." She said was all alone in the world now. With no one. Her mother was gone when she was a mere child. Her father killed. Jack killed by Barbossa. Jack.. It is like fate wants me to lose all of the people I had ever loved.

" Maybe it will just be better if I die.." Elizabeth said to herself. She closed her eyes and fell into a deep sleep.

She ran.. and kept running.

The hallways with no end.

So many doors. But all of them were locked.

Elizabeth couldn't go anywhere now. She would be stuck in her misery forever.

No wait.

There is a door opened. A light is in it.

She enters the lighted room and the light immediately vanishes. The door behind her slams shut and locks itself so Elizabeth cannot escape. She slams her fist into the wooden door, pounding on it furiosly until her knuckles bleed.

There was no avoiding it now. She would be stuck in that pitch- black room until someone will unlock the door for her and set her free. Someone.

What is this door? Behold the door that enters...

The World of Madnesss