Thursday. 9.00pm.

Port Royal. Captain Norrington's house.

The day the pirates attacked.

Of course I didn't know that then. At the time all I had to look forward to was another day of boredom and misery as Captain Norrington's maid/skivvy, when in actual fact I was in store for a day of danger and misery as Commodore Norrington's maid/skivvy.

A lot can happen in a day.

I think I'll have to go right back to the start. Midday. A hot steamy kitchen. One stained apron. One tray of bread rolls. One mammoth heap of wholegrain flour.

I don't think I've even been so miserable in my life

I was hot, covered in flour, and up to my elbows in bread dough. The scalding Caribbean sun filtered in through the window and baked the bread before I'd even got it in the oven.

Not far away, I knew the man I was in love with was about to propose to someone else.

I hammered the dough a bit harder.

It's not like it was unexpected, I reflected, or that I'd stood a chance anyway, but it was enough to put me in a bad mood.

Flour flew in clumps as I smashed the life out of the bread dough.

My mind wandered out of the house, down the road and to the ceremony happening not far away, but what seemed like a whole world away from me.

The ceremony where Norrington became a commodore. The ceremony where he proposed to Miss Elizabeth Swann.

Oh, didn't I say before? I'm in love with my employer, James Norrington.

It's pathetic really.

But Norrington did save my life and that does tend to turn a girl's head. If only he could turn the head of the woman he loved. But I'm getting ahead of myself. More on that later.

Right now, I was pulverising the bread dough.

xXx

Thursday. Sometime later.

Port Royal. Captain Norrington's sink.

I think I said before, a lot can happen in a day. I now revise that to a lot can happen in an afternoon.

I went from baking bread to being chased by pirates in a matter of hours.

But again, I need to slow down and rewind.

It was evening. There was a bright full moon staring indifferently down on Port Royal where all was quiet except for the occasional snore that reverberated down the empty streets.

I was still awake, perched in the kitchen sink, (a surprisingly comfortable place to sit and watch the world go by in the street outside.) Norrington wasn't back yet; I assumed he was off playing commodore somewhere, so I had no work to do.

It's quite sad actually that with no jobs to do I was at quite such a loose end.

Then I heard the cannons.

I sat up in the sink and peered down the road, straining to see something I couldn't. Everything was quiet. A worried line appeared in my forehead.

Then the cannons started again, loud and frightening; several explosions in quick succession.

The silence that followed them was horribly final.

Then the screaming started.

Pirates were attacking Port Royal.

I didn't know then but they were going to ransack the town, burn, pillage and plunder, and then they were going to kidnap the Governor's daughter.

Everyone's lives, especially mine, were about to change drastically. My quiet life cooking, cleaning and pining for James Norrington was over. Things were about to get very interesting around here. And not everything interesting is necessarily good.

A lot can happen in a day. A lot happened today.

But there was so much more to come.


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