Disclaimer: I only own Bellamae
She is portrayed by Ashley Graham(a gorgeous "plus size" model. Curvy and healthy figure, strong arms and thighs, and her boobs aren't that bad X3 she is what "skinny" models should look like)
"Thank you for once again returning my daughter, Mr. Turner." my father thanked Will while our maids ushered me inside from the rain. At least it was Will that found me this time and not Captain Norrington. My sister, Elizabeth, watched with concern from the railing at the top of the stairs. I had snuck out to the tavern again after everyone had gone to sleep.
"This is the fifth time this month Bellamae! What is so special about that place? People are beginning to talk." Father lectured. With me being eldest of the governor's daughters I am supposed to be on my best behavior. I am twenty while Elizabeth is eighteen.
"Then let them talk!"
"Do you even know what they are saying?"
"No, but I couldn't care less. They are merely trying to distract themselves from their boring lives and that is what I am trying to do."
"Boring?! You believe your life to be boring. I've worked too hard to just let you throw your life away to some man!"
"Man! You think I go out to meet a man? That I don't have enough dignity to save myself?"
"That isn't what I meant."
"Yes it is! Father I only go there because of the stories. Those sailors come back telling me of adventures I will never have. I listen to my tutors and stick to my studies. I am in this house and this port day in and day out. I've read all the books that have come to Port Royal. I just want a little adventure." I argued. Tears streaming from my honey brown eyes. I left out that the sailors also taught me how to sword fight and how to use a pistol. Father sighed and said nothing. All was silent. The servants hung onto every word hoping for the best gossip I suppose.
"You remind me so much of your mother." he said. I rolled my eyes. Here we go again.
"I know, father. But you're changing the subject. I am not giving myself to anyone. Now if you'll excuse me I am tired and going to bed." I said before going up stairs to my room, ignoring Elizabeth's curious looks. I usually come home and tell her the stories, but not tonight it seems.
I removed my wavy brown hair from the hat I was wearing. I undressed from the tight painful wraps, black breeches, and white sailor's shirt before removing the muddy boots from my feet then I put on a peach colored nightgown. Clara, one of the maids came in and took the clothes to be washed and hidden again while I brushed out my hair in the vanity. Elizabeth had gotten fathers looks but mother's hair. I had gotten mother's looks but father's hair.
Once I finished brushing my hair I rubbed my breasts. Those wraps really hurt and still showed slight bumps which is why I wear a loose shirt. The hat not only hides my hair but also my non-boyish face.
I sighed exhausted as I lay in bed and fell asleep immediately. Dreaming of the voyage that brought my family to Port Royal after my Father had become the governor of Port Royal.
My eyes shot open. That memory dream was so vivid. I sat up and lit a lantern then put on a dressing gown before going over to my jewelry box at the vanity and opened a secret compartment and pulled the medallion out. Elizabeth originally had it but said it gave her nightmares so she gave it to me to hold onto. She didn't want Will hung for having it. I put it on and let the cold metal rest against my chest. A knock on the door startled me from my thoughts.
"Bellamae, is everything alright? Are you decent? I'd like to talk." father's voice sounded from behind the door.
"Yes!" I called. The door opened and in came my father along with Clara and Estrella.
"Still in bed at this hour? It's a beautiful day." he commented as if nothing happened last night. Ah well, live and let live I suppose. Estrella opened the curtains blinding me for a moment. Clara held a box in her arms.
"I have a gift for you." he then opened the box and in it was a gorgeous velvet burgundy and cream striped dress. Golden designs were embroidered into it. Under it was one of those 'corsets'. I admired the dress.
"It's beautiful. May I enquire as to an occasion? Did Elizabeth get one as well?" I asked. Attempting to get an apology.
"Of course she did, she is already dressed and in the gardens waiting. Now does there have to be an occasion. Can't a father dote upon his daughters with gifts?" he asked while took the dress with me behind the dressing screen. Clara and Estrella following.
"Although I did think you and Elizabeth should look your best at the ceremony today." he added.
"Ceremony?" I questioned. I was forgetting something.
"Captain Norrington's promotion ceremony." I completely forgot! Well he has been busy with work and patrolling. Captain Norrington and I aren't as close as we used to be. He's been pulling away. Oh my goodness! Does the corset have to be this tight?!
"Or, rather, Commodore Norrington...a fine gentleman, don't you think?"
"Of course!" I answered. I smiled with pride. If only his father were alive. James wanted to prove to himself to his father ever since he was saved, by a pirate, from drowning.
"He fancies you, you know."
"Does he?!" I didn't mean to sound so shocked but Estrella wasn't going easy with the corset at all. I sent her a glare and she finished tying it but I was having a hard time breathing. Finally the dress.
"How's it coming?" I tried to get a breath in to answer but couldn't fully inhale.
"Difficult to say." was all I could get out.
"Governor? There is a caller at the door." our butler's voice came.
"Alright, meet me downstairs when you're finished Bellamae." he said.
Once the dress was on my hair was put half up and half down then curled. I put in earrings and lightly powdered my face. Clara helped me put on shoes. I looked at myself in the mirror and gasped before wincing as my ribs felt like they were crushed. I looked as thin as a twig! My curved figure was almost literally an hourglass with the waist tightened. Thank goodness the dress covered my breasts because they looked like they were going to burst. Estrella retrieved me a fan and parasol.
I headed downstairs at the sound of my name. We were all ready to leave. Will had come to drop off a sword it seemed. He and Elizabeth were giving each other goo goo eyes. I smirked knowingly at her while we got into the carriage.
"Are you alright Bella? You look pale." Elizabeth questioned. I nodded signaling I was fine. I suppose her corset wasn't as tight as mine, or maybe our corsets were switched.
"Bellamae dear, Dear, I do hope you demonstrate a bit more decorum in front of Commodore Norrington. After all, it is only through his efforts that Port Royal has become at all civilized." Father commented. I fanned myself and simply nodded while looking out the window. He scowled and looked out his own window. Elizabeth grabbed my hand and held it softly. I squeezed it gently.
We soon arrived at Fort Charles and took our places among the crowd, it seems as if everyone from Port Royal is here. We'll have a close view of the ceremony. Silence fell as it began. Perfectly synchronized, the navy men followed commands and pointed their bayonets to the sky as the newly stated Commodore James Norrington emerged in his new uniform and walk under them. I smiled with pride as he stepped up to my father, ready to receive his new sword.
Why is it so bloody hot?! I fanned myself as fervently I could without appearing odd. The parole did little to stop the sun from reaching me. With choreographed precision, father removed the sword and scabbard from the presentation case, held by a uniformed navy man. He slides the sword into the scabbard before holding it out vertically to Norrington. He grasped the scabbard from my father, accepting the sword. Norrington drew the sword before doing a quick flourish and snapped the blade up in front of his face. Father stepped forward, pins a medal to Norrington's jacket then steps back.
Norrington nodded in respect before turning smartly, he nods to his fellow officers, turned again and nods to the audience - dignitaries, merchants, plantation owners, their families. I sent him a smile as we briefly made eye contact. Another flourish, and he returns the sword to its scabbard. The silence is broken by loud applause. I was only able to applaud lightly before wincing. Bringing my arms together brought pain to my ribs, I discreetly tried to adjust the corset but Clara smacked my hand, I scowled at her.
As the crowd began to move and socialize I handed Clara my parasol and headed for the shade with Elizabeth. Elizabeth gossiped lightly with the miller's daughters while I idly listened. The shade was barely helping, my throat was extremely dry and I felt parched. I tried to take a deep breath but winced lightly. I was barely able to move my fan anymore. I was so ready to just steal one of these bayonets and just slice this damn thing off not caring that everyone could see my-
"May I have a moment?" Commodore Norrington's voice interrupted my thoughts making me open my eyes. When did I close them? He extended his arm and I took it, trying not to lean on him too much but it felt like I need the support. He walks me away from the party, toward the parapet. I mentally groaned, back into the sun. I used the pillar to help me stand at the half-wall in the breeze, releasing his arm. Silence was between us before he said something but I couldn't quite catch it. I frowned unable to focus on breathing in to ask him to repeat what he said.
"I apologize if I seem forward – but I must speak my mind." it seemed the last bit he said to himself. He took a deep breath. I furrowed my brows and began fanning myself again hoping to get more air into me.
"This promotion confirms that I have accomplished the goals I set for myself in my career. But it also casts into sharp relief that which I have not achieved. The thing all men most require: a marriage to a fine woman..." he turned away from me. Was he proposing?! I wanted no I needed to gasp. Black spots appeared in my vision.
"You have become a fine woman, Bellamae." Commodore James Norrington just proposed!
"I can't breathe." I gasped out before my knees finally buckled from underneath me and I tumbled over the wall. My vision went dark as I heard someone shout my name worriedly.
Well what do you guys think? This is all directly with the script with my own input in it along with some lines and details changed with my character. She's very different from Elizabeth. Review! Link to her clothes are on my page. Sorry it's short.