Hey!!!! Ok...Now, I'm fixing this story, cause...the lines are all bunched up and stuff...so, I'm taking the time to Fix it. Yea, I know... I shoulda done this earlier, but I didn't...so deal with it...Now, when I am finsished, completely finsished, with this story, then I will start on part Two!!! HAHAHAHA! Evil...I know. Live with it:)
Here's a Disclamer so ppl won't sue my crazy self: I Own absolutley nothing, just Shyla Heaven Swann, and her mother's necklace, and the spider (shivers). For those of you who know nothing about the, spider, you will later on...in later chapters...Don't skip to find it, I'll be upset. For those of you who have read and know what I'm talking about...Hello again! Also, I've made changes but not that many and in some chapters I've made none! HAHAHA...Love me for it. R&R (Read & Review)
"talking", thoughts, setting's change!
Chapter One: Shyla Heaven Swann!
My name is Shyla Heaven Swann, My younger sister happens to be that of Elizabeth Angel Swann and my father, Weatherby Swann who's the governor of Port Royal. I am of the age of 19 years; Elizabeth is 18, a year younger.
She and I were very close even though we're a few months apart. I also am familiar with the young William Turner. He and my sister are in love with one another, but will not admit it. So, I try my best to help them. I do not listen to my father, but Elizabeth does. We are the opposite, which is why we get along just fine. But this is a story of how Jack and me became together.
Here, let me start from when he first came to Port Royal, oh what a day that was. I thought I hated him worth all my being for what he had done to my young sister. I awoke, to find my father in my room with his two maids….
"Father, what is the meaning of this?" I asked, surprised he entered without knocking. He smiled at me.
"Shyla, I have a gift for you." he said and the maid handed him the box.
I quickly put on my house coat. I stood up and took the lid off of the box, and pulled out a beautiful gown that was of a beautiful light blue decoration and white, the blue were of flowers, and it had golden beads with some red also. It was beautiful. He had also gotten me a new corset, which was blue, matching the gown. I walked behind the changing wall, and the maids put them on me, like I was but a child. I hated being treated as though I couldn't dress myself, but there was no point in fighting my father, he was a great loving man.
"Shyla, how's it coming?" he asked, about the corset and dress. I smiled. Let's put you in this dress, and you can tell me!
"It's coming along nicely, father. Cept for it's a tad bit hard to breathe." I said.
"I was told it is the latest fashion in France"
"Well, they surely have good taste, I have to say." I told him. Then they finished with it, which I was very thankful for. I hate corsets to death. I wished they weren't invented for anything.l
"Thank you, girls." I said and they left the room. I walked out and stood near the front of my father.
"May I inquire as to the occasion?" I asked him. He smiled.
"Should a father need an occasion to dote upon his daughter?" he asked. I smiled and rolled my eyes playfully.
"I guess you are right, father." I said and sat down. He smiled and walked near me. Hands behind his back, gray wig on his head, and eyes holding a twinkle.
"You and your sister look so much of your mother. But you, my lovely Shyla, have your mother's young spirit, fiery and lovely and that of a free will. Elizabeth has the other side of your mother, loving and fiery yet, but not as much as you"
"Father, may I say. I am much like mother as you say, but still I am my own person…I just show some of what mother left in me…her spirit. I love her much, and miss her so." I said. He nodded and put a hand on my shoulder.
"So do I, young one. Now, as you know Norrington is coming to Commodore this day." he said. I sighed. Ugh, Norrington...I hate that man!
"Oh, yes…Norrington." I said, without emotion. I hated Norrington, never changing that man. Gets on my right last nerve.
"What of this day, father?" I asked and turned to him.
"He shall be proposing to Elizabeth, this fine day. As Gillette to you. I feel as though you have resentment to this." he said. I looked at him.
"Yes, father. I have much resentment to this, and those two men. But, I will do as I feel right. I will take heed and think of accepting his proposal. But that does not mean I will, father." I said. He smiled.
"As long as you think about it. My dear daughter. I will leave you be now, I have something for Elizabeth also. Something from London." he said. I nodded, with a fake smile on my face.
"Yes, I see. Good luck with your day father." I said as he left my room. As soon as he left, I rolled my eyes, and a maid walked in.
"Miss Swann how would you like your hair today?" she asked. I looked at her.
"Oh, Marie. Please, call me Shyla, I hate being called Miss." I said, with a smile, she too smiled.
"As you wish, Shyla. Now, about your hair. How shall we put it today?" she asked. I smiled.
"I think, we should curl it, and put some up in front. What do you think?" I asked, happily.
She smiled. My hair being that of a beautiful blondish/brown color, mostly blonde when the light touches it. My eyes are like my mothers, a beautiful sapphire blue, they are what I cherish most of me.
"It would be beautiful." she said and put it the way we talked about. After I got done, I went down stairs and seen William looking around. I then seen him touch a candle holder and it broke. I smiled.
"You know… those are very expensive, Mr. Turner." I said and walked down the stairs. He looked at me and gasped, he turned a little pale.
"I will work to pa--" I cut him off.
"No need to do so. What father doesn't know will not hurt, I say. So, how have you been lately?" I asked him. He smiled.
"You're very kind, Miss Swann. And I've been great. How about you?" he asked. I smiled and sighed.
"I've been on the good side of luck lately. Father will be down shortly, I think. And I've been great too. Still in love with my baby sister?" I asked, this question perplexed him. I smiled.
"See William, you are not the only one who feels for one. I seen the way you look at my sister. I know things, Mr. Turner and she may feel the same for you. But, I can not give you the truthful answer, for I promised I wouldn't do so." I said and he smiled.
"Ah, yes. I see, the sister talk, has been done." he said. It was an inside joke. I smiled, and father came down.
"Ah, Mr. Turner. Good to see you again." father said. Will nodded.
"Good day, sir. I have your order." he added. He gave my father the box, or sat it on the table and opened it and my father took the sword to look at it.
"The blade is folded steel. That's gold filigree laid into the handle. If I may." Will said and father handed him the sword.
"Perfectly balanced. The tang is nearly the full width of the blade." Will said and tossed it into the air, pointing the handle toward father and gave the sword back to father. I smiled.
Yes that's William; he knows how to handle any sword you throw at him. Smart really, and I'm starting to see why my sister love's him so. But she just don't know she does yet.
"Impressive. Very impressive." father said. "Now, now. Commodore Norrington is going to be very please with this." father added. I rolled my eyes.
"Oh, Norrington. I should have known it was for him. Actually, I don't see why I forgot it was. That man is a big spoiled barbarian, he'd love to kill anyone if they were marked with the brand of a pirate, even against their will…how shrewd he is." I said rolling my eyes. Father looked at me with one of his warning looks.
"Surely, you could give him a chance to prove he is but a good man?" father asked me. I shook my head.
"Father, the day I started to dislike that man, was when we found William, and that's not going to change anytime soon." I said and went out to the carriage.
Ok, that's that. I know, it's short even after the small changes I've made. I couldn't think, so sue me! Ok...NO I take that back. Do NOT sue me. I've not got one penny in my name! (looks around for supiscious ppl) Ok...you'r awesome ppl, Review me, tell me what you think, if you hate it, if you like it, if you want a sequel...oh...wait until you finish the story to tell me the last part otay! OTAY!...otay.
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