"Well done Miss Thane, beautiful stance."
"Same to you, Mister Turner."
"Unfortunately the student has yet to surpass the teacher!" The young woman fell to the ground, a sword at her throat. The slightest movement from either of the persons could very well leave her decapitated.
"When will I ever?" The young man offered me his hand, as he removed the sword from its rather uncomfortable position.
"I doubt you ever will." The man smiled at me as I took his hand. The elderly blacksmith in the next room started to stir; we both turned our heads towards the man.
"I better get going if he catches me here again, it'll be my head." I gave the younger blacksmith his sword while grabbing my dress, slipping it over my pants and corset. Walking back to the man, I gave him a quick hug before leaving. "See you William."
The bell on the outside of the shop rang, as Adela Thane stepped out into the streets. My sea foam eyes scanning, over all the inhabitants in the street. My brown locks flowed with the oceans' current. My feet guiding me home, as I walked, by the sea. Those open waters, sailors on the ocean, free to choose where ever they wanted to go. No rules. Nobody dictating whether it was proper for them to fulfill their wishes. No dress making. Just them and the sea. I stopped in the street staring at the beach and the waters crashing upon the shores. I sat down on a rock near the ocean side gazing off into the horizon. My eyes glazed over.
"Adela!" Somebody calling my name snapped me out of my day dream.
"Adela! What in the world were you still doing out there? Its dark, we sent you out, three hours ago to deliver a dress to the Ryder house." My younger sister was fretting in the kitchen making sure the dinner was ready.
"Misses Ryder had to have her dress adjusted. She gained quite a few pounds ever since she got married. Blew up like a balloon, it embarrassing really." Kate gave me a look as I started to help with getting the table set. "If that's what happens after you get married then I don't plan on settling down anytime soon."
The plate Kate was holding slammed on to the table, almost shattering. "Adela, you always make things worse then they really are. Marriage isn't that bad. It's wonderful really, the feeling of knowing someone loves you so much that they want to spend the rest of their life with you…it's…it's a glorious feeling, I don't know what I would do If Robert hadn't come along. I'd probably turn out just like you and Gwen, old and bitter."
"First Gwen and I are not old. I'm only 20 for heavens sakes! Second I'm not bitter, just very testy, and not very accepting of people." I threw my dress over my head and placed it on the stand next to the entry way, where all the shop makers' dresses sat. Then I sat down in the usual spot, at the family dinner table, next the Kate and across from Gwen. "Third Gwen and I are perfectly normal; it's not uncommon these days that girls wait until their a little bit older to get married rather then being 16."
"Well, I would rather know that a young sailor man is ready to sweep me off my feet when I beckon for him, rather than pushing away every man that sets eyes on me. Or scaring them off in your case." Kate stated as she too took her seat.
"What are you two arguing about now? I swear it is never calm in this shop!" my older sister, Gwenivere entered the room, taking her seat across from me waiting for our other members to show up. "It's seems as though it's never quite in this house, honestly Kate, I can't wait till you run off with your husband."
"It's not running off! Robert and I are going to have a perfectly respectable wedding, and have a very traditional relationship inside the house!" Kate broke out of her normal character screaming at Gwen for insulting her.
Gwen glared at Kate until she finally came to her senses and took her seat. The three of us sat in silence until my parents entered.
"John I really don't think pink will go well with Miss Swan's complexion. She's too dark." My mother and Father entered talking about a new dress order that had just gone in for the governor's daughter.
"Whatever you feel is fitting my dear." My father replied with a sigh as they both took there seats, and our family started our regular dinner routine.
My father never was one for conflict especially if it involved him and his wife. Father always thought that a man should allow his wife to do what she pleased, and make her happy, he should bring the money, and she should take care of the offspring. Although that was my father's belief he never really did follow to it.
You see it's always been my mothers dream to run the best Boutique in Port Royal. As a result my mother wanted to marry into money so that her dream could come true. So as the story goes, when my mother was 15, the young Marianne Wellington met the handsome John Thane. They fell in love and got married before she even turned 16. My father wanting to make the love of his life happy got enough money to buy a local shop in the center of town, and make my mothers dreams come true. My sisters and I have lived above Le Joli, my family's dress shop, our whole lives.
Although the shop is overwhelmingly successful, my mother's taste for my money never died out, she wants my sisters and me to marry the wealthiest men in Port Royal as soon as we can.
"Adela, Adela, dear, are you listening to me?"
"Pardon?"
My mother glared at me when she realized her rant was going unheard. "Adela, you need to deliver Miss Swann's dress to her house tomorrow morning. She needs it before Norrington's promotion ceremony." I nodded my head in agreement.
Young Elizabeth Swan, she had the works, rich and glamorous life style, and of course plenty of young men in love with her. Young men, like my Will Turner. Yes that's correct I said my Will, he has been ever since he arrived in Port Royal 10 years ago. William Turner and I became fast friends; we shared everything together, secrets, stories, sword fights. Everything. So of course like every sane girl hanging around a fairly attractive man, I feel in love. Unfortunately, Will had other plans, and although he would never admit it to me, I had my suspicions about the feelings he harbored for the young Elizabeth Swann. Ugh. Elizabeth, everything is about her, my sister and I have both lost the men we love to this-
"NORRINGTON'S CEREMONY!" Gwen shrieked, she has been head over heels for the Captain since before I could remember, another childhood romance, like myself. Also like myself, lost in the shadow of the lovely Elizabeth Swan. "Mother! I want to go, why didn't anyone inform me of this ceremony!"
"Because we didn't want you to act like that!" Kate snipped.
"Girls stop bickering! Gwen we would have told you eventually, we just had over things to think about it slipped our mind. You could come though if you would like, the whole family got an invitation. Kate, Adela you could come too."
"Yes." I knew at that moment I had to go, my mother doesn't usually offer something like this, without hinting later that it would not be acceptable to not attend.
Gwen jumped from her chair, shocking everyone at the table. "Ah! Really! I've got to find something to wear for tomorrow! Adela come with me! May I be excused?" her mouth was running about a mile a minute; she usually got like this when Norrington was involved.
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After helping Gwen pick out her perfect dress, her also picking out mine, my mother made me do some finishing touches onto the Swan's dress. After, touching it up for an hour, I decided the craftsmanship was far beyond acceptable.
Dreading the day to come, I decided I should force my troubles out of my head with sleep. The moment my head made contact with the pillow I feel into a peaceful slumber.
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A/N: Heyy, this is my first fan fiction and it is a Jack Sparrow/OC but for right now it's Will in stead of jack so….hopefully you all like it. Leave me comments whether good or bad. I would love the feed back. Even the bad comments whould help to make the story more interesting, and I have tough skin so I don't really care about the whole your being a jerk thing. So yes comment!
-Rinny-