Summary: A young aristocrats daughter is none other then the mysterious
"Duchess" that roams and robs Port Royal. Will her secret be revealed when
one nightly escapade turns to disaster by running into the notorious
Captain Jack Saprrow? J/OC
Disclaimer: I do not own PotC.
Authors Notice: I sure hope that this hasn't been done already and if so, I didn't mean for it to happen. ^^; Please enjoy!
Duchess of Thieves
Chapter One:
"Father! I can make decisions on my own, do you not think I'm old enough?" Young Elise slammed her tea down, the liquid sloshed about in the cup spilling over the rim unto the plate beneath it. Elise couldn't take the news which was brought to her ears during these last few minutes. Quickly she brought herself up from the chair and turned around storming to her room. "Good night!"
"You shouldn't complain about what's best for you concerning your life!" Her father yelled, watching his daughter retreat upstairs. While other girls were happy about marriage, his daughter had to be the rebellious one.
Angrily Elise stormed down the hall, waiting until her feet carried her to the right room which belonged to her. These days it seemed as heaven just to be free of everything that took place in her world. She grasped the gold handle and forcefully launched it downward opening the door. Her room was rather large for one person but it suited her well, of course being her favorite room in the mansion.
Elise walked over to the back of the bed chamber. Crouching down to a piece of furniture, she started tugging on the latches of her dresser, letting the drawers easily slide out. The girl rummaged about pulling out random clothing units that would be best for what she was about to do. "I will not let my life be controlled forever! I can't and won't get married until I think it's time." She huffed.
When she was done dressing, she walked over to the full length mirror that was placed on the wall besides an open window. Elise started critiquing on what she accomplished. Her attire was very pirate looking, one that would be shocking to find in the room of a young aristocrat daughter. Hip low breeches were accompanied by a black belt which tilted a bit to one side and knee high boots that fit around her leg comfortably. Above her waist was a sleeveless white shirt, which was a tad short, only revealing a tad bit of skin.
"And for the finishing touch!" Elise said merrily as she trotted over to the bedside table picking up a black bandana, which was located in between two books. The bandana was soon wrapped around her head snugly as her blonde bangs showed in the front, and the rest of her shoulder blond hair was draped down.
Her dark hazel eyes traveled to the window as she found herself looking over the side taking deep breaths. She turned around and made her way down the ivy-covered trellis.
*
Elise yawned, slowly sliding to the edge of the bed. The slung her legs to the edge of the bed letting them dangle as she rubbed her eyes. If it were her way she'd still be in bed with the covers over her head with no interruptions, but that irritating knocking on the door was what always kept that dream from happening. Elise stood up stretching a bit before striding up towards the door. Mistakenly, she had forgotten to unlock the dreaded thing after her escapade that night. She knew what the maid would say once she was inside the room.
Sure enough the maid waddled in telling Elise how dangerous these days it was to have the door locked, while beckoning for the girl to make her way towards the dressing screen.
"Anne, I swear you and father were made for each other." Elise said rolling her eyes as she took her nightgown off and replaced it with a bodice. "You both seem to think I'm that same little girl who needed twenty-four hours of watching over. I'm 19 years old now! Why can't I be the one to make my own decisions?"
"Miss, it's just that with that thief gallivanting about I feel the need to be extra alert and watchful-" Anne pulled the laces of the corset that was starting to hug Elise's slender figure. Lucky for Elise she wasn't facing the maid for she was trying hard not to smile but ended up unsuccessful.
"Well then I would think the d-doors would NEED to be locked." She replied adding extra loudly for the corset was on it's final lace and being pulled extra hard. Now Anne was handed her dress that she gratefully put on. The mornings were always tedious and happened every day.
"Your father is waiting for you downstairs." Anne said as she bowed her head a bit, also starting to work on the bed that had been created into a very messy sight throughout the night.
*
Elise walked out of her bedroom, picking her feet up slowly moving inch by inch. She wasn't looking forward to seeing her father again knowing that he would bring up the conversation last night where they both left off. He wanted her to be like all of the other prissy girls that she grew up with, but being like that would have been a facade. That's why she was going to avoid the morning.
"Miss your breakfast is ready."
"I'm sorry Francesca, but I don't think I'll be staying. I think a walk around Port Royal will do me good." Her stomach growled at the thought of the delicious meal she'd be missing out on, but talking about marriage would cease the moment. The maid nodded her head in understanding and briskly trotted to the kitchen. Elise smiled as she finally was free once again.
She turned the knob and let the sun shine on her skin letting, everything seem more wonderful then it really was. Her father was not to far down the stoned path the lead her out to the streets, seeming to be talking to a man. A groan rattled in her throat, now she'd have to make another invisible escape from her prison. Slowly she crept out of sight of the two men and into the shadows of the trees located here and there through out the landscaping. Occasionally running before the eyes fell upon her, she did well enough to become excited about being so close to freedom.
She could hear what they were talking about.
"Did you hear about what happened last night?" The much younger man said. He was dressed properly and elegantly with a brown wig atop his head. He was swaying back and forth from his stance.
"There was another robbery. But I never heard the full story from Anne." Elise's father replied with his hands placed behind his back.
"That there was sir. About just before midnight they say, the Duchess of Thieves broke into some of the stores located in the center of Port Royal. The Royal navy was dispatched and couldn't find a trace of clues or anything for the capture of the thief. Sly one that Duchess is." The man shook his head solemnly.
"Well I highly doubt that the thief will live to tell the story of another escapade. Surly we'll capture the silly thing and rid of it just like the pirates that haunt our fair port. Good day Mr. Squallier." The man named Mr. Squallier bowed and tipped his hat, strolling out of the boundaries of their home, while your father headed to the front of the house.
During that whole conversation, Elise couldn't hide her amusement from behind the tree, she stood there up against the bark with a smile plastered on her face.
So the entire Port knew of what happened. Nothing the Duchess couldn't handle.
*
Jack Sparrow makes his appearance next chapter folks! Give me some feed back people! If this story doesn't do well then I'm afraid I'll end it on the spot. ;.; I'm sorry but I have other stories and spending my time on a fic that people don't read isn't helping. So R&R!
Push that Button!
Disclaimer: I do not own PotC.
Authors Notice: I sure hope that this hasn't been done already and if so, I didn't mean for it to happen. ^^; Please enjoy!
Duchess of Thieves
Chapter One:
"Father! I can make decisions on my own, do you not think I'm old enough?" Young Elise slammed her tea down, the liquid sloshed about in the cup spilling over the rim unto the plate beneath it. Elise couldn't take the news which was brought to her ears during these last few minutes. Quickly she brought herself up from the chair and turned around storming to her room. "Good night!"
"You shouldn't complain about what's best for you concerning your life!" Her father yelled, watching his daughter retreat upstairs. While other girls were happy about marriage, his daughter had to be the rebellious one.
Angrily Elise stormed down the hall, waiting until her feet carried her to the right room which belonged to her. These days it seemed as heaven just to be free of everything that took place in her world. She grasped the gold handle and forcefully launched it downward opening the door. Her room was rather large for one person but it suited her well, of course being her favorite room in the mansion.
Elise walked over to the back of the bed chamber. Crouching down to a piece of furniture, she started tugging on the latches of her dresser, letting the drawers easily slide out. The girl rummaged about pulling out random clothing units that would be best for what she was about to do. "I will not let my life be controlled forever! I can't and won't get married until I think it's time." She huffed.
When she was done dressing, she walked over to the full length mirror that was placed on the wall besides an open window. Elise started critiquing on what she accomplished. Her attire was very pirate looking, one that would be shocking to find in the room of a young aristocrat daughter. Hip low breeches were accompanied by a black belt which tilted a bit to one side and knee high boots that fit around her leg comfortably. Above her waist was a sleeveless white shirt, which was a tad short, only revealing a tad bit of skin.
"And for the finishing touch!" Elise said merrily as she trotted over to the bedside table picking up a black bandana, which was located in between two books. The bandana was soon wrapped around her head snugly as her blonde bangs showed in the front, and the rest of her shoulder blond hair was draped down.
Her dark hazel eyes traveled to the window as she found herself looking over the side taking deep breaths. She turned around and made her way down the ivy-covered trellis.
*
Elise yawned, slowly sliding to the edge of the bed. The slung her legs to the edge of the bed letting them dangle as she rubbed her eyes. If it were her way she'd still be in bed with the covers over her head with no interruptions, but that irritating knocking on the door was what always kept that dream from happening. Elise stood up stretching a bit before striding up towards the door. Mistakenly, she had forgotten to unlock the dreaded thing after her escapade that night. She knew what the maid would say once she was inside the room.
Sure enough the maid waddled in telling Elise how dangerous these days it was to have the door locked, while beckoning for the girl to make her way towards the dressing screen.
"Anne, I swear you and father were made for each other." Elise said rolling her eyes as she took her nightgown off and replaced it with a bodice. "You both seem to think I'm that same little girl who needed twenty-four hours of watching over. I'm 19 years old now! Why can't I be the one to make my own decisions?"
"Miss, it's just that with that thief gallivanting about I feel the need to be extra alert and watchful-" Anne pulled the laces of the corset that was starting to hug Elise's slender figure. Lucky for Elise she wasn't facing the maid for she was trying hard not to smile but ended up unsuccessful.
"Well then I would think the d-doors would NEED to be locked." She replied adding extra loudly for the corset was on it's final lace and being pulled extra hard. Now Anne was handed her dress that she gratefully put on. The mornings were always tedious and happened every day.
"Your father is waiting for you downstairs." Anne said as she bowed her head a bit, also starting to work on the bed that had been created into a very messy sight throughout the night.
*
Elise walked out of her bedroom, picking her feet up slowly moving inch by inch. She wasn't looking forward to seeing her father again knowing that he would bring up the conversation last night where they both left off. He wanted her to be like all of the other prissy girls that she grew up with, but being like that would have been a facade. That's why she was going to avoid the morning.
"Miss your breakfast is ready."
"I'm sorry Francesca, but I don't think I'll be staying. I think a walk around Port Royal will do me good." Her stomach growled at the thought of the delicious meal she'd be missing out on, but talking about marriage would cease the moment. The maid nodded her head in understanding and briskly trotted to the kitchen. Elise smiled as she finally was free once again.
She turned the knob and let the sun shine on her skin letting, everything seem more wonderful then it really was. Her father was not to far down the stoned path the lead her out to the streets, seeming to be talking to a man. A groan rattled in her throat, now she'd have to make another invisible escape from her prison. Slowly she crept out of sight of the two men and into the shadows of the trees located here and there through out the landscaping. Occasionally running before the eyes fell upon her, she did well enough to become excited about being so close to freedom.
She could hear what they were talking about.
"Did you hear about what happened last night?" The much younger man said. He was dressed properly and elegantly with a brown wig atop his head. He was swaying back and forth from his stance.
"There was another robbery. But I never heard the full story from Anne." Elise's father replied with his hands placed behind his back.
"That there was sir. About just before midnight they say, the Duchess of Thieves broke into some of the stores located in the center of Port Royal. The Royal navy was dispatched and couldn't find a trace of clues or anything for the capture of the thief. Sly one that Duchess is." The man shook his head solemnly.
"Well I highly doubt that the thief will live to tell the story of another escapade. Surly we'll capture the silly thing and rid of it just like the pirates that haunt our fair port. Good day Mr. Squallier." The man named Mr. Squallier bowed and tipped his hat, strolling out of the boundaries of their home, while your father headed to the front of the house.
During that whole conversation, Elise couldn't hide her amusement from behind the tree, she stood there up against the bark with a smile plastered on her face.
So the entire Port knew of what happened. Nothing the Duchess couldn't handle.
*
Jack Sparrow makes his appearance next chapter folks! Give me some feed back people! If this story doesn't do well then I'm afraid I'll end it on the spot. ;.; I'm sorry but I have other stories and spending my time on a fic that people don't read isn't helping. So R&R!
Push that Button!