Fears.
Hi people. This is my first POTC fic. Please review me. Do NOT flame. I am not good with criticism, but if you fell that you absolutely must then drop it easily, and you must say two good things, for every one bad.
I don't own POTC. So don't sue.
Celia was beyond miserable. She was hot, sea sick, and terrified. Of coarse, Celia was ALWAYS terrified. It seemed like no matter the circumstance, there was always something worth fear. There was no escaping it. This was a source of unbelievable agitation of her father. He was having a horrible time finding a husband who could get over the fact that she emitted ear-splitting shrieks at least twice a day, which could last for hours. But that wasn't Celia's fault; she couldn't help it. That did not stop her father from scolding her and lecturing her for hours on end about why her fears were irrational.
"How are you feeling?" Celia jumped three feet into the air and let out a small yelp.
"I'm sorry, I did not mean to sneak up on you. Are you all right Miss Thomas?" The voice of Jonathan Black made its way to her ear through the thick layers of fear Celia was releasing. She noticed a hint of amusement in his voice. Oh so he thought it was funny did he? Bastard. Asshole. Jackass. Son of a Bitch. She was going to die from fear of everything, and he thought it was just some kind of joke? That REALLY pissed her off.
"I-I'm f-f-fine, M-mr. Black. Th-thank you for your c-concern." She stumbled through the words. She would NEVER say that it offended her the way his voice held the air of amusement. Nope, she preferred to just stay quiet and say as little as possible. Damn her fearful ways.
"Alright, if you require anything don't hesitate to say so." He said smiling at her reaction. She imagined herself biting off his head and spitting it back out into the ocean, and watch it roll around while she laughed insanily.
"I-I will, thank you, Mr. Black." Yeah right, that would not happen. She could be starving to death, and still the only sound she might make were screams of terror.
"Have a nice day Miss Thomas." He smiled straitening up. He was tall, way taller than Celia. He had light, blue eyes, and a rather stern face. The smile on his face just didn't fit in right. He had a strong chin, small lips, and well-defined cheekbones. Celia had a weaker chin, rounder cheeks, large pouty lips, and green-gold eyes. She was pretty, in a different way. Her long platinum blond hair, which was occasionally mistaken for white, was in a braid that reached the small of her back.
"You as well, Mr. Black." Jerk. Oh how she wished him pain. As soon as he turned to go, she got up and went to go find her father. She walked around the ship aimlessly, careful not to upset anyone's concentration. When she found him he was sitting down below the decks, in a chair, writing who knows what down. Celia's younger brother, and only sibling, was sitting next to him.
"Father? W-when will we be at our new home? I cannot stand to be on this ship for another moment." Celia asked quietly.
"Celia, I'm not sure. I have been too busy to keep track of days. You know this isn't as bad as you crack it up to be, you'll love it in the Caribbean." Her father said not looking up. Oh no, she didn't mind the Caribbean. It was the pirate stories she'd heard. She did NOT want to be on an island in a place that had known pirates. What was wrong with England? Was it too much to ask to let her be left alone, and not have to worry about new things that she could, and would be horrified of? Obviously it was.
Her brother looked up at her and smiled. His name was George, and he was a little hell raiser if she'd ever seen one. His favorite pass time was finding out new ways to scare Celia into an early grave. She often dreamed about bashing his head in with a shovel. He was tall for a boy his age. It seemed like everyone was taller than Celia, probably because that was an easy thing to achieve. Damn her lack of height. He had dark brown hair, dark brown eyes; he was the exact opposite of his sister. No body would have guessed they were related. George was an exact replica of his father. Celia had no idea where her looks came from; she didn't look too much like her mother either. Unfortunately her mother had died giving birth to George. Which gave Celia the fear of having children. Life was just a God damned peach wasn't it?
George opened his mouth, which was Celia's cue to leave. She spun on her heels, and walked out as fast as she could. She walked back up on deck. That's where she noticed that everyone was now equipped with a gun, and the cannons were being loaded. She let out a short shriek. Every one on deck jumped and turned to look at the petrified girl who made the unpleasant sound. After a few moments, everyone returned to their work.
"No need to be afraid, Miss Thomas, we spotted a ship out in the distance, and its purely a precautionary measure. There have been many pirate attacks lately, and we just want to be sure." Mr. Black said approaching her cautiously. He noticed the, if possible, more frightened face of Celia, and realized his mistake.
"Not that we think its pirates, its only to be sure. I assure you nothings going to happen. I promise Miss Thomas I won't let anything-" He stopped after realizing his comforting words, weren't comforting. He sighed.
"I'll take care of it. You should go to your quarters, it'll feel safer there." He figured that was his best bet, put her somewhere that she couldn't see what was happening. Her face was still twisted in fear, but she turned to go below decks. He suspected that she was too frightened to talk, so he was ok with her lack of acknowledgment.
Celia walked to her quarters, her throat dry. Oh she hoped Mr. Black hadn't taken any offence, but the only sound she trusted that she would be able to make under any situations was a high-pitched shriek. And she had a nasty suspicion that was all the noise her vocal cords could stir up at the moment.
She laid on her bed, feeling the gentle rock of the ocean, which despite her fears, managed to lull her to short-lived sleep.
Review me!
Hi people. This is my first POTC fic. Please review me. Do NOT flame. I am not good with criticism, but if you fell that you absolutely must then drop it easily, and you must say two good things, for every one bad.
I don't own POTC. So don't sue.
Celia was beyond miserable. She was hot, sea sick, and terrified. Of coarse, Celia was ALWAYS terrified. It seemed like no matter the circumstance, there was always something worth fear. There was no escaping it. This was a source of unbelievable agitation of her father. He was having a horrible time finding a husband who could get over the fact that she emitted ear-splitting shrieks at least twice a day, which could last for hours. But that wasn't Celia's fault; she couldn't help it. That did not stop her father from scolding her and lecturing her for hours on end about why her fears were irrational.
"How are you feeling?" Celia jumped three feet into the air and let out a small yelp.
"I'm sorry, I did not mean to sneak up on you. Are you all right Miss Thomas?" The voice of Jonathan Black made its way to her ear through the thick layers of fear Celia was releasing. She noticed a hint of amusement in his voice. Oh so he thought it was funny did he? Bastard. Asshole. Jackass. Son of a Bitch. She was going to die from fear of everything, and he thought it was just some kind of joke? That REALLY pissed her off.
"I-I'm f-f-fine, M-mr. Black. Th-thank you for your c-concern." She stumbled through the words. She would NEVER say that it offended her the way his voice held the air of amusement. Nope, she preferred to just stay quiet and say as little as possible. Damn her fearful ways.
"Alright, if you require anything don't hesitate to say so." He said smiling at her reaction. She imagined herself biting off his head and spitting it back out into the ocean, and watch it roll around while she laughed insanily.
"I-I will, thank you, Mr. Black." Yeah right, that would not happen. She could be starving to death, and still the only sound she might make were screams of terror.
"Have a nice day Miss Thomas." He smiled straitening up. He was tall, way taller than Celia. He had light, blue eyes, and a rather stern face. The smile on his face just didn't fit in right. He had a strong chin, small lips, and well-defined cheekbones. Celia had a weaker chin, rounder cheeks, large pouty lips, and green-gold eyes. She was pretty, in a different way. Her long platinum blond hair, which was occasionally mistaken for white, was in a braid that reached the small of her back.
"You as well, Mr. Black." Jerk. Oh how she wished him pain. As soon as he turned to go, she got up and went to go find her father. She walked around the ship aimlessly, careful not to upset anyone's concentration. When she found him he was sitting down below the decks, in a chair, writing who knows what down. Celia's younger brother, and only sibling, was sitting next to him.
"Father? W-when will we be at our new home? I cannot stand to be on this ship for another moment." Celia asked quietly.
"Celia, I'm not sure. I have been too busy to keep track of days. You know this isn't as bad as you crack it up to be, you'll love it in the Caribbean." Her father said not looking up. Oh no, she didn't mind the Caribbean. It was the pirate stories she'd heard. She did NOT want to be on an island in a place that had known pirates. What was wrong with England? Was it too much to ask to let her be left alone, and not have to worry about new things that she could, and would be horrified of? Obviously it was.
Her brother looked up at her and smiled. His name was George, and he was a little hell raiser if she'd ever seen one. His favorite pass time was finding out new ways to scare Celia into an early grave. She often dreamed about bashing his head in with a shovel. He was tall for a boy his age. It seemed like everyone was taller than Celia, probably because that was an easy thing to achieve. Damn her lack of height. He had dark brown hair, dark brown eyes; he was the exact opposite of his sister. No body would have guessed they were related. George was an exact replica of his father. Celia had no idea where her looks came from; she didn't look too much like her mother either. Unfortunately her mother had died giving birth to George. Which gave Celia the fear of having children. Life was just a God damned peach wasn't it?
George opened his mouth, which was Celia's cue to leave. She spun on her heels, and walked out as fast as she could. She walked back up on deck. That's where she noticed that everyone was now equipped with a gun, and the cannons were being loaded. She let out a short shriek. Every one on deck jumped and turned to look at the petrified girl who made the unpleasant sound. After a few moments, everyone returned to their work.
"No need to be afraid, Miss Thomas, we spotted a ship out in the distance, and its purely a precautionary measure. There have been many pirate attacks lately, and we just want to be sure." Mr. Black said approaching her cautiously. He noticed the, if possible, more frightened face of Celia, and realized his mistake.
"Not that we think its pirates, its only to be sure. I assure you nothings going to happen. I promise Miss Thomas I won't let anything-" He stopped after realizing his comforting words, weren't comforting. He sighed.
"I'll take care of it. You should go to your quarters, it'll feel safer there." He figured that was his best bet, put her somewhere that she couldn't see what was happening. Her face was still twisted in fear, but she turned to go below decks. He suspected that she was too frightened to talk, so he was ok with her lack of acknowledgment.
Celia walked to her quarters, her throat dry. Oh she hoped Mr. Black hadn't taken any offence, but the only sound she trusted that she would be able to make under any situations was a high-pitched shriek. And she had a nasty suspicion that was all the noise her vocal cords could stir up at the moment.
She laid on her bed, feeling the gentle rock of the ocean, which despite her fears, managed to lull her to short-lived sleep.
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