Disclaimer: POTC is not mine. But Nyssa and all the other characters are mine. Got it mate? :p

Chapter 1

I looked out of the top balcony. The sea. It looked so refreshing. A wild look crossed my face, like I wanted nothing more than to feel the wind through my hair.

"Nyssa! Come down for dinner!"

I heard a female voice call from the stairs. I sighed, not wanting to go down and entertain all the little heathens that i knew were patiently waiting for me. I could imagine laughter and the smell of bread, all the while my tight corset is suffocating me. My Uncle made me get dressed up. I was 18 and I knew he was wanting to marry me off. I touched my dress with my hands. It was red, my Uncle said that it made my pretty features stand out, and
I knew what that meant. Being sold to some snob in a white wig that has temper the size of a bullhorn. Well I have a temper too, and I will show that bee sucking, good-for-nothing piece of driftwood! Ha!

I heard a soft knock at my door, breaking me right in the middle of my thoughts "Come In," I replied.

"Milady, the guests are waiting for you," Said the maid.

"ok ok ok, I am coming!" I followed her down to the dinner table.

Thinking of our guests or heathens, better yet. They consisted of Mr. Williams, Mrs. Williams, John (their son), and Melinna (his sister), and then my Uncle, Jim.

I breathed deeply. The maid noticed this and patted me on the arm saying, "You needn't be nervous milady, he is a fine man."

I gave her the sharpest look ( trying to save energy for the night). She immediately looked away.

Later that night I was in my comfortable bed. I cared not to think of John and his stupid porposal while we were walking outside. I slapped him. Not meaning too....but he was looking down at my chest all the while he was trying to feed me into a thing called love. What is love anyway? I personally don't believe in love...what does it have to show for? Getting my parents killed? HA! I stared at the ceiling for the longest time. Soon the thought crossed my mind....what if....what if they tell my Uncle..what if i am forced to get married? I began to fall asleep. There was only one way out....

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