Roseland:

Chapter One - The Governor's Daughter

AN: For those of you who have read Nev1988's writing on this website then you know who I am. It has been a while since I have invested any time into writing fanfictions. And, as of late, I have decided to pick it up once again. My name is Sam and I am seventeen years old, I have written a couple fanfictions for Pirates of the Caribbean among other things and have decided to continue doing so. It has been my desire for a while now to redo my first piece of work, Salina Rose, after reading through it again about a year ago I came to the conclusion that it was crap. It was horribly written and in order to do justice to my original plot I have decided to take it upon myself to rewrite the story in its entirety. Over the past two years I have worked vigorously on my writing ethics and have, in fact, changed my writing style quite a bit as I have matured. So it is with this change that I am going to remake the story that started me in the writing world. I hope you will enjoy it as much as many of you enjoyed the original. Though, I will add that it is a very different take on the story. Names have changed as well as some of the plot, and my characters are more in depth than what they had been. The story is as follows:

Disclaimer: I do not own any part of Pirates of the Caribbean

It was quiet before dawn as the young doctor came up onto the spar deck. The light mist of early morning rolled across the wet deck from port to starboard as the man continued his way down to the bow. Once there he leaned against the railing in aggravation; his mind swam with thoughts of his heart, and his plans for marriage to his sweetheart. But, life could not seem so simple, she was a wealthy Lady and he only a mere doctor. The thought of even proposing marriage to such a woman as the Governor's daughter was preposterous.

Just then a pair of pale arms found their way around the young man's waist and formed the two lovers into a warm embrace. "Good Morning my love." The woman whispered sweetly into the doctor's ear, her warm breath floating lightly upon his cheek.

"Ivy, if your father were to see you out here-." He began in worry as he turned to face her oval face.

"Shh," the young temptress placed her skinny index finger upon his pink lips. "My father has not a clue of our little affairs. Please do not fret, my honorable," she lightly brushed her lips upon his left cheek. "Noble," she next brushed her lips upon his right cheek. "Strong," she placed her hands upon his unshaven cheeks bringing his forehead to her rosy lips. "And passionate James," she moved slowly from his forehead down to his lips that eagerly awaited her kiss. Her eyes closed softly as she melted into him, his tan arms pressing her feminine form against his masculine body.

"You should really return to your cabin, the sun will be p soon and your father will worry his pretty little head with your whereabouts." His green eyes smiled down at her warmly.

"For once why don't we let him worry? Why should we have to sneak around anymore?" Ivy pouted girlishly, her blonde locks falling into her face.

"Why? Do you want to see me hanged so badly?" He retorted somewhat cockily.

"No, of course not," she broke the embrace, her arms poised against her chest in a cross manner. "I just thought… I thought that maybe, since we have been gallivanting around like this for the past three weeks that perchance there was something more to our actions than mere lust and want of companionship." Ivy began to bite her lip tentatively.

"What do you mean?" The man's brows began to furrow under this unexpected stress.

"I mean… why don't we tell my father." She paused as she watched his expression go pale under the thought. "Do you love me James?"

Er… uh… well." He tried to find the words but they seemed almost non-existant in his vocabulary.

"I see," her heart slowly began to break, a tear slid down her cheek. "Thank you for this clarification, I would not have known how to best leave you behind upon our arrival in Port Royal had it not been for your reluctant answer." With such a depressing statement Ivy turned her back to him as she clutched her robe close to her body, and began her stroll back to the stairwell.

"Ivy!" James began to race up to her, crossing his body in front of hers in order to stop her from continuing with her rashness. "Ivy, I'm sorry. I was dumbfounded, I thought men were supposed to be the ones to spring such a bold proposition. I was taken aback was all." He smiled slowly hoping that her saddened expression might change. When it didn't he continued to speak. "It would be my pleasure to ask your father for your hand in marriage." He waited noticing her change in demeanor.

Yet another tear slid down her warm cheek, but this one of a more pleasant nature than the last. "You would?" At his approval she leapt up into his arms kissing him lovingly. "James I assure you that my father will not decline, oh once he sees that my heart is set upon you there will be no way that he could refuse." She kissed him once more before taking off bellow deck.

"I hope so, for both of our sakes."

Ivy danced about her cabin, rolling her gowns through her arms and singing merrily. So many beautiful things had begun to happen to her within a relatively short time; she was proposed to just that morning, her aunt and her young cousin were traveling with her, her eighteenth birthday was less that two weeks away, and she would be re-united with her extended family in Port Royal.

"Ah, my dear Ivy what has placed you in such a pleasant mood?" An older woman pondered aloud as she entered into the somewhat small cabin.

"Aunt Cecily! I have the most wonderful news!" She squealed girlishly as she flopped down upon her uncomfortable bed.

"What on earth is it dear?" Cecily came to sit next to her niece, as she finished undoing the plaiting in her long red hair.

Ivy rolled over on to her side, her gown still clutched in her arms, "I have been given an offer of marriage."

Cecily's jaw dropped in shock, "by whom?"

"By the young handsome doctor, James Norrington. He is a smart match, don't you agree?" The young woman spoke whimsically not noticing her aunt's disdain.

"Ivy, has your father been made aware of this?" Cecily rose from the bed pacing stubbornly over to the door and back again.

"Not as of yet, my dear aunt why do you pace as if something has just gone terribly wrong? There is nothing wrong. I am in love." Ivy smiled chiefly as she rosde from the bed.

"No child, you don not know of the conflicts you have just created for yourself and your father." Her aunt chided in a state of awe. "You said he hasn't been spoken to yet? Go swiftly and warn your lover not to mention a word to your father, and to never bring up the subject of this affair again. He is never to be anything to you other than a mere acquaintance, do you understand child?"

"No, I do not understand Aunt Cecily. What you speak of is absurd, I love James. How can he or I so easily forget those plain facts, and why should we want to?" Questioned the young woman exasperatedly.

"Because, child, your father has already approved your marriage to his older brother Sebastian Norrington." Cecily wandered back over to the bedside so as to comfort her now pale niece.

"No!" Ivy moved away from her aunt and over to the tiny porthole. "Why has no one informed me of this union?"

"Your father and I thought it best to wait until you had been introduced to him face to face upon your arrival in Port Royal. He is a strapping man who has a very fine position in the navy. He is a Captain, you know, and he brings in roughly five thousand pounds a year." Cecily began to follow her flustered niece about the cabin frantically. "He is to inherit his father's estates and title, his father is a Lord. You will be very well to do. Please, Ivy stop pacing!"

Ivy rounded on her heated aunt, " GET OUT! I don't want to see your face!" Cecily pleaded with her, her face messed up in shame. "GET OUT!" Ivy dropped to her knees once her cabin door had been closed completely. Sorrow over took her, for hours she did not bother leaving her quarters. Until she had gathered enough of her strength so as to confront her father.

She left her cabin, her face red and somewhat swollen from all of her crying, but she walked with an air of courage and defiance that gave her a little inspiration to keep going. Ivy wore a very plain blue frock, the plainest she could find for she was not out to impress. When she had reached her father's cabin she entered without even announcing her presence. "Father!" She looked into his aged face as he sat comfortably at his desk. "It is of the utmost importance that I speak with you."

"Of course, child, what is wrong? Have you been crying?" The wrinkles in his face contorted with his worried tone causing him to appear much older than his fifty-seven years.

Ivy closed the door slowly behind her, "yes, father I have been crying. I would like to speak with you on the matter of Mister Norrington, if I may?"

"Ah, your aunt has let the cat out of the bag, I see. Well, why in heavens are you upset, I should think you would be rather excited about a marriage between the two of you. He will make a wonderful husband, and he'll be able to provide for you and your future children." Her father placed his glasses upon the bridge of his nose as he started to read aloud from one of his documents. "It says here that he takes in five-thousand-."

"I know how wealthy the Captain is, father, however it is not that Mister Norrington that I am referring to." The troubled woman watched as the Governor's expression became perplexed. "I was speaking of a Mister James Norrington, the Captain's younger brother. He is the physician upon this ship."

"Yes, I am acquainted with the young Mister Norrington. What has he to do with you?"

"I love him."

The governor appeared to have choked on the air, "you what?"

"I love him papa, and I have every intention of being married to him. You need not worry about his reaction to such a bold proposition for he has already accepted."

"My dear you can not marry him," he dismissed rather lightheartedly still not fully grasping the situation.

"Father, I have no choice." She lowered her face so as to hide it from him completely. "I am with child," it was a lie and she knew it, but it was a lie worth telling. After all they had been aboard the brig for nearly a month and a week now, and that to her knowledge was plenty enough time to conceive. "James does not know of it yet. But,-."

"I can't believe this! I refuse to-." He paused allowing his anger to take hold. "How dare you do this to me, to your family? You will ruin our name!"

"How dare you keep me in the dark about my appending marriage, of which I had no say in!"

"No woman has a say in her marriage! Do you think your mother had a say in her marriage? No, if it were up to her she would have been off with that damned sailor of hers!"

"Don't speak of her in such a way! My mother was a good woman and a good wife, how could you do her the dishonor of slandering her in such a way?" Ivy was standing with her palms pressed hard to the edge of the desk. "I will marry James, it is the only way for us to save our good name, is it not?"

The governor growled I frustration, "get out! Now!"

As Ivy pressed her palm against the handle suddenly a man burst through the door knocking her to the floor. "I'm terribly sorry Miss, but we're about to fall under attack Governor Roseland. You and your family are to stay within your quarters for your own safety."

At his words the wayward youth flew from the youth and down the hall. She ran as fast as her feet would allow, treading down the stairwell. Sailors rushed passed her from the Berth deck where many had been asleep in their hammocks. Ivy pushed past them ignoring their shouts for her to remain in her cabin. Once on the berth deck she ran to the furthest corner where curtains were draped up for the physician's ward. Ivy pulled them back with vigor to reveal James sitting at a desk.

"Ivy," but before he could say anything more she had firmly planted her lips upon his.

"We're under attack, James. But I had to see you-." Without warning a canon ball ripped through the side of the ship nearly blowing the couple away. Ivy lay on her back below some fallen hammocks.

"Ivy, get up." The young physician pulled her from the ground and began to drag her through the deck and back towards the stairwell. James had a hold of Ivy as they raced up the stairwell passing by some fellow crew members. He stopped her suddenly when they had reached her quarters, "You must stay in here for the time being."

"James, no I won't let you go this alone." She argued stubbornly.

"The attack is no doubt the workings of pirates, I would not see you die my love. Now stay here!" He forced the door open hurriedly, and in shoving her back in the room issued his good byes. "Take this, it only has one shot but it is better than no protection at all. I love you." He kissed her faintly before shutting the door and running off to the spar deck.

The door was closed with great force locking her into a world of darkness and painful waiting. She pressed her back against the thin wall, her heart racing with every vibration the ship made from the cannon fire. Her fingers fiddled with the pistol she had clasped within her sweating palms awaiting some terrible fate, some horrid swashbuckler's face appearing in her doorframe. Just then the door barged open and she nearly fired upon her frantic aunt and bawling cousin.

"Quick Ivy, barricade the door! Their right behind us!" Screamed Cecily as she clutched the wailing four year old to her bosom.

However, before Ivy could slide the desk flat against the doorframe a hideous man of a large build shoved through the door knocking the desk over onto her stomach. At first she gagged as the wind was knocked out of her, but as the man began to enter into the small room she found some strength to reach for the pistol that had dropped from her hands. The pirate seemed more interested in her aunt for the time being than her so she continued to struggle. It was about and out of reach when a second pirate stumbled into the room knocking into the desk. The moved far enough down on her abdomen to where she could grasp the gun and with one clean movement she threw her arm up and shot the second pirate square in the face.

Smoke and blood filled the air as Ivy struggled to pull herself from the desk. The other pirate was now facing her, his eyes gleaming a red color as her peered down at her. His large callused palms wrapped around her throat choking the air out of her. She tried to scream and move but she was otherwise pinned to the floor. That is until Cecily dropped a chair unto the pirates back, his body weight dropping onto the young woman.

Cecily rolled the unconscious pirate from her niece's worn body and helped to pull her from the desk. Once out they quickly gathered what weapons they could find; a broken chair leg and a small dagger from the desk drawer, before heading out into the hallway. "Hush Beth," Ivy soothed as she took the child from her aunt, "everything is going to be all right, Ivy is going to make it all better."

"I have the red stuff on me," murmured the sniffling girl as she pointed to the blood on her dress. Ivy winced as she tried to wipe it from her cousin's skirt. She had never shot a person, let alone physically hurt a person before.

"It will be okay," she kissed the child's forehead about ready to walk onto the spar deck when she could feel the barrel of a pistol being held to her back. She could hear the click as it was cocked back ready to fire at will.

"Continue on to the deck, love, we have a surprise for you. Go on, walk." The man whose voice was as rough as the sea water itself shoved her up the last stair exposing her to the massacre on deck.