Authors Notes: This is a different story from my usual Harry Potter ideas. But after watching pirates of the carribean for what seems like the hundredth time I fell in love with Cpt Jack Sparrow :)! so heres my attempt at a story with him and a new character..Enjoy!
The cold air blew across the land as Lianna and her father stood at their balcony looking out. They stood silently, each involved in their own thoughts but enjoying the others silent company. The grand house was situated on the north side of Port Royal and was by far one of the nicest in the town. Although the father and daughter enjoyed keeping themselves to themselves Lianna had recently stirred an inward adventurous side. Sighing she looked as far as she could to the area where the land met the ocean.
A harbour sat busy with ships coming in and out, loading cargos and taking new seamen on new voyages. She smiled to herself as she thought of the small adventures which could be on way right at that second.
"Something on your mind Lianna?" Her father asked breaking the silence.
"No father, nothing," she answered absentmindedly.
Glancing at his daughter he saw the usual daydreaming expression pasted on her face and without hesitation placed a hand on her shoulder pulling her to his side. "My dear, I do often wonder what floats around in that head of yours."
Lianna snapped out of her trance to laugh politely at her father. "Usually nothing Sir," she chuckled. "Just small thoughts and dreams."
"You are a dreamer these days," he replied looking intently at her, "I do believe it occurs more often since your mother left us."
Lianna's face was quick to darken as she listened to her father's words. She broke his gaze and turned her sights back onto the horizon.
"Don't be like that Lianna!" he said quickly. "I know it is still painful but..."
"Stop," she said quickly cutting him off. Her voice was bursting with pained emotion. "Please, father. Stop."
The moment was broken and releasing his daughter from his tight fatherly grip he turned and left the balcony through the open doors and into the house.
The wind was quick to pick up Lianna's long golden hair flew aggressively across her face. Her stubbornness soon wore out and she quickly retreated into the house straight into her own large room and lay down exhaustedly on the bed. The maids would enter in almost an hour to place the warm pans into the bed but for now she had time to relax and get some peaceful time alone.
However as her heavy eyelids fell shut her mind swam with thoughts. She hated when her father brought up her mother. She had passed away a year earlier but Lianna was still injured by the image of her. They had had a very close relationship and Lianna was always inspired to follow in her mother's footsteps – she had been an avid writer and had achieved so much for a simple woman, travelling and seeing the world so he could experience the glorious tales she wrote so passionately about. However, once she died, Lianna was thrown into full care of her father who unfortunately wasn't driven by the same sense of adventure as her mother was. Instead he wished for Lianna to marry well and become a good mother to raise new boys. The thought angered Lianna and the more she thought of her father's strong control the more she began to hate him.
He was never intentionally cruel, and had never once been violent or hardly raised his voice. But still there remained an unspeakable control which Lianna followed with no chance of rebelling. Her major reason was she didn't want to disappoint him. What daughter would dream of betraying their father, but yet there she lay hating his harsh rules.
When her mother had been alive, Lianna hardly saw her father. He had always remained in his study or visiting important colleagues of his trading firm. They had never participated in family time together but she never minded too much. She had always had her mum.
Her head was swimming and it wasn't long before Lianna was up off her bed and pacing. What had began as a calm relaxed night had turned quickly with past memories filling her thoughts. She was startled when without realising the time the door pushed open and in busied two rather large, middle age maids. Gasping when they saw her, the larger of the two quickly dropped into a curtsy, "Do apologize Miss, we thought you were out."
Lianna calmed enough to reply civilly. "Not at all, my father and I decided to stay in tonight," before adding silently, 'like our usual boring nights.'
Moving out of the way Lianna found herself leaving back onto the balcony so the maids could ready her room for sleep. It was chilly but Lianna was still dressed in one of her daily gowns and the mass of material covered her sufficiently enough to not make the cold air to unbearable and thankfully the wind had stopped its howling. Looking out at the darkened view she watched the lights of torches light up small areas far on the harbour. Even from the far distance which separated them she could still hear the faint noises of laughter and objects being moved around with people enjoying themselves.
It was a rule in their household that Lianna was to adventure nowhere alone. And there were certain areas completely off limits; one her father demanded was the harbour. He had always stated it to be a place where no lady should tread, especially not his daughter. Lianna on numerous occasions had attempted to argue with it and as for reasoning but his simple answer left her further confused.
"The men's propriety" was all her father would say. Lianna's face always reddened when he spoke like that. It annoyed her that he thought of himself in a higher way than others purely due to their conduct, as she had always had a certain respect for the labourers around their town. More than any other wealthy person would, the governor of the city included!
However, curious from the unusually loud ruckus coming from the forbidden area, Lianna picked up the small hand-held telescope kept on the patio table, another of her mother's necessities, and looked towards the harbour. The area always interested her and from a young age she had always been enchanted by the idea of men living, some their whole lives, on the sea. Lianna's need for excitement picked away at her a lot and she usually found herself looking out onto the pier many nights a week.
Tonight was like no other, and as she looked through the glass, the view of the harbour turned large and sharp as if she was there herself. Down on the wooden ground men were moving barrels and crates around, laughing and shoving each other playfully as they worked into the night. She was certain she could see a few bottles of alcohol lying on the stained wooden ground which didn't surprise her due all their merry appearances. She chuckled at the misfortune of one poor sailor who had obviously had one too many swigs from his bottle and tripped landing in a large pile of rope and fish nets.
Lianna's night only came to an end when the maid who had spoken before came and snapped her out of her intense gaze to usher her into the room to get to bed before the bed pans cooled. The daily routine annoyed her slightly but she wasn't one to complain or cause any distress to her hard working keepers.
Sliding into bed 10 minutes later Lianna settled her head onto the pillows and stared at the four poster bed drapes surrounding her. They were deep blue in colour and she soon found it easy to travel off in her dreams to the sea of thoughts she visited most nights.
An educated, wealthy girl by day, a sailor by night. The world was her oyster until the daylight the next day would break her thoughts.