Will and Elizabeth Turner have been married for quite awhile now. Their life is almost perfect, save for their young daughter, Cassandra, who seems quite restless to settle for parties and dresses all her life, so when a mysterious pirate ship arrives at Port Royal, she sees the opportunity of a lifetime as she stows away. (Mainly about OC and JackS...Turners not as important in my JD lovin' mind.)
Stow AwayCassandra stared miserably out at the great blue sea, her eyes resting on the impressive docks of Port Royal.
"OW!" She exclaimed as the maid tightened the corset about her waist.
Colette looked up apologetically at the young girl. She'd been with the child since she first graced the household with her presence. She'd been a cross between an aunt and a sister to her and throughout all of this time she'd never known her to enjoy wearing a dress. She pitied the girl. Her mother pushed etiquette and table manners at her left and right…when she was sure she would much rather be out scaling walls and practicing her shot. She loosened the corset sympathetically.
Cassandra sighed. It was just another mindless dinner party to attend by the will of her mother. She tucked an almost raven colored curl behind her ear, her green eyes surveying the scene before her.
"Why does mum make me go to these stupid things, Colette?" she asked.
Colette smirked. How Mrs. Turner would squirm to hear her grammar.
"To soften you up, I suppose. She wouldn't overexpose you so much if you didn't fight her every step of the way."
Cassandra groaned.
"Its not my fault its so boring…I mean what kind of old prune invented a 'dinner party' anyway? I mean, there's absolutely no point to it! I swear if I have to hear how 'simply marvelous' I look one more time I'll…"
Her voice trailed off as she caught sight of her mother standing in the doorway looking amused.
"You'll do what dear?" She asked interestedly. "I'm really quite curious."
Cassandra blushed and stared at the floor.
Mrs. Turner dropped her lighthearted demeanor and looked seriously at Colette.
"See that she's ready in time." She instructed simply. Colette nodded and she turned her attention to Cassandra.
"And you…I'll hear no more complaining out of you. Is that clear?"
"Yes ma'am." Cassandra returned politely.
"Good." Mrs. Turner concluded firmly. She surveyed the two a moment longer before turning to head back down the hall.
As soon as she left Cassandra's sugary sweet smile slipped off her face like butter and she mumbled something incoherently to the doorway.
Will sat in the parlor, his boots crossed and resting on the table opposite him as he shined a blade absentmindedly. Elizabeth walked in looking stern and he immediately dropped his feet and sat up straight. Her eyes turned to him for only a moment and she mumbled something.
"Pardon…didn't quite catch that." He said lightly.
Elizabeth stared down her nose at him.
"She gets it from you, you know." She accused, scowling.
He snorted. "I caught that." He said, putting a hand to his heart. She rolled her eyes and huffed, turning to leave but he stopped her by gripping her arm. She turned to him and he cracked a grin.
"I think she gets it from you too."
She groaned and sat down next to him, her head coming to rest in her hands. She seemed thoughtful for a moment before turning to look at him.
She looked him over, her head propped on her chin.
"I just don't know what to do with her…she's so…spirited…but she shouldn't be. I never encouraged it…I…I don't know what to do…" She groaned again and laid her head on his shoulder as he stared into space thoughtfully.
"Well…I really don't see spirit as being some sort of sin…" He said gazing down at his wife.
"No…it's not that…it's fine…but it's not…I'd like to let her do as she likes…but what she likes just doesn't work with who she is." She looked at him. "Do you understand?"
"Oh yeah…I understand…" He said. So maybe he shouldn't have taught her to shoot and wield a sword…what harm had he foreseen?
"I don't know…maybe she just…" but with that she heard the distant pounding of horses hooves.
"Oh goodness! Their here! Quick Will! Sit up straight! Madeline!" She crowed, catching sight of the head cook heading down the hall. And with that she disappeared in a swirl of her skirts. William shook his head and rose to welcome their guests.
Cassandra heard the dull melodies of the piano rolling up from the hall. The sounds of guests being greeted and pleasantries exchanged accompanied it.
She sighed, hopping off the stool.
"How do I look?" She asked Colette, throwing on a false smile.
Colette grinned. "Fine."
"Right then, might as well get this over with."
And with an intake of breath she made her way downstairs, to be greeted by the oh to familiar sickening squeals of "Oh how Precious!" and "What a sweet little thing!"
Authors Note:
Hey y'all. Sorry if I made that short and…honestly boring. Basically I see this as many scenes, like this in order. Although you may think that ends up being slow, because of making them so short, I'll be able to easily update daily, which will pay off in the long run as I have an extremely short attention span. Anyway, I may be able to develop a more solidified plot in the meantime. Now I'm going to drone on in apologies, I doubt you actually care so just skip the little bit I have to say next.
First, yes I know, there not talking the way they should and they seem a little modern, sorry…I'm honestly not very good at that…I will hopefully improve in time.
Secondly, OH MY GOD! I hate myself for how out of character Elizabeth and Will seem, I'm really twisting there personalities so that it works and I apologize ahead of the flames for the lame dialogue. Also note that when I introduce the God, Jack Sparrow, I will try with all my might to keep him spot on. May even watch the movie again to get his character right. Although after all of my impersonations, I think I'm in the safe there.
And third…what was I thinking…wait wait wait…give it a minute…oh yeah…sorry for how boring this is…I suppose you could consider it like a sample of how I write so that you don't have to bore yourself further with the rest of my story.
Now then…flamers beware, my comebacks will scare, no just kidding. I open constructive criticism with open arms and as for you meanies who just want to be mean…uh…whatever. Honestly, I don't care. Fire proof suit, I don't burn. So flame all you want.
Now I'd better stop writing or my notes will end up longer than the story. So see ya later, whatever poor, bored misguiding person is reading this.
