"Love for a Pirate"
Chapter One
"Parents & Parties"
You are sitting in a comfy white lawn chair on the patio overlooking the crystal blue ocean. The baby blue sky is dotted with fluffy white clouds. Seagulls fly overhead, singing their song of the ocean. Your house is a handsome brick mansion surrounded by rose bushes and trees on a hilltop. The village is bustling with the usual Sunday activity. Your long (you hair color) is fixed up into a loose bun, a few strands in your face. You have on your best Sunday dress, a little green dress with bell-shaped sleeves. The dress hugs your chest and waist, flaring out at your hips and scrapping gracefully on the floor. You're enjoying a nice cup of hot tea when your mother and father sit down beside you.
Your father is wearing his usual white wig with long curls and his black tux. Your mom has her tied back like yours and wearing a dress like yours except it is red.
Father: Ah, (your name), enjoying your tea on this fine June day?
You put down your teacup and look at your father suspiciously. He was never this friendly or talkative.
You: What are you getting at?
Your father looks shocked.
Father: Why my dear, can't a father ask his daughter how she is doing without her thinking he was up to something?
You look at your mother who is starring at the sky.
You: Mother, what is it? Why is father acting this way?
Your mother fixes her brown eyes on your twinkling (eye color) eyes and smiles.
Mother: Why, it will be a surprise! Tonight at the dinner party, you'll see.
You huff at your parents for their stubbornness and walk into your home. You nod to Sheila, your housemaid, before turning upstairs and going into your room. Your room is a cozy room with a four-poster bed, a dresser, a little desk, a large mirror, and paintings and flowers of all sorts. You kick off your shoes and sit at your desk, picking up the letters placed on it.
"My dearest (your name),
Will & I will be attending your father's dinner party tonight. I'm glad to hear you're all right. Will & I have been very busy preparing for our wedding. I am sure you have seen the drawing of the dress I picked out for you. I'm very blessed to have such a dear friend as you. See you tonight.
Yours truly,
Elizabeth Swann."
You smile at the letter and place it in a drawer of your desk. You and Elizabeth have been friends since you were young girls. You and your mother and father moved from London to this quiet establishment. Your father was a respectable colonel and your mother was a very classy lady. Though you were raised a proper girl in a high-class society, you longed to just for once, cast aside your manners and enjoy life for what it was and not it wasn't. You get up and look out the window toward the harbor, trying to wonder what was beyond the little piece of ocean you looked at everyday.
You: Well, I better pick out a dress for tonight.
You raid your closet for a proper dress. You know that a dinner party was a regular get together that your parents held each month. You finally come across a deep blue dress that sort of resembled your green dress, though it had a collar and sleeves made of lace. You loved this dress. It reminded you of the ocean.
You: If only I knew what my parents were up to.
Chapter One
"Parents & Parties"
You are sitting in a comfy white lawn chair on the patio overlooking the crystal blue ocean. The baby blue sky is dotted with fluffy white clouds. Seagulls fly overhead, singing their song of the ocean. Your house is a handsome brick mansion surrounded by rose bushes and trees on a hilltop. The village is bustling with the usual Sunday activity. Your long (you hair color) is fixed up into a loose bun, a few strands in your face. You have on your best Sunday dress, a little green dress with bell-shaped sleeves. The dress hugs your chest and waist, flaring out at your hips and scrapping gracefully on the floor. You're enjoying a nice cup of hot tea when your mother and father sit down beside you.
Your father is wearing his usual white wig with long curls and his black tux. Your mom has her tied back like yours and wearing a dress like yours except it is red.
Father: Ah, (your name), enjoying your tea on this fine June day?
You put down your teacup and look at your father suspiciously. He was never this friendly or talkative.
You: What are you getting at?
Your father looks shocked.
Father: Why my dear, can't a father ask his daughter how she is doing without her thinking he was up to something?
You look at your mother who is starring at the sky.
You: Mother, what is it? Why is father acting this way?
Your mother fixes her brown eyes on your twinkling (eye color) eyes and smiles.
Mother: Why, it will be a surprise! Tonight at the dinner party, you'll see.
You huff at your parents for their stubbornness and walk into your home. You nod to Sheila, your housemaid, before turning upstairs and going into your room. Your room is a cozy room with a four-poster bed, a dresser, a little desk, a large mirror, and paintings and flowers of all sorts. You kick off your shoes and sit at your desk, picking up the letters placed on it.
"My dearest (your name),
Will & I will be attending your father's dinner party tonight. I'm glad to hear you're all right. Will & I have been very busy preparing for our wedding. I am sure you have seen the drawing of the dress I picked out for you. I'm very blessed to have such a dear friend as you. See you tonight.
Yours truly,
Elizabeth Swann."
You smile at the letter and place it in a drawer of your desk. You and Elizabeth have been friends since you were young girls. You and your mother and father moved from London to this quiet establishment. Your father was a respectable colonel and your mother was a very classy lady. Though you were raised a proper girl in a high-class society, you longed to just for once, cast aside your manners and enjoy life for what it was and not it wasn't. You get up and look out the window toward the harbor, trying to wonder what was beyond the little piece of ocean you looked at everyday.
You: Well, I better pick out a dress for tonight.
You raid your closet for a proper dress. You know that a dinner party was a regular get together that your parents held each month. You finally come across a deep blue dress that sort of resembled your green dress, though it had a collar and sleeves made of lace. You loved this dress. It reminded you of the ocean.
You: If only I knew what my parents were up to.