Reanna
*********************************************************************** This is the last story in the trilogy that began with Arianne. Reanna has grown into a raven-haired siren with many talents, but fears that she will not be able to live up to her mother's (Arianne) and father's (Jack Sparrow) legacies. This is her story, fraught with excitement, peril, and-- of course--romance.
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Chapter One: To Be More...
She stood on the edge of the island's highest bluff looking down at the water below her. If she did this right, she would have accomplished something that even her father was too scared to do. But if she did it wrong...well, she would be smashed upon the rocks below her. She drowned the twinge of fear she felt at the thought of dying, and tested the wind. Yes, the northerly breeze should do fine--it wouldn't dash her into the rocks on the way down, but would carry her slightly away from the rocks that awaited a fool just such as she beneath the water.
She stepped back three giant steps, exhilaration and adrenaline pumping through her veins. Taking a deep breath, she ran towards the edge of the cliff and leaped off headfirst with her eyes closed, enjoying the wind whipping against her face and through her hair. She adjusted her body position slightly in order to be more aerodynamic in the middle of the seemingly endless fall. When she finally felt the jolt of the cold seawater enfold her body rather than the jolt of hitting her head on treacherous rocks, she was so overcome with relief and pride that she nearly shouted her triumph before coming up for air.
"Whoooo!" she shouted with glee when she finally drew a breath on the surface, slapping the water with her hand.
"Gods above, I think fifty more hairs just turned gray!" her father said when she had reached the shore. "I thought you were bloody well going to kill yourself!"
"So you saw the fantastic dive, then?" she replied, grinning from ear to ear with happiness.
"Ye're damned right I saw it! You nearly gave me a heart attack when you went off the edge of that cliff! You could have hit the rocks and bloody bashed your brains out!" He was obviously very upset, and did not seem to know quite what to do with himself. Reanna watched various expressions flitting across his face, from anger to relief to anguish to pride. It was quite amusing.
"I'm sorry, Da, I promise I won't do that again without making sure you're not watching," she said meekly.
As she had hoped, this made him crack a smile. He grabbed her and tousled her hair. "Ah, you remind me so much of myself it's frightening, lovey."
"So it was a fantastic dive, then?" she asked, looking up at him with mischief twinkling in her eyes.
"Of course it was! I taught you how to bloody dive, if it had been anything less you would have been grounded!"
She flinched. Being grounded was the worst thing in the world to her. It meant that she had to stay on land while her father went out on the sea for any reason. She could hardly stand being left on the isle when her father--and even her mother, sometimes--left the isle to visit Tortuga or some other such place.
"Well, if I had been grounded I would have told Mother that you've been swearing around me again," she said wickedly.
"Bloody..." he started, and then amended his statement with, "And then you take on your beautiful mother's personality. Wicked little vixen you are!"
"I learned from the best," she replied.
"Put your clothes on, Rea," Jack said, staring disapprovingly at her stiff leather shift and what was really no more than underwear made of the same material.
She sighed and put her breeches and shirt back on obediently.
"If you keep going around like that, love, some boy's bound to take advantage of you," he said gruffly.
"He can bloody try," Reanna replied darkly.
That ended their conversation as they walked back to the house.
Late that night, when she was supposed to be sleeping, she climbed out onto the roof to look at the stars, doing her very best to make as little noise as possible. She came out here every night, whether the sky was clear or stormy, and greeted the stars with a song that she could not voice aloud, though she dearly wished to.
For as long as she could remember, she had heard the star song in her head, and sang it whenever she found the time to be alone. Her mother had heard her humming it one day and had asked if Y'lorani had taught it to her. Reanna would have answered with the truth--that no one had taught it to her, that she had always seemed to know it--if only her mother hadn't had such a horrified expression on her face. She had no idea why her mother had reacted that way, and so refrained from humming or singing anything around her.
She got on better with her father, anyway. She was more like him than she was her mother, and sometimes she suspected that her mother resented that just a bit. It didn't help that Reanna "made" things happen without meaning to sometimes, either. She had lost several friends because she was so fey, so the only people she really related to anymore were the crew of pirates on the Black Pearl and the elves that had made the journey with her mother and father back here.
She sighed, thinking of the adventures her parents had had--Jack a few more than Arianne if only because he had been pirating long before he ever met her mother. How on earth was she supposed to BE someone when her parents had such legacies? How was she supposed to distinguish herself? Sighing again, she climbed down from the roof and back into her room.
Her life was filled with things that most kids her age could barely even conceive of, and she was only sixteen years old, but all of those fantastic stories and the elves were brought by her mother and father.
She was lost in their lives.
She wanted a life of her own--to be someone whose name everyone knew and told fantastic tales of.
She slid into dreams of adventure and love, then, desperately longing for the life her subconscious mind provided for her.
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Alright! Reanna has begun! I do hope that you guys like it, and I have to warn you that the PotC characters are likely to be more of cameos than having a whole lot of involvement. This will be more of being involved in the PotC world--for the most part--than anything else. I still hope you'll all read it just the same, though!
*********************************************************************** This is the last story in the trilogy that began with Arianne. Reanna has grown into a raven-haired siren with many talents, but fears that she will not be able to live up to her mother's (Arianne) and father's (Jack Sparrow) legacies. This is her story, fraught with excitement, peril, and-- of course--romance.
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Chapter One: To Be More...
She stood on the edge of the island's highest bluff looking down at the water below her. If she did this right, she would have accomplished something that even her father was too scared to do. But if she did it wrong...well, she would be smashed upon the rocks below her. She drowned the twinge of fear she felt at the thought of dying, and tested the wind. Yes, the northerly breeze should do fine--it wouldn't dash her into the rocks on the way down, but would carry her slightly away from the rocks that awaited a fool just such as she beneath the water.
She stepped back three giant steps, exhilaration and adrenaline pumping through her veins. Taking a deep breath, she ran towards the edge of the cliff and leaped off headfirst with her eyes closed, enjoying the wind whipping against her face and through her hair. She adjusted her body position slightly in order to be more aerodynamic in the middle of the seemingly endless fall. When she finally felt the jolt of the cold seawater enfold her body rather than the jolt of hitting her head on treacherous rocks, she was so overcome with relief and pride that she nearly shouted her triumph before coming up for air.
"Whoooo!" she shouted with glee when she finally drew a breath on the surface, slapping the water with her hand.
"Gods above, I think fifty more hairs just turned gray!" her father said when she had reached the shore. "I thought you were bloody well going to kill yourself!"
"So you saw the fantastic dive, then?" she replied, grinning from ear to ear with happiness.
"Ye're damned right I saw it! You nearly gave me a heart attack when you went off the edge of that cliff! You could have hit the rocks and bloody bashed your brains out!" He was obviously very upset, and did not seem to know quite what to do with himself. Reanna watched various expressions flitting across his face, from anger to relief to anguish to pride. It was quite amusing.
"I'm sorry, Da, I promise I won't do that again without making sure you're not watching," she said meekly.
As she had hoped, this made him crack a smile. He grabbed her and tousled her hair. "Ah, you remind me so much of myself it's frightening, lovey."
"So it was a fantastic dive, then?" she asked, looking up at him with mischief twinkling in her eyes.
"Of course it was! I taught you how to bloody dive, if it had been anything less you would have been grounded!"
She flinched. Being grounded was the worst thing in the world to her. It meant that she had to stay on land while her father went out on the sea for any reason. She could hardly stand being left on the isle when her father--and even her mother, sometimes--left the isle to visit Tortuga or some other such place.
"Well, if I had been grounded I would have told Mother that you've been swearing around me again," she said wickedly.
"Bloody..." he started, and then amended his statement with, "And then you take on your beautiful mother's personality. Wicked little vixen you are!"
"I learned from the best," she replied.
"Put your clothes on, Rea," Jack said, staring disapprovingly at her stiff leather shift and what was really no more than underwear made of the same material.
She sighed and put her breeches and shirt back on obediently.
"If you keep going around like that, love, some boy's bound to take advantage of you," he said gruffly.
"He can bloody try," Reanna replied darkly.
That ended their conversation as they walked back to the house.
Late that night, when she was supposed to be sleeping, she climbed out onto the roof to look at the stars, doing her very best to make as little noise as possible. She came out here every night, whether the sky was clear or stormy, and greeted the stars with a song that she could not voice aloud, though she dearly wished to.
For as long as she could remember, she had heard the star song in her head, and sang it whenever she found the time to be alone. Her mother had heard her humming it one day and had asked if Y'lorani had taught it to her. Reanna would have answered with the truth--that no one had taught it to her, that she had always seemed to know it--if only her mother hadn't had such a horrified expression on her face. She had no idea why her mother had reacted that way, and so refrained from humming or singing anything around her.
She got on better with her father, anyway. She was more like him than she was her mother, and sometimes she suspected that her mother resented that just a bit. It didn't help that Reanna "made" things happen without meaning to sometimes, either. She had lost several friends because she was so fey, so the only people she really related to anymore were the crew of pirates on the Black Pearl and the elves that had made the journey with her mother and father back here.
She sighed, thinking of the adventures her parents had had--Jack a few more than Arianne if only because he had been pirating long before he ever met her mother. How on earth was she supposed to BE someone when her parents had such legacies? How was she supposed to distinguish herself? Sighing again, she climbed down from the roof and back into her room.
Her life was filled with things that most kids her age could barely even conceive of, and she was only sixteen years old, but all of those fantastic stories and the elves were brought by her mother and father.
She was lost in their lives.
She wanted a life of her own--to be someone whose name everyone knew and told fantastic tales of.
She slid into dreams of adventure and love, then, desperately longing for the life her subconscious mind provided for her.
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Alright! Reanna has begun! I do hope that you guys like it, and I have to warn you that the PotC characters are likely to be more of cameos than having a whole lot of involvement. This will be more of being involved in the PotC world--for the most part--than anything else. I still hope you'll all read it just the same, though!