"Eleanor! Eleanor!" A mans voice floated up towards the high
cliff that rose above the crystal ocean below it, but the
small girl who stood there ignored it. Her long honey colored
hair floated on the wind as she stared out, sea colored eyes
filled with longing, at the ship the floated a fair ways out.
Black sails loomed against a sapphire sky, like shadows.
The Black Pearl. Eleanor had heard stories, what child
hadn't? She spread her arms as she watched the ship lingering
on the waves, as if to dive of into the water and swim to it.
She knew she wouldn't, of course. But there was no harm in
dreaming.
"Eleanor!!" This time it was a woman's sharp voice, which
reached her ears, and Eleanor sighed. Her father, maybe, she
could charm into him forgetting she didn't answer him. But
her mother was another matter entirely.
"Coming mama!" Eleanor lifted the pirates hat she held and
slipped it back on her head then walked down from the cliff
towards the white wash house that loomed just behind it. A
woman with long blond hair stood in the doorway; hands
perched on her hips.
"Eleanor, you know better. Your father and I have told you a
million times. You could slip and fall and drown standing up
there."
Eleanor smiled. "I won't mama. I never do."
Her mother sighed. "That doesn't mean it can't happen." She
looked at Eleanor then. "You're a positive mess. And why do
you insist on wearing that hat. It looks rather silly with
your dress. You look like a scoundrel."
"Do I really!?" The girl's voice sounded wistful.
Her mother pursed her lips although laughter sparkled in her
eyes. "Hardly my little 8 year old girl. You'd better go see
your father while I put on tea."
"I'm always your little girl mama." Eleanor dashed past her
mother. "But I'm a Pirate Queen too." She called back as she
entered the sitting room where she knew her father would be
then froze.
Her handsome father was there. His fairly long, dark hair
swept back into a queue, dark eyes filled with joy and
laughter as they always were. Eleanor adored her father, with
the love of any young girl. But what caught her eye and froze
her was the man standing before her father. Tall and lithe,
with hair darker than a raven's wing, skin tanned from
obvious abuse in the sun. A light beard and curled mustache
gave him a debonair look, while his black rimmed, ebon eyes
gleamed dangerous, while his posture and attire gave the
illusion of a fun loving, reckless man. This.was surely a
pirate.
HER hat that she'd chosen her hat. And he'd called her love.
And as little girls are want to do, Eleanor began to grow and
infatuation. Jack's voice brought her back out of her
daydream.
"I think you're little girl's gone off and sailing, Will."
That brought her back to herself and she peered up at him.
"Are you here to marry me?"
Jack blinked then laughed. "You trying to marry your daughter
of already Will." He looked at her. "Definitely not, luv.
Unless your father here's told you something he's not told
me."
"Oh."
"Will!" Her mother voice came from the kitchen. "I need your
help."
Her father stood. "I'll be right back." He walked from the
room seeming rather glad to escape.
Eleanor was silent for only a moment. "Why did you say
'definitely not'? I've had plenty of people tell me I'm
pretty." Her dignity wounded.
Jack walked around the room running an eye over the carious
paintings hung on the wall. "I'm sure they do lass." He
picked up a gilded statue from a lamp table. "But you're a
bit young for marriage, don't you think." He set down the
statue walking around the room again.
"Maybe now." Eleanor watched him curiously then decided she'd
better start hinting at what she wanted. "In a couple of
years I'll be older. You could marry me then."
He paused and turned to look at me with an assessing look.
"tell you what luv.why don't you wait.till you're a bit older
than you can try your luck with me, savvy?"
Eleanor smiled, this was exactly what she wanted. "Good.
That's what I planned anyway." She frowned, and gave him a
hard look. "But you better not make promises to any other
girls. Mama says I'm very posessive." She gave him her most
charming smile then. "I have to go now." She walked out
intending to see him later.
She woke the next morning, running from bed to stand on the
cliff, her light night gown fluttering around her. No ship
lurked in the distance, no black sails against the horizon.
The Black Pearl was gone. Eleanor's heart broke for a moment,
the shards fueling anger. Then she calmed. He'd made a
promise. She ran back in the house for a moment and returned
a pair of sheering sissors.
Standing on the high cliff she stared of at the horizon. I'll
find you one day, Jack Sparrow. You promised yourself to me.
She grasped her hair and sheered it of just above shoulder
level. It caught on her neck and shoulders for a moment
fluttering to the ground, but then a strong wind lifted and
the golden brown strands lifted and flew out to sea.
Eleanor smiled. "I'll find you one day, my Pirate King. One
day soon, to collect my promise." She walked back to her
house then to face her mother's wrath for cutting of her
long, lovely locks.
cliff that rose above the crystal ocean below it, but the
small girl who stood there ignored it. Her long honey colored
hair floated on the wind as she stared out, sea colored eyes
filled with longing, at the ship the floated a fair ways out.
Black sails loomed against a sapphire sky, like shadows.
The Black Pearl. Eleanor had heard stories, what child
hadn't? She spread her arms as she watched the ship lingering
on the waves, as if to dive of into the water and swim to it.
She knew she wouldn't, of course. But there was no harm in
dreaming.
"Eleanor!!" This time it was a woman's sharp voice, which
reached her ears, and Eleanor sighed. Her father, maybe, she
could charm into him forgetting she didn't answer him. But
her mother was another matter entirely.
"Coming mama!" Eleanor lifted the pirates hat she held and
slipped it back on her head then walked down from the cliff
towards the white wash house that loomed just behind it. A
woman with long blond hair stood in the doorway; hands
perched on her hips.
"Eleanor, you know better. Your father and I have told you a
million times. You could slip and fall and drown standing up
there."
Eleanor smiled. "I won't mama. I never do."
Her mother sighed. "That doesn't mean it can't happen." She
looked at Eleanor then. "You're a positive mess. And why do
you insist on wearing that hat. It looks rather silly with
your dress. You look like a scoundrel."
"Do I really!?" The girl's voice sounded wistful.
Her mother pursed her lips although laughter sparkled in her
eyes. "Hardly my little 8 year old girl. You'd better go see
your father while I put on tea."
"I'm always your little girl mama." Eleanor dashed past her
mother. "But I'm a Pirate Queen too." She called back as she
entered the sitting room where she knew her father would be
then froze.
Her handsome father was there. His fairly long, dark hair
swept back into a queue, dark eyes filled with joy and
laughter as they always were. Eleanor adored her father, with
the love of any young girl. But what caught her eye and froze
her was the man standing before her father. Tall and lithe,
with hair darker than a raven's wing, skin tanned from
obvious abuse in the sun. A light beard and curled mustache
gave him a debonair look, while his black rimmed, ebon eyes
gleamed dangerous, while his posture and attire gave the
illusion of a fun loving, reckless man. This.was surely a
pirate.
HER hat that she'd chosen her hat. And he'd called her love.
And as little girls are want to do, Eleanor began to grow and
infatuation. Jack's voice brought her back out of her
daydream.
"I think you're little girl's gone off and sailing, Will."
That brought her back to herself and she peered up at him.
"Are you here to marry me?"
Jack blinked then laughed. "You trying to marry your daughter
of already Will." He looked at her. "Definitely not, luv.
Unless your father here's told you something he's not told
me."
"Oh."
"Will!" Her mother voice came from the kitchen. "I need your
help."
Her father stood. "I'll be right back." He walked from the
room seeming rather glad to escape.
Eleanor was silent for only a moment. "Why did you say
'definitely not'? I've had plenty of people tell me I'm
pretty." Her dignity wounded.
Jack walked around the room running an eye over the carious
paintings hung on the wall. "I'm sure they do lass." He
picked up a gilded statue from a lamp table. "But you're a
bit young for marriage, don't you think." He set down the
statue walking around the room again.
"Maybe now." Eleanor watched him curiously then decided she'd
better start hinting at what she wanted. "In a couple of
years I'll be older. You could marry me then."
He paused and turned to look at me with an assessing look.
"tell you what luv.why don't you wait.till you're a bit older
than you can try your luck with me, savvy?"
Eleanor smiled, this was exactly what she wanted. "Good.
That's what I planned anyway." She frowned, and gave him a
hard look. "But you better not make promises to any other
girls. Mama says I'm very posessive." She gave him her most
charming smile then. "I have to go now." She walked out
intending to see him later.
She woke the next morning, running from bed to stand on the
cliff, her light night gown fluttering around her. No ship
lurked in the distance, no black sails against the horizon.
The Black Pearl was gone. Eleanor's heart broke for a moment,
the shards fueling anger. Then she calmed. He'd made a
promise. She ran back in the house for a moment and returned
a pair of sheering sissors.
Standing on the high cliff she stared of at the horizon. I'll
find you one day, Jack Sparrow. You promised yourself to me.
She grasped her hair and sheered it of just above shoulder
level. It caught on her neck and shoulders for a moment
fluttering to the ground, but then a strong wind lifted and
the golden brown strands lifted and flew out to sea.
Eleanor smiled. "I'll find you one day, my Pirate King. One
day soon, to collect my promise." She walked back to her
house then to face her mother's wrath for cutting of her
long, lovely locks.