A Perfect Ending to A Tragic Story
Chapter 1
I'm Getting Married, and Other Disasters
I woke up that one morning, not knowing what was going to happen to me, but I sensed something was not going to turn out as I'd hoped. I could just feel it in my bones that chill which never seemed to leave. My day already wasn't going to turn out well. Within an hour, I knew that my maids would come in to dress me for the most horrible day of my life…..my wedding day. Most of you would probably say that your wedding day was the happiest day of your life, but not for me. I was being wedded to William Turner unwillingly, my father said it was for the best, although I loathe and disagree to this.
Yes, Will loved me, but I didn't love him. I was in love with someone else, James Norrington. Oh, that name of so many feelings. I could sit here and describe him for you. He was tall, dreamy…..he had huge sorrowful green eyes and the most amazing smile…..his voice was like the whispering of the sea. Let us not forget his wonderful personality and his beautiful brown hair. I'd known him since I was a little girl. Although I always thought, there was that one thing about him that was uncommonly mysterious. Let us not forget how big-hearted and sensitive he was either. That was what I admired most of all.
My eye shed a tear, I was not going to marry him, I was marrying Will. I knew that once I was bound to Will I could never be with him and only see a trail of tears behind me. And James would have a broken heart that could never be mended.
Suddenly, I heard a rapping on my door. "Elizabeth!" came a voice, "Elizabeth!"
"Coming father!" I shouted and opened the bolted door.
He smiled me. I made a disgusted face, "Father, you really should be wearing a wig."
"What?" he asked, "You do not admire this beautiful hair?"
"No father…..I don't."
He went silent, "Anyway, on the opposite side of things, your maids will be coming in shortly to dress you. In the meantime, you should get some breakfast."
"I am not hungry." I slammed the door in his face.
"Well then, looks like someone's PMSing." came from the other side of the door.
"Heard that," I said. Silence.
"Are you sure you don't want anything?"
"I said, I'm not hungry."
"OK, whatever. James is down there."
"Never mind, I'll be down momentarily." Silence. I went to my wardrobe and picked out a velvet green dress with quarter sleeves complete with dark green ribbons, bodice, sleeves and hem. I tightened the corset to a comfortable level and put my hair up in a bun with a green ribbon which I tied into bow. I slipped into some matching shoes and headed downstairs for breakfast. My father was sitting at the table with the servants and James. I smiled at them and took my seat on the left side of the long table in between James and Father.
I grimaced as the talk began, all about my wedding and James stayed awkwardly silent. I groaned and slumped my head on the white laced tablecloth in between my arms.
"Elizabeth?" Father asked, "Is that a way to behave at the table?"
"I'm sorry." I lifted my head.
"I do hope you have better posture at the table once you are married." I grimaced.
"Can we please talk about something else?"
Father was about to retort when the waitresses set the food on the table. Father smiled, "Thank you."
"So James," I said, feeling slightly awkward, "How've you been?"
"Fine," He replied, "You."
"OK, I guess."
"Something wrong?"
"No." I replied.
"Well alright then." he answered. Silence. It was dead silent, all you could hear was chewing, my father's noticeably loud.
I kept looking at him. He stopped chewing and looked at me funny.
"May I be excused?"
"I suppose."
"James and I are going to the garden."
He swallowed his food, "Well alright, but don't be out to long, you have to be back and time to get ready."
"Alright I won't." I replied, "C'mon James." I scooted my chair out and got up, about ready to walk away, James closely behind.
"Elizabeth, chair." My father said.
"Oops," I giggled, "Sorry." I pushed in my chair and James and I headed to the garden.