Pirates of the Caribbean: Jack's Love
It was a cold and chilly evening, as the fog rolled into the great city of London, near the great flat that
had little light inside, as a man sat inside his office facing his daughter with great anger. She looked down to the ground with her face glowing red in embarrassment, Jessica knew that this was the last time her father Mr. Partridge had out up with her shenanigans. "Jessica, this is the fourth time you have been caught pick-pocketing from people on the street who are in the same class we are, you and act like a pirate. You're a disgrace to the family missy, and it's high time you I sent you away until you became the lady like your mother," Mr. Partridge shouted, looking away from his daughter. "Father, please, where shall I go," Jessica asked with trembling in her voice. "Where ever I send you young lady," he roared, pounding his fist in his desk. The then turned around and faced his daughter in disgust. "Now, you have been kicked out of four boarding schools for your rigmarole with your teachers, by having bloody flings with them, while everyone else was on luncheon. And your obscene practical jokes have caused the schools tons of money." "But, I, I, am," "Hold your tongue, you pirate. You're I am not finished yet. And you are not sorry, so don't tell me any falsehoods of yours, because I am sick of hearing them," her father hissed furiously. "You have no manners, and have learned none in the wasted money that I sent the blasted finishing schools of yours. With all this behavior, I am afraid I have to send you away permanently. And I had decided to write a letter to you uncle in Port Royal, who the governor and has daughter your age, and has just responded to my greatest request to send you to live with them, as I had sent a letter last month, after your last raid at your last school. There you will learn manners from your cousin and have a private female tutor teach you your studies." Big tears began to roll down Jessica's face, as her father told her these words regret. "I am sorry that is had to come to this conclusion, but I am a lawyer and I have a business to run, and I don't need you in my way. Now as you'll excuse me, I have a client coming in a half hour to come and discuss business as usual." With that, Mr. Partridge turned from his tearful daughter, and angrily hovered over his work as if she did not exist, and Jessica got up and headed out of her father's office.
Jessica stepped out of her father's office and began to sob harder, knowing that this was not what she had wanted to see, as much as Mr. Partridge. She pushed her long honey blond ringlets out of her face and blew her nose on a handkerchief that she had been holding in her right hand, as she began to climb up the stairs to her room, feeling as if her father did not know what she really wanted, love. She wanted loved from him since her mother had died of the measles four years ago when Jessica was fourteen, and that's when her father began to withdraw from his only daughter, shortly after the burial ceremony. Jessica's heavy gray dress and swished up the stairs as she knew why she caused trouble at all three boarding schools, which was because her other class-mates despised her for her interest in astronomy and geography, while other girls were interested in men who where engaged in marrying good strong men who where engaged in the East India Trading Company. And she was often harassed tremendously, and that caused her to pull practical jokes on the other girls, who in turn, reported Jessica for her mischievous pranks. When she got kicked out of the four schools, her father was infuriated and tried to send her to a finishing school for manners, but had hated her teacher's cold stuffy personality, and Jessica often refused to take lessons from someone who she thought was cold. And when she was kicked out of finishing school, her father ran out of ideas, which led Jessica to pick-pocketing from the streets and getting into trouble so her father would pay more attention to her than his own firm. She continued up the stairs when she heard a sweet kind voice calling name softly and sweetly. "Jessica, is that my Jessica coming up the stairs to her suite," she voice called out.
Jessica looked up at the top of the stairs to see an older women with white hair and hazel eyes, wearing a maid's uniform, smiling gently at her. "Are you alright child," the women asked her, kindly, offering to give Jessica a hug. Jessica threw herself against the kind women who was so warm and open to her. "No, no, I'm not. It's horrible Felicity, it really is." "Oh shh now," Felicity replied gently. "I bet I know what it is. Is is that your father is sending you away to The Caribbean?" Jessica looked at Felicity and nodded. "I really wanted him to to pay attention to me, and pick-pocketing is another way to make him more angry. And I thought that he was a lawyer that he would council me, once he found out that I was in jail and I would tell him how I really feel. And now it's too late, Felicity, I am being sent somewhere with total strangers that I barely know. And how am I related to my uncle Weatherby," Jessica asked tearfully, opening the door to her room. "He's your mother's brother, as your father told me," Felicity replied softly, shutting the door behind her.
As the two shut the door, they walked into a small sitting area with a small round table set for two, with a table cloth with tiny blue flowers, with seat covers that matched. The room itself had a small window that looked over to Big Ben and out into the world below, and a small marble fireplace was exactly opposite of the window, that hung a small portrait of her mother. And a matching drapery of the table cloth and seat covering matched hung decoratively. The two women sat down at the table and began a conversation to cheer the sad young lady up. "Have you met him," Jessica asked, sitting herself properly, as Felicity lit an oil lamp on the table. "Yes, once when you were a baby and he came and saw you around the same time your cousin Elizabeth was born." At this point, Jessica dried to her tears and began to listen to the calming women. "But they moved to the countryside when she was three, so you never met them. And after Mrs. Swann died pneumonia eight years ago, he had already won an election for Governor of Port Royal and they have been there since. "Is is like my father, cold, stern and harsh," Jessica asked cautiously, knowing that she was tired of rejection from people. "Oh no, he is quite lovely actually. He is very gentle and kind. I think you will find much kindness in him that you don't get from your own father." "Are you coming along, felicity," Jessica asked smiling, eagerly. "That is the part of the story that I think will break your heart even more. Your father has insisted that you have been hanging on me too long, and is insisting on finding a new position for me, her in London. And he knows that I have been your governess for eight-teen years, but he thinks you need to meet new people that will help you become a lady. Jessica fought back tears as she listened to her best friend, and then looked at her mother's portrait, as she wondered what her own mother would want for her Jessica, before and after she had died. Jessica then got up from the table and headed to a small trunk, sitting in the corner of the room, in which Jessica opened, which inside were piles of keepsakes that Jessica had kept for years, such as books, her mother's perfumes, a locket, and some of her mother's clothing, that now fit Jessica. She fished out two books and a small trinket that were very valuable to her. Jessica then sat back at the table with the very melancholy governess, who was watching what Jessica was getting.
Jessica put the two books on the table, and held her trinket opening it, which revealed a compass, that her mother had given her a child. And the two books that Jessica possessed where a world atlas and an astronomy book that that had stolen from a library at her first boarding school. She looked inside at the atlas, searching for the Caribbean, in where she was moving within two weeks on a big wooden ship, all alone with a whole new set of people. "Jessica, I hope you find a nice suitor down there, someone who will pay attention to you," Felicity replied helpfully. "Thank you Felicity, but right now I don't want to talk about men, I want to look at these books, and my compass that are sitting here on the table," Jessica replied flatly, at the thought of men who would be perfect strangers in Caribbean in the East India Trading Company that her stuffy classmates had boasted about marrying for their money. And she surely didn't want to fall in love with any pirates, since they were of negative reputation, killing everyone in sight and kidnapping young beautiful women such as herself.
Felicity cut into Jessica's thoughts by opening her astronomy book and tried to distract her. "My lady, I must say I envy you going to see the stars every night, and seeing the sunrise in the east and the sunset in the west, especially on the sea, as that is one sight that I have always dreamed of seeing, but you're going to have to so it for me," Felicity said, with a trace of envy in her voice. Jessica was now at the edge of tears at this point and had no appetite so she hesitated going to bed instead, since she had knew that her ship would leave during midday at South Hampton, and the carriage ride would take more than three hours ride, through the chilly misty morning of the month of March. "Did father say what time he was sending me away tomorrow," she asked Felicity with curiosity. "He told me at midday when most ships leave harbor, so you should leave the flat by six in the morning tomorrow, are saying you want to retire now miss," Felicity replied. Jessica got up from the table and headed in a large bedroom, with a queen-sized canopy bed with red velvet bedding and white lace curtains on a cherry wood frame pillars, that was Jessica's favorite place to sit most of the time and read whenever her father was ghastly towards her. The room it self had dark wooden floors with two small red area rugs that helped the room to be homey to Jessica. The room also had a brick fireplace that was the only other warm thing in the house other than Felicity.
When Jessica had been dressed for bed, she hugger her governess goodnight and climbed straight into her soft feather bed that she had adored so much and said her prayers goodnight.