Marguerite St
Marguerite St. Just had been a citizen of Port Royal for only a matter of weeks. She had made a few friends, but no one she could truly trust in this new city. She could not help it, in Paris it was hard for one to trust there greatest friend or, even the one you love.
Marguerite, on the advice of her brother had left her beloved Paris because of her Fiancé. Armand Chauvelin, Paris was deep amidst the reign of terror, and it had become a world she did not want to see. At first, her beloved Chauvelin had seemed to support he cause, but now it had just seemed to turn into a plot for revenge and not for freedom at all. Every day she saw innocent men, women and children aristocrats executed by Madame la Guillotine. Then truly one day she grew sick of it. Leaving her engagement ring on the table and packing her things, Marguerite bid adieu to Paris and went looking forward to her new life in the Caribbean.
She had adjusted to her new life well; she received a job as a seamstress and made herself a comfortable home above her employer. At small gatherings she was quite popular with a few of the gentlemen. But none of them seemed appealing, for some reason they all seemed…too simple for her. Marguerite was a girl of free spirit, and her fiery red hair was a wonderful example of it. Not to mention, she was stubborn.
And after 3 weeks she soon became homesick, she had missed her beloved Paris already, or maybe it was just the fact she missed performing. When she was home she was a popular actress and singer at the Comedie Francaise, when she left she hadn't sung or done anything truly since. But tonight it was going to change.
It was all set, she had arranged with a Tavern owner to allow her to sing, just that one night. That was all she truly needed to scratch her itch. SO after changing her costume she made her way down the cobble stone streets in the dark of night. She had remembered wearing her beloved gown many times before, it was her favorite dress back in Paris so she could not resist packing it for her own memorabilia. She stood at the frame and adjusted the blonde wig on top of her head before she took a deep breath and made a grand entrance into the tavern.
Once again, she had a night of success! She sang and acted as a barmaid all at the same time. It was true a few of the more. Less sober men had tried to grab at her skirt a few times but it was nothing she could not handle. But soon it became too much for her, as she was walking home with a purse filled with coins on her hip, a few of his majesty's finest came towards her. They encircled her and soon began toying with her, passing her around the circle. She knew just from the smell of the mead on there breath they were obviously drunk, but it did not mean she could not fight back! She bared her claws and fought back, trying to fight away the soldiers. She did manage to make a few fall to the ground before she was grabbed from behind. And arrested...for assault. "Take her to Lord Beckett…"She heard one of the soldiers say, she grinned seeing that that soldier had a scratch mark across his cheek from her defending herself. Even as she was taken to Lord Beckett's office in shackles and thrown into his office, she was still damn proud of herself.
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This was not fair! No! It was BEYOND fair! She had done nothing wrong! Marguerite was now being thrown into jail, for crimes she did not even commit! Assault, it was self defense if anything! It was not her fault the damn soldiers were drunk! Also, it had seemed that Lord Beckett had failed to see her side..the TRUE side of the story! Well, now she was being dragged down to her newest home, a prison cell in the Port Royal Jail. Her red hair was draped over her face as she cast her face down, how was she going to get out of this?
The guard entered the prison with her and unlocked the cell. She saw there was already a woman in the cell, she was wearing…a wedding gown? What type of person gets arrested on their wedding day?! Marguerite was thrown in the cell and gave one final glare to the soldier before he left and she sat down. At first she thought of starting a conversation with the girl sitting on the other side from her. But, she looked deep in thought. What she DID notice how ever was two or three hands suddenly try to grab at her skirt from the other cell. Her blue eyes went wide and she quickly moved to sit on the other side. No wonder the girl in the wedding dress was so far off to the other side. She was probably as sick of them as she was. She ran a few fingers through her hair and asked calmly. "What are you in for?"
There was a brief moment of silence between the two of them before the woman in the wedding dress raised her head and sighed. "Assisting a person convicted of Piracy…you?"
Piracy?! Wow, there was definitely more to this girl then met the eye. She shook her head for a moment and sat her wig down beside herself before replying. "Dancing in a tavern…" That caused the girl in the wedding dress to giggle a bit. "Really? That seems to be quite a simple thing! But then again…it is Beckett." Marguerite complied with a nod and turned back to the cell on the side. Damn these whistles and cat calls were getting annoying! But then she heard another voice. Two voices! They sounded like arguing, and then a lamp came into view. All of a sudden an elder gentleman and a prison guard were right before there eyes. The elder of the two addressed the girl in the wedding dress and the cell was opened. The girl was quick to run out and before marguerite could even blink the cell was shut again, and they were gone.
Marguerite spent a few moments pacing through the cell, every once in a while standing on the stool to look out the window. She had to get out of here! So, with a new sense of determination. She rolled up her sleeves and ran into the cell door with as much might as she could. Unfortunately, what she didn't realize was that the elderly man had forgotten to lock the door and she landed flat on her face. She grimaced for a moment before getting back on her feet. She looked around for some sort of weapon, lucky enough to find a pistol on the nearby shelf. Now, for sure she had to get out of this city. But now, she wanted to know if the girl got out alright.
She managed to get to the docks just in time as she saw a carriage pull up. The driver was the elderly gentleman from before, so the girl must be in the carriage. Her eyes also noticed a group of soldiers coming towards the dock, then a man was stabbed and her eyes went wide. She was quick to jump out of the bushes and open the door. The woman from the prison went wide eyed. "You?! How did you…" But Marguerite silenced her with a tug of the arm. "Just come on!" She said in a whispering tone and drug the girl back into the shrubs just s the carriage door was opened by the unfamiliar man. The girl flinched hearing, who Marguerite suspected to be her father cry out as he was pushed against the carriage. She desperately wished they could help him, but they had other matters.
When all was clear Marguerite made sure Elizabeth was following her to the docks where a merchant ship was about to board. It wasn't guarded, it was a perfect time to get on which she was just about ready to do but then the girl grabbed her hand. "Letters of marquee…Will will hang if we don't get them…" At this Marguerite frowned, she didn't care who this Will was, she wasn't about ready to risk her life to save him. "Who's Will?!" The girl looked back at her with a pleading look. "My fiancé, the letters are in Beckett's office." Alright, going back to the fort was one thing, but going back to Lord Beckett's office was practically entering the lions den.
Before Marguerite could argue her point, the girl had already run off towards the fort. Now what kind of person would she be if she just let her go there alone?! Not a good one. Looking back at the ship desperately she picked up her skirts and ran after her, holding the pistol from the prison quite tightly in her hand. This was all turning out to be an interesting night.
