The road was quiet...too quiet, the pounding of horses hoofs could be heard upon the horizon. A black horse was first to appear, racing down the country lane. A smirk crossed the features of the girl riding it, gloved hands tightened on the grip of the reins and she clicked her tongue to speed up. Her hair was a long brown, flowing freely with the wind. She wore a determined expression, her booted foot hitting the horse in the side - not too hard and yet not too soft. "Come on..." She muttered under her breath, eager to make it to her destination ahead of her apponant.
"Indianna!" A voice could be heard calling, the girl turned her head to see a white horse appear from a shortcut. Cheater. She looked back, ignoring her mothers shouts. Her mother was very much like her daughter, but older, her face much softer then it used to be. It was asif she had given her youthful self to her daughter in exchange for the changes, although she was still very beautiful. Both of them tanned and dark eyed. "Indianna!" The woman shouted again, "Slow down!"
The girl was indeed far from 'slowing down' instead she was more intent on speeding up, her mother appeared to be doing the same anxious to catch up with her daughter.
The race was on, both women eager to beat the other. Indianna tugged the reins violently, turning in a new direction. The scenery was changing fast from country side to water front, Indianna smiled. The ship docks in view.
Her father was coming back today, it was rumoured for one thing and rumours about Jack Sparrow. Captain Jack Sparrow were almost, always true. Indianna had been let down by him before, time and time again he had written saying her would return but he never did. She hadn't seen him since her eighth birthday, she was now seventeen. She could still remember him, his face, his hair, his smile. Those gold teeth shining when he'd grin. Every year on her birthday she wished for him to return from sea and every year she go her hopes up only to have them crushed again.
She wasn't sure what to expect when he would come back, it had been herself and her mother for a long time. Angelica Teach. Captain Jack Sparrow's only love, just like he was hers. Indianna could tell that her mother missed him, she'd done nothing but fake everything from the moment he walked out when she was eight years old. She was a good mother, there was no saying otherwise, but Indianna had wished that she would of moved on.
When she finally reached the docks, she slowed her horse down enough for her to jump from him. There were ships towering over her from every port, she glanced around for signs that her father was here. Nothing. Nothing. Nothing...
She had been let down, again.
Angelica let out a breath through her nose, sliding from her horse and retreating to her daughter's side. "Your father works in mysterious ways." She whispered, her voice thick with the spanish accent she carried. "He's an unpredicatable man, Indie." Angelica moved her arm around her daughters shoulders, pulling her close. Indianna sighed, looking up at her mother with a smile that didn't quite reach.
He would return soon, and when he did. She'd be ready for him.
