After getting stuck on 'Should've Said No' I decided to delete it and make another attempt at a POTC story, but this time, I won't be line stealing. I hope you like it! Please review.
Love Story
I stood on the beach and looked out at the vast, beautiful ocean and took a deep breath, relaxing almost immediately. There was something so calming about standing on the beach, all alone, with your thoughts. It felt so nice to be in the quiet instead of the busy, loud streets where you could barely move let alone breathe.
"It's so beautiful here." I closed my eyes and enjoyed the breeze blowing through my hair and past my clothes. It was a cooler day on the beach but it felt nice compared to the other hot, humid days that were often present here.
"I think I would like to go sailing across the world. Go see distant lands, different people and have different adventures." I smiled at the thought and wrapped my arms around my shoulders, feeling the temperature of the breeze start to chill my arms.
"We can. We can go anywhere you want." I felt strong, warm arms wrap around my waist, pulling me against a strong chest. I wasn't surprised by this and I didn't pull away or flinch, instead I relaxed in the arms.
"We can let the sea take us anywhere your heart desires. Just say the place and I'll take you there. My sweet Juliet, say the place." I heard a man's voice whisper in my ear, but his voice was special. It was husky and low, carrying a message that was only made for me. It sent shivers up my spine and it put me on edge.
"Where do you want to go?" I heard him whisper in my ear again. I closed my eyes and leaned into him, sighing contently. There were so many places that I wished to go but I could only think of one place where I wanted to be at this moment.
"I want to stay here, with you, for as long as I can be." I whispered back to him. I turned my head slightly so I was looking back at him and smiled gently.
He looked down at me and smiled widely before he leaned in until our lips barely touched. I could feel his breath on my lips but we still hadn't kissed. He was just looking down at me with our eyes connected. His deep brown eyes met my green eyes, in an intense stare. I could see such love in his eyes but behind it I could see the slight hurt he still felt because of her.
"Wherever you want to go, I'll go." I smiled at him and tore my eyes away from his eyes to his lips. I closed my eyes and took a deep breathe just enjoying this moment.
"Juliet…Juliet…" I opened my eyes to see if he was calling my name but I didn't see him at all. I looked around trying to find him; I needed to find him.
"Juliet…Juliet…" I heard the voice again and I looked around trying to see where it was coming from when everything went black.
"Juliet! Get up!" I opened my eyes and looked around the room trying to figure out where I was when I saw my night table sitting beside my bed.
I sat up slowly, disappointed that I wasn't back on the beach with the man that haunted my dreams. We were so close and it seemed like we were so in love. I just wanted to be back there with him, I wanted to be on the peaceful beach with him.
"Juliet! Honestly! You need to get dressed! Mr. Mathews will be here any minute now and I do not want you to keep him waiting! Hurry up now!" I heard my mother's voice from across my bedroom, nagging me to get dressed so that I could spend another day with my suitor.
"I am up mother." I told her quietly, flipping the blankets off of my legs, leaving them cold. I shivered slightly and pressed my feet to the cold floor and tried not to wince. My bed was so inviting and warm compared to the cold and desolate floor.
"I know that you are up but you are not dressed! Now hurry up! The maids have been waiting to help you get dressed for almost an hour!" I nodded and stood up slowly, trying to waste time that I could be spending with my suitor.
"Honestly!" I heard my mother screech as she stormed over to me and grabbed my arm and began dragging me away from my, nice, warm bed, over to the changing screens where two maids were waiting.
"I'll be waiting downstairs Juliet and I expect you to be down there in a quarter of an hour. No repeats of last time." I nodded to show my mother that I understood.
The last time that my suitor had come to spend time with me, I had ended up sneaking off and spent the better half of the morning on the beach instead of with him. I had no intention of getting a suitor and I didn't think I needed one. I wanted to marry for love, not because he was rich or powerful, but my parents were insistent.
"You will look lovely in your dress Miss. Mr. Mathews won't be able to keep his eyes off of you." I closed my eyes and took a deep breath before I felt like my ribs were going to be crushed. The maids liked to make sure that my corset was as tight as it could be, and while it gave me curves, it made it impossible to breathe.
"He sure is a gentlemen, if you don't mind me saying Miss. He is rich, handsome, powerful, everything that a young lady like yourself should want in a husband." I pretended to listen to the maids talking while I drifted off into my thoughts.
Yes, Mr. Mathews was everything that a woman like myself should want in a husband, but for some reason, none of that was appealing to me. Yes I wanted to marry for love, and as my mother had argued, I would fall in love with Mr. Mathews.
"You look lovely Miss!" I snapped out of my thoughts and stared at my reflection in the mirror. I looked like every other high-status woman around this city, expensive dress and caked on make-up.
"Juliet! Are you ready yet?" I heard my mother's impatient voice from outside the door and I glanced at my reflection once more, and despite my inner thoughts telling me to change, I stepped away from the mirror and started walking towards the door.
The maids opened the door for me and I watched my mother look at me for a moment before she took in my appearance. She was looking at me from head to toe, inspecting my look to see if it was worthy or not.
"Juliet you finally look like a woman of high class." I smiled at my mother and thanked her. My mother smiled at me and she straightened up her posture and looked at the maids, dismissing them immediately.
"Mr. Mathews is downstairs waiting for you. You've kept him waiting long enough." My smile fell from my face and I tried not to get a disappointed look on my face, especially with my mother standing so close to me.
If she knew that I was not excited about seeing Mr. Mathews, again, I would get seriously reprimanded. My mother thought that I didn't want to see him because I was nervous about marriage. She had no idea that I just didn't want a suitor, and she couldn't know. She could never know.