Summary: The Governor of St George went over to Port Royal with his
daughter Michaela to witness the Commodores ceremony seeing that the Prince
of England Charles could not make it. On arrival Michaela (or Caels) meets
Will Turner a dashing (and incredibly HOT!) blacksmith. They become
friends and Caels falls in love but PotC happens and Will runs off with
Elizabeth leaving Caels very peeved off.
Chapter one: Oh Brother!
This was all my bloody fathers idea. I think I looked like a total meringue. My father had arranged this stupid ball to get my mind off the one thing that made me happy, William Turner. "Michaela, would you care to dance?" Prince Charles rudely interrupted my thoughts, which caused me to mutter "Bloody hell!" Charles looked at me a bit startled at my language. To him I'd always been the sweet polite governors daughter from St George, England. Of course this is also where Charles lived, though escaping to Port Royal nearest to Jamaica kept him off my back.
~FLASHBACK~
I stood on the dock of Port Royal, men in red coats hurrying by. My father was talking to a man who I believe was Governor Swann. A young lady stood beside him. She was looking quite faint. I soon noticed that she was wearing a corset. She'd soon have to get used to it seeing I've been wearing one since I was twelve. "Hello Madame." I was startled by a young man bowing before me. When he straightened up I noticed he was incredibly good looking man (and when I say good looking I mean very good looking.) He was quite young maybe a bit older than me. "Thank-you sir." I said most politely. He smiled before Governor Swann waltzed over with my father beside him. "Mister Turner, I believe you've met Miss Warner. Her Father is the Governor of St George." Mister Turner smiled quite shyly before backing away." Turning to me Governor Swann said to me "This is William Turner, our towns blacksmith." The Governor nodded to William and William took off.
~END FLASHBACK~
Charles gingerly took my hand and led me onto the dance floor of out St George mansion. The pale blue dress swam around me as Charles guided me along. Charles talked for ages his voice sounding just like a whisper over the top of the graceful music. I wasn't listening to a word he said, but nodding occasionally kept him happy so he talked even more while I was off in a daydream.
~FLASHBACK~
"Where are Will and Elizabeth?" I asked Governor Swann the next morning after father and I had arrived back from a peaceful night in Jamaica though father would not stop making racist comments the whole time. We had arrived back to find the joint had been blown to pieces, no doubt by pirates. Governor Swann shook his head roughly before changing the subject.
~END FLASHBACK~
I soon felt tired and excused myself, passing father I gave him a kiss on the cheek, which he insisted on. It took me a great deal of time to climb the stairs in the heavy dress. By the time I reached my room I felt as though I could fall on my bed and go straight to sleep, despite the heavily tightened corset. But, no. I was greeted by a band of maids as soon as I opened the door. They dragged me over to the bed to get me changed. After a lot of asking about the ball, pulling and tugging, the maids bustled off and I crawled into my bed and lay my head on the pillow.
I woke quite suddenly to a rattling in the window then watched it slam shut. Shit! I thought automatically. "Who's there?" I called into the darkness. A hearty laugh filled the room before the man spoke " 'ello sis."
Chapter one: Oh Brother!
This was all my bloody fathers idea. I think I looked like a total meringue. My father had arranged this stupid ball to get my mind off the one thing that made me happy, William Turner. "Michaela, would you care to dance?" Prince Charles rudely interrupted my thoughts, which caused me to mutter "Bloody hell!" Charles looked at me a bit startled at my language. To him I'd always been the sweet polite governors daughter from St George, England. Of course this is also where Charles lived, though escaping to Port Royal nearest to Jamaica kept him off my back.
~FLASHBACK~
I stood on the dock of Port Royal, men in red coats hurrying by. My father was talking to a man who I believe was Governor Swann. A young lady stood beside him. She was looking quite faint. I soon noticed that she was wearing a corset. She'd soon have to get used to it seeing I've been wearing one since I was twelve. "Hello Madame." I was startled by a young man bowing before me. When he straightened up I noticed he was incredibly good looking man (and when I say good looking I mean very good looking.) He was quite young maybe a bit older than me. "Thank-you sir." I said most politely. He smiled before Governor Swann waltzed over with my father beside him. "Mister Turner, I believe you've met Miss Warner. Her Father is the Governor of St George." Mister Turner smiled quite shyly before backing away." Turning to me Governor Swann said to me "This is William Turner, our towns blacksmith." The Governor nodded to William and William took off.
~END FLASHBACK~
Charles gingerly took my hand and led me onto the dance floor of out St George mansion. The pale blue dress swam around me as Charles guided me along. Charles talked for ages his voice sounding just like a whisper over the top of the graceful music. I wasn't listening to a word he said, but nodding occasionally kept him happy so he talked even more while I was off in a daydream.
~FLASHBACK~
"Where are Will and Elizabeth?" I asked Governor Swann the next morning after father and I had arrived back from a peaceful night in Jamaica though father would not stop making racist comments the whole time. We had arrived back to find the joint had been blown to pieces, no doubt by pirates. Governor Swann shook his head roughly before changing the subject.
~END FLASHBACK~
I soon felt tired and excused myself, passing father I gave him a kiss on the cheek, which he insisted on. It took me a great deal of time to climb the stairs in the heavy dress. By the time I reached my room I felt as though I could fall on my bed and go straight to sleep, despite the heavily tightened corset. But, no. I was greeted by a band of maids as soon as I opened the door. They dragged me over to the bed to get me changed. After a lot of asking about the ball, pulling and tugging, the maids bustled off and I crawled into my bed and lay my head on the pillow.
I woke quite suddenly to a rattling in the window then watched it slam shut. Shit! I thought automatically. "Who's there?" I called into the darkness. A hearty laugh filled the room before the man spoke " 'ello sis."
