Disclaimer: I do not own any Pirates of the Caribbean characters, or I
would be filthy rich and wouldn't need to write this disclaimer anyway. I
own only Catherine and "mother".
A/N: Please R&R! Cookies and Twizzlers to all who review!
So long ago I was Catherine Markham. I was an outgoing, pretty disgrace for my mother, Lady Victoria Swann Markham. My favorite cousin was Elizabeth Swann, my mother's brother was her father. She was closest to my age, only a year older. She and I were always interested in pirates when we were little, and we learned all about their ways and codes, something that drove my mother mad.
She left London for Port Royal, Jamaica, where her father was to be governor. I was nine, and left to daydream of adventure on the high seas by myself. My mother had other plans, she hoped I would yet grow to be a lady. What my mother did not know, was that at night I would sneak out of our manor wearing my brothers' old clothes. I would run to the docks and search for pirate ships. I thought I had seen one once, and that only fueled my fervor of learning about them. I soon realized that no self-respecting pirate vessel would dock in the main bays of London, but my nightly adventures were not in vain. Here and there I would hear whispers of attacks on cities and towns by a ship with black sails, a ship crewed by demons, a ship no one could catch, the Black Pearl.
I soon gave up my hopes of seeing a pirate, and retreated to my room, never to venture out in the night again. By this time I was sixteen, and I excelled in my lessons enough that my parents thought me a proper lady, outgrown of her childish ways. I became highly sought after by the young men of the court, but I was always treated as a china doll, one who would break if handled anything but the most delicately, and whose mind would not grasp anything other than chatter about the weather.
On my seventeenth birthday, my hopes were rekindled; a letter came from the Governor of Jamaica, my uncle, asking if I would be permitted to stay in the manor with him and my dear cousin, Elizabeth. My mother gave her consent, but only because I fear there was some hint of a match set for me in Port Royal, but I was delighted nonetheless. Within days, I was set for the crossing to Jamaica.
A/N: Please R&R! Cookies and Twizzlers to all who review!
So long ago I was Catherine Markham. I was an outgoing, pretty disgrace for my mother, Lady Victoria Swann Markham. My favorite cousin was Elizabeth Swann, my mother's brother was her father. She was closest to my age, only a year older. She and I were always interested in pirates when we were little, and we learned all about their ways and codes, something that drove my mother mad.
She left London for Port Royal, Jamaica, where her father was to be governor. I was nine, and left to daydream of adventure on the high seas by myself. My mother had other plans, she hoped I would yet grow to be a lady. What my mother did not know, was that at night I would sneak out of our manor wearing my brothers' old clothes. I would run to the docks and search for pirate ships. I thought I had seen one once, and that only fueled my fervor of learning about them. I soon realized that no self-respecting pirate vessel would dock in the main bays of London, but my nightly adventures were not in vain. Here and there I would hear whispers of attacks on cities and towns by a ship with black sails, a ship crewed by demons, a ship no one could catch, the Black Pearl.
I soon gave up my hopes of seeing a pirate, and retreated to my room, never to venture out in the night again. By this time I was sixteen, and I excelled in my lessons enough that my parents thought me a proper lady, outgrown of her childish ways. I became highly sought after by the young men of the court, but I was always treated as a china doll, one who would break if handled anything but the most delicately, and whose mind would not grasp anything other than chatter about the weather.
On my seventeenth birthday, my hopes were rekindled; a letter came from the Governor of Jamaica, my uncle, asking if I would be permitted to stay in the manor with him and my dear cousin, Elizabeth. My mother gave her consent, but only because I fear there was some hint of a match set for me in Port Royal, but I was delighted nonetheless. Within days, I was set for the crossing to Jamaica.