A/N: This story has been pretty much based on the book The Witch of Blackbird Pond. It's been awarded and I really loved the book so hopefully you guys will enjoy my version of it because I did change a lot of stuff around.
Summary: Have you ever wondered what it would be like to live in the 1600's? A teenager, sixteen-year-old Buffy, goes on an adventurous journey. She travels on a boat called the Dolphin to New England after her grandfather dies in Barbados, where she used to live. When she arrives, she soon finds it difficult adjusting to her aunt and uncle's house and the town. The people of the town are Puritans which means everything is much stricter. Buffy must get used to doing work around the house instead of sitting around and getting pampered. Along her journey, she finds love and courage with a man she least expects to. She also befriends an old Quaker woman named Widow Tupper who has been accused of practicing witchcraft by the town members.
Chapter 1
Buffy waited patiently at the ramp leading onto the ship. Her cheeks were flushed from the cold and her hands were trembling. I knew I shouldn't have packed my gloves away. Now I'm going to be standing out here like a fool with no gloves in the chilly winter. Buffy raised her hat a bit higher giving her a better view and stood on the tips of her toes as best as she could in her heels.
The ramp was already packed with people moving up onto the ship carrying their bags with them. That's strange. Why on earth are they carrying their belongings? Shouldn't the ship's workers being doing that? Some sort of helper?
"Excuse me, miss? Miss?" called a man with a British accent.
"Oh, finally. I thought that if I stood any longer out here I would be left behind," said Buffy, making sure she had all of her stuff with her.
"Well, why were you waiting here, pet? If you thought this big traffic jam on the ramp was going to clear up then you have definitely not sailed before. It's only going to be clear when the ship takes off.
"Well, I was waiting for someone to help me with the bags, Sir."
The blue-eyed man chuckled making Buffy's insides stir at the sudden warmth she felt.
"You are something, love. This ship does not help people with their belongings. This ship can barely afford to carry all these people. I think you may have come to the wrong spot."
"Is this not the Dolphin?" asked Buffy, sniffling a bit from her runny nose.
"Of course it is. This is my father's ship. Soon to be mine."
"Then I am in the right place."
"Suit yourself, Goldilocks," said the man turning his back and making his way back up the ramp.
"How rude! He didn't even care to help me!" said Buffy, talking to herself.
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After finding no spot to put her bags down, she decided to go and ask the arrogant British blonde that she talked to earlier if he knew a spot where she could lay her stuff down.
"Excuse me?"
"You're excused," said the man, slightly smirking.
Relax, Buffy. He is just trying to make you angry…..Well; he's doing a good job at it.
"Is there any place that I can put my belongings down?"
"Well, I can see one spot right there," said the man, pointing to a spot next to a woman who looked like she hadn't eaten for days and a boy who was filthy, coughing non-stop.
"But, but…they're dirty."
The man leaned towards Buffy's ear and whispered, "Probably not as dirty as you are though, huh?"
"Why! How can you talk to woman like that? It's not polite and it's very disturbing. With that attitude, I'm sure you've never accompanied a woman before!"
"Yeah, yeah. Anyways, everyone is sick or will get sick and we have two months until we reach Wethersfield, Connecticut so you better get used to it."
"Please don't make me! I can't stand to be sitting there with them. I beg you!" said Buffy clutching his hands in her own.
The man looked at the young woman in the face. She looked like she was about to burst into tears. I guess I can let her stay in my cabin.
"Fine, you can stay in my cabin. Don't tell anyone though. If word gets out that you're sleeping in my cabin, I'll have people beating me down into pieces."
"Thank you! I promise I won't tell a soul."
"Good. Now I suggest you get some sleep. It will help pass time. Also, don't you woman need your beauty rest or something similar to that rot?"
"There is no meaning or sense in doing that. Beauty comes naturally so you either have it or you don't," said Buffy walking away.
"You have it. You have it quite nicely," muttered the blonde man. He was steered out of his thoughts by his father calling his name.
"William, come get this rope and pull up the flag," called his father.
"I'm coming! Sodding git can't wait a moment. Always have to be doing this stuff every bloody second."
A/N: Please review! Thank you!!
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Summary: Have you ever wondered what it would be like to live in the 1600's? A teenager, sixteen-year-old Buffy, goes on an adventurous journey. She travels on a boat called the Dolphin to New England after her grandfather dies in Barbados, where she used to live. When she arrives, she soon finds it difficult adjusting to her aunt and uncle's house and the town. The people of the town are Puritans which means everything is much stricter. Buffy must get used to doing work around the house instead of sitting around and getting pampered. Along her journey, she finds love and courage with a man she least expects to. She also befriends an old Quaker woman named Widow Tupper who has been accused of practicing witchcraft by the town members.
Chapter 1
Buffy waited patiently at the ramp leading onto the ship. Her cheeks were flushed from the cold and her hands were trembling. I knew I shouldn't have packed my gloves away. Now I'm going to be standing out here like a fool with no gloves in the chilly winter. Buffy raised her hat a bit higher giving her a better view and stood on the tips of her toes as best as she could in her heels.
The ramp was already packed with people moving up onto the ship carrying their bags with them. That's strange. Why on earth are they carrying their belongings? Shouldn't the ship's workers being doing that? Some sort of helper?
"Excuse me, miss? Miss?" called a man with a British accent.
"Oh, finally. I thought that if I stood any longer out here I would be left behind," said Buffy, making sure she had all of her stuff with her.
"Well, why were you waiting here, pet? If you thought this big traffic jam on the ramp was going to clear up then you have definitely not sailed before. It's only going to be clear when the ship takes off.
"Well, I was waiting for someone to help me with the bags, Sir."
The blue-eyed man chuckled making Buffy's insides stir at the sudden warmth she felt.
"You are something, love. This ship does not help people with their belongings. This ship can barely afford to carry all these people. I think you may have come to the wrong spot."
"Is this not the Dolphin?" asked Buffy, sniffling a bit from her runny nose.
"Of course it is. This is my father's ship. Soon to be mine."
"Then I am in the right place."
"Suit yourself, Goldilocks," said the man turning his back and making his way back up the ramp.
"How rude! He didn't even care to help me!" said Buffy, talking to herself.
***********************************************
After finding no spot to put her bags down, she decided to go and ask the arrogant British blonde that she talked to earlier if he knew a spot where she could lay her stuff down.
"Excuse me?"
"You're excused," said the man, slightly smirking.
Relax, Buffy. He is just trying to make you angry…..Well; he's doing a good job at it.
"Is there any place that I can put my belongings down?"
"Well, I can see one spot right there," said the man, pointing to a spot next to a woman who looked like she hadn't eaten for days and a boy who was filthy, coughing non-stop.
"But, but…they're dirty."
The man leaned towards Buffy's ear and whispered, "Probably not as dirty as you are though, huh?"
"Why! How can you talk to woman like that? It's not polite and it's very disturbing. With that attitude, I'm sure you've never accompanied a woman before!"
"Yeah, yeah. Anyways, everyone is sick or will get sick and we have two months until we reach Wethersfield, Connecticut so you better get used to it."
"Please don't make me! I can't stand to be sitting there with them. I beg you!" said Buffy clutching his hands in her own.
The man looked at the young woman in the face. She looked like she was about to burst into tears. I guess I can let her stay in my cabin.
"Fine, you can stay in my cabin. Don't tell anyone though. If word gets out that you're sleeping in my cabin, I'll have people beating me down into pieces."
"Thank you! I promise I won't tell a soul."
"Good. Now I suggest you get some sleep. It will help pass time. Also, don't you woman need your beauty rest or something similar to that rot?"
"There is no meaning or sense in doing that. Beauty comes naturally so you either have it or you don't," said Buffy walking away.
"You have it. You have it quite nicely," muttered the blonde man. He was steered out of his thoughts by his father calling his name.
"William, come get this rope and pull up the flag," called his father.
"I'm coming! Sodding git can't wait a moment. Always have to be doing this stuff every bloody second."
A/N: Please review! Thank you!!
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