AGown for Elizabeth

"Get up! Now!" Ms. Pricket's scream came from down below my loft.

It was not but 4:00 in the morning. I was up late in the night finishing my work, so obviously I was quite exhausted, and I had a long day ahead of me.

"Get your bloody ass out of that bed now!" her shriek was ear splitting; "You need to get that dress delivered strait away!"

"I'm comin!"

Aye, I was a dressmaker. I worked long hours, slavin over needle and thread. I made all sorts of dresses for the poor and also for rich wenches like Miss Elizabeth Swan. How I loathed her. I hated her very guts! I really didn't even know why. A lot of people were right bloody gits, but there was just something about her that bothered me. Sure, she had money and vanity, but that didn't bother me all that much. I mean I wanted all that but I didn't despise her for it. No, I think it was the fact that she had Will wrapped around her bony little finger!

Will and I had been best friends since the very first day he came to be an apprentice blacksmith. His shop was just next door. I would go over and see him almost everyday. He was so easy to talk to; I could confide in him every bloody problem of my life and he listened, and I him. We seemed to understand each other. Both of our parents were gone or away, and both forced to work for menacing drunks. He was all I had, so I couldn't let him get tied in with a person like Miss Swan.

I climbed down the ladder ignoring the sting in my bandaged hands. The minuet I hopped off the ladder Ms. Prickit shoved a box into my arms.

"Go, you were supposed to have left fifteen minuets ago," I have known her ever since I was seven and I still couldn't help staring at her double chin jiggle when she talked.

I put my shawl over my shoulders and attempted to comb through my long, curly, auburn hair. It was so stubborn. I then went out the door stumbling over the doorpost.

"Raeh!" I heard my name being called from inside Brown's Blacksmith.

"Will," I gave him a warm smile in spite of my crabby mood. (He'd make me smile too if I were her…lol)

"Where might you be going at this hour?"

"Oh, I have to deliver this here package to the governor this morning," I stated then added sourly, "'Tis a dress for his dear Elizabeth, Heaven knows she needs another one."

Will, ignoring my remark of Elizabeth (though I knew he was fighting not to say anything on it), said instead, "I will be going up there to deliver something myself, but I need not head up there till at least 9:00. He needs the dress this early?" (

(He looks so dreamy when he has his concerned face on.)

"I suppose he wants it to be a surprise." I said simply, "What's the reason for your trip up there?"

"Delivering the new sword for Norrington's grand ol' ceremony," he teased. "I spent many an hour on it, so Norrington better be appreciative."

"And they will know you made this sword, aye?" I questioned.

Will shrugged with guilt, "You know as well as me that people like the governor say and believe what ever they want and could care less what you say to correct them."

"Will," I pleaded, "You know as well as I do that you deserve the respect for you are the true swordsman. Mr. Brown is nothing but a bloody befuddled old man who takes you for advantage. He does not deserve your credit!"

"Never mind about me; you best get your lovely dress delivered."

"Aye," I sighed, defeated.

I walked up to the governor's palace, dodging all the mud puddles. When I reached the door I took a deep breath and rapped my knuckles on the enormous, wooden entrance. An ancient man opened it.

"Aye? What's your business with the governor?"

"I have the gown he asked for," I was surprisingly steady with my words though I was quivering inside, "I am to be paid two shillings as well."

"Aye, I have your shillings,"

I handed him the box and in return he gave me two shillings. In truth I would receive just a forth of that, "Thank you, sir."

The door was then shut, leaving me to my long walk back to my prison.

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