Disclaimer: I do not own any POTC characters, even though none have come up
yet in the story (I do apologize for that, they will be coming soon). I do
not own the character Gemma Doyle either. She is from a book called A Great
And Terrible Beauty (which is a really good book might I add). I just
liked the name.
And so some do not get confused, you pronounce her name having the G sound like a J. (when I first read the book I pronounced it like a G, but don't blame me, its because I'm blonde.)
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Chapter 1: The MarketPlace
"Oh, she is absolutely beautiful! What shall we call her?"
"I think we shall call her Gemma...Gemma Doyle."
"Perfect."
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~20 Years Later~
The young woman of 20 ran around in the garden, letting her ebony tresses frame her delicate face and the sun making her green eyes glow. Gemma danced in circles, accidentally crushing a few flowers along the way. She enjoyed feeling this free, especially since she was always forced to wear corsets when around others. This was her time, and she would spend it any way she wanted it to.
"Gemma! Our carriage is here."
At the sound of her father's voice, Gemma obediently walked to the front of the house to find him. There he stood next to one of the horses petting her mane ever so gently. She watched him, a feeling of happiness spreading throughout her body. Her father was a wealthy man of Port Charles, a respectable town in the Caribbean, and she loved him very much. Gemma and her father had always had a strong connection, but ever since her mother had died a few years back, they had an unbreakable bond between the two of them.
"Miss Doyle, I do not believe your mother would have approved of your attire. How many times must I ask you to dress like a proper Englishwoman? Please, go upstairs and change."
"Yes, of course Father."
Upon hearing his request, Gemma bounced upstairs to her room only to find herself searching for something appropriate to wear. As soon as she found and acceptable dress, she tore off her shirt and breeches. Years ago, the Doyles' had requested not to be bothered with many maids, if any at all. They were not dependant people. After finishing putting on the dress, Gemma strolled down the stairs and into the carriage in silence.
"Now Gemma, we will be arriving at the marketplace shortly. You know the rules. Do not walk off too far, and keep an eye open for any thing suspicious. Now I know you know how to use a sword, but do not get cocky. Remember what happened last time?"
"Yes I do. And it was not my fault that the beautiful jewelry distracted me. I was completely aware that the man was following me; just not that he had others with him. I can take care of myself Father, so do not worry. I have had years of practice with the masters of sword fighting. I am fully aware that I must pay attention and take precautions when I am alone in the marketplace."
"Good, now that that is taken care of, please do come and give me a quick hug before you set off."
"You don't have to tell me twice."
Gemma lunged into her father's arms and gently pecked him on the cheek She then stepped out of the carriage and sauntered over to the stands selling all of the marvelous little trinkets. So much had been on her mind lately, mostly under the topic of marriage. She was of age, and surely her father was trying to decide a man suitable to marry his only child. Walking along the stands, she came across one selling mirrors. In the center laid a mirror rimmed in gold with the most intricate design inlaid into it. Once she looked into the mirror, it was if it placed a spell on her, because she was mesmerized.
"Its...beautiful..." was all Gemma could manage saying.
She then noticed an older looking woman stand up from behind the makeshift counter. The woman wore a colorful dress with a large black coat on top of it and had large gold hoop earrings making her resemble a gypsy.
"Well hello there my dear. What can I do for you? I can see you are interested in that mirror? Well, I will tell you what...let me make a deal with you."
Gemma nodded for the old woman to continue and waited for her to continue, curiosity bubbling inside her mind.
"I give you the mirror as a gift."
The old woman paused. Gemma wondered what she would have to do in return. Just because the mirror was to be a gift to her did not mean that she would not have to give something in return. After a few more long moments, the old woman finally spoke again.
"And you will give me something in return. I will not make you pay anything, for no matter of gold could fulfill what I wish to have. What you give me in return will be worth much more than you will ever realize, for you take advantage of it now. You are already past the age when most are married, but you do not have a husband. Why is that?"
"Uh...I suppose it is because...uh...um..." Gemma, unsure of how to continue, was still trying to figure out what on earth the woman could possibly want from her. Why should she be telling some old lady the reasons for her not marrying? That was her personal life, and there is no way a stranger will find their way into it without her willing to let them.
"I do not know why I have not yet married Ma'am. That is for my father to decide."
"Well then, at least it is not because you are an ugly, scrawny little thing like some of the other misses I have run into in the past. On the contrary dear, you are far prettier than any I have ever laid eyes upon. It is a true gift, you know. The one gift that I will ask for in return for the mirror."
Gemma looked at the woman in shock. Sure her mother had always told her she was beautiful and her father the same, but it wasn't as if she were a raving beauty with every man waiting to become her husband. In fact, no one has asked to court her yet, well, at least of her knowledge. This woman must be crazed; for there is no way she can demand such a price. 'It is not like I can give her my face and be stuck as some repulsive looking commoner.' She thought to herself.
"Take heed my wishes. You have yet to know of the horrible years I spent suffering as a young woman such as yourself. Now it is time for you to walk in my shoes..."
Gemma simply stared. She had no clue as to what the crazy woman was talking about. The old woman slipped the mirror into Gemma's bag while she was pondering about the whole situation and then she disappeared into the crowds.
"Now where did she-"
"Ready to leave Gemma?"
It was her father. Always coming in at the oddest of moments.
"Yes I am. Lead the way."
Gemma linked her arm with her father's and the two of them walked over to where the carriage awaited them. She climbed inside, ready for the hour- long journey she was about to embark on to return to their countryside home.
Yes, I'm sure some of you are upset for me not having put any POTC characters (Jack) into the story yet, but do not worry, they (he) will come. LOL. Anyways, please review. I was, and still am, a little nervous about how this was going to turn out. I wasn't quite sure what direction I was going towards. But, here is the chapter, so tell me if you like it or not. The more reviews, the sooner I will be able to update a new chapter. Although I do not know how promising that will be since I am currently playing three sports, so bear with me. But, its midnight right now, and as much as I would love to stay and write, I would prefer to read other's stories. Also, if any of you know the name of a good story, email me or post it in the review. Adios!
~Miss Jackie Sparrow
And so some do not get confused, you pronounce her name having the G sound like a J. (when I first read the book I pronounced it like a G, but don't blame me, its because I'm blonde.)
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Chapter 1: The MarketPlace
"Oh, she is absolutely beautiful! What shall we call her?"
"I think we shall call her Gemma...Gemma Doyle."
"Perfect."
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
~20 Years Later~
The young woman of 20 ran around in the garden, letting her ebony tresses frame her delicate face and the sun making her green eyes glow. Gemma danced in circles, accidentally crushing a few flowers along the way. She enjoyed feeling this free, especially since she was always forced to wear corsets when around others. This was her time, and she would spend it any way she wanted it to.
"Gemma! Our carriage is here."
At the sound of her father's voice, Gemma obediently walked to the front of the house to find him. There he stood next to one of the horses petting her mane ever so gently. She watched him, a feeling of happiness spreading throughout her body. Her father was a wealthy man of Port Charles, a respectable town in the Caribbean, and she loved him very much. Gemma and her father had always had a strong connection, but ever since her mother had died a few years back, they had an unbreakable bond between the two of them.
"Miss Doyle, I do not believe your mother would have approved of your attire. How many times must I ask you to dress like a proper Englishwoman? Please, go upstairs and change."
"Yes, of course Father."
Upon hearing his request, Gemma bounced upstairs to her room only to find herself searching for something appropriate to wear. As soon as she found and acceptable dress, she tore off her shirt and breeches. Years ago, the Doyles' had requested not to be bothered with many maids, if any at all. They were not dependant people. After finishing putting on the dress, Gemma strolled down the stairs and into the carriage in silence.
"Now Gemma, we will be arriving at the marketplace shortly. You know the rules. Do not walk off too far, and keep an eye open for any thing suspicious. Now I know you know how to use a sword, but do not get cocky. Remember what happened last time?"
"Yes I do. And it was not my fault that the beautiful jewelry distracted me. I was completely aware that the man was following me; just not that he had others with him. I can take care of myself Father, so do not worry. I have had years of practice with the masters of sword fighting. I am fully aware that I must pay attention and take precautions when I am alone in the marketplace."
"Good, now that that is taken care of, please do come and give me a quick hug before you set off."
"You don't have to tell me twice."
Gemma lunged into her father's arms and gently pecked him on the cheek She then stepped out of the carriage and sauntered over to the stands selling all of the marvelous little trinkets. So much had been on her mind lately, mostly under the topic of marriage. She was of age, and surely her father was trying to decide a man suitable to marry his only child. Walking along the stands, she came across one selling mirrors. In the center laid a mirror rimmed in gold with the most intricate design inlaid into it. Once she looked into the mirror, it was if it placed a spell on her, because she was mesmerized.
"Its...beautiful..." was all Gemma could manage saying.
She then noticed an older looking woman stand up from behind the makeshift counter. The woman wore a colorful dress with a large black coat on top of it and had large gold hoop earrings making her resemble a gypsy.
"Well hello there my dear. What can I do for you? I can see you are interested in that mirror? Well, I will tell you what...let me make a deal with you."
Gemma nodded for the old woman to continue and waited for her to continue, curiosity bubbling inside her mind.
"I give you the mirror as a gift."
The old woman paused. Gemma wondered what she would have to do in return. Just because the mirror was to be a gift to her did not mean that she would not have to give something in return. After a few more long moments, the old woman finally spoke again.
"And you will give me something in return. I will not make you pay anything, for no matter of gold could fulfill what I wish to have. What you give me in return will be worth much more than you will ever realize, for you take advantage of it now. You are already past the age when most are married, but you do not have a husband. Why is that?"
"Uh...I suppose it is because...uh...um..." Gemma, unsure of how to continue, was still trying to figure out what on earth the woman could possibly want from her. Why should she be telling some old lady the reasons for her not marrying? That was her personal life, and there is no way a stranger will find their way into it without her willing to let them.
"I do not know why I have not yet married Ma'am. That is for my father to decide."
"Well then, at least it is not because you are an ugly, scrawny little thing like some of the other misses I have run into in the past. On the contrary dear, you are far prettier than any I have ever laid eyes upon. It is a true gift, you know. The one gift that I will ask for in return for the mirror."
Gemma looked at the woman in shock. Sure her mother had always told her she was beautiful and her father the same, but it wasn't as if she were a raving beauty with every man waiting to become her husband. In fact, no one has asked to court her yet, well, at least of her knowledge. This woman must be crazed; for there is no way she can demand such a price. 'It is not like I can give her my face and be stuck as some repulsive looking commoner.' She thought to herself.
"Take heed my wishes. You have yet to know of the horrible years I spent suffering as a young woman such as yourself. Now it is time for you to walk in my shoes..."
Gemma simply stared. She had no clue as to what the crazy woman was talking about. The old woman slipped the mirror into Gemma's bag while she was pondering about the whole situation and then she disappeared into the crowds.
"Now where did she-"
"Ready to leave Gemma?"
It was her father. Always coming in at the oddest of moments.
"Yes I am. Lead the way."
Gemma linked her arm with her father's and the two of them walked over to where the carriage awaited them. She climbed inside, ready for the hour- long journey she was about to embark on to return to their countryside home.
Yes, I'm sure some of you are upset for me not having put any POTC characters (Jack) into the story yet, but do not worry, they (he) will come. LOL. Anyways, please review. I was, and still am, a little nervous about how this was going to turn out. I wasn't quite sure what direction I was going towards. But, here is the chapter, so tell me if you like it or not. The more reviews, the sooner I will be able to update a new chapter. Although I do not know how promising that will be since I am currently playing three sports, so bear with me. But, its midnight right now, and as much as I would love to stay and write, I would prefer to read other's stories. Also, if any of you know the name of a good story, email me or post it in the review. Adios!
~Miss Jackie Sparrow