Title: For the Reckless and the Faint-Hearted

By: angelofire and pottersweetie

Prologue:

"You will be all right on the ship won't you?" Lord Aldaine asked his two daughters. "Sara will be with you every moment until you come home."

"We will be perfectly all right, Father, you musn't worry," Felicity, the older, more responsible, eighteen-year-old sister assured her father.

Mary, the reckless, seventeen-year-old sister with a taste for adventure rolled her eyes, "Can we go now?"

Lord Aldaine looked at her sternly, his once-golden hair was thinning and wavy and his traveling clothes pressed and perfect. He turned back to Felicity and smiled at her.

"You'll have to look out for this one," he gestured to Mary. "Make sure she gets to Port Royal alive and well," he joked.

Felicity laughed sweetly, "I will Father, don't worry."

He looked at his daughters one last time, touching Felicity's cheek, "You look so like your Mother."

She smiled at him sadly, her light, chestnut hair pulled into an intricate bun at the crown of her head, with soft ringlets falling against her neck and shoulders, pristine in shape. Her dress was a deep green, like the color of a pine in the middle of December, and it shimmered slightly in the afternoon sun.

"Sir, we ought to be boarding now," Sara, the girls' governess, interjected.

Lord Aldaine nodded his head, he knew his days would be filled with endless worry until he knew his daughters were safe in Port Royal with his brother-in-law.

Mary was growing restless, she hurried up to her father, gave him a quick kiss on the cheek and with a quick glance behind her shoulder, toward the boat, said, "Goodbye Father, we'll write," and she hurried to the gangplank.

Felicity sighed, "Goodbye Father, don't worry, we'll be fine," she kissed him on the cheek, giving him a quick hug and then rushing to keep up with her younger sister.

Once on board the ship the girls found a spot from which they could wave goodbye to their father as the ship left the port, while Sara found their rooms.

"Why do you wear your hair like that Mary? It's not very becoming," Felicity informed her sister.

Mary looked at her sister, who was referring to her blonde hair that was half pulled up and half down. It was extremely wavy and slightly knotted, running all the way to her waist. Their pastel, blue eyes locked and she smiled bitterly.

"Why do you act like such a twit? It's not very becoming."

Felicity rolled her eyes, "I don't believe you be finding a husband anytime soon with a tongue like that," she quipped.

"It's not like I want to find a husband anytime soon," Mary muttered under her breath.

And the girls waved goodbye to their father in silence, smiling to him, even though they didn't get along with each other.