Author's Note: Okay so this is my first try at writing a POTC FanFic so I do Hope you enjoy it. let me just say that this chapter is for understanding how the story goes on from here on out...teehee..Pineapples :3
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"Listen sweet darlin'
Listen to the skies.
Bleed the harsh troubles,
with tears from your eyes.
let it play softly,
Let it play Low.
Beyond the seas of Pirates,
There lies Gold, Sweet Gold."
That poem rang so many times in my ears when I couldn't fall asleep.
A low hum I would sing it, a sweet, low hum.
"...Way upon the mountains,
and way over the land.
Gold to fill you two ships,
Gold to fill a crew of 40 hands.
Beware the sounds of sad weeping,
Beware the sounds of fearful cries,
And then my sweet darlin'
These tears will dry from your eyes.."
"You're doing it again..." I would soon hear my exasperated sister call from the opposite side of the large bedroom, tossing and turning, trying to get me to shut up.
"Apologies." I would say and fall asleep as if angels would sing over again.
That early Wednesday morning was filled with patrolling soldiers and the sounds of trumpets blasting. It was not a way to start the day, at least not for me. My family sat upon the golden chairs set in the center of the Palace garden in which all the sounds played triumphantly. I tossed in my seat uncomfortably, the corset was fitted too tightly around my body, and the skirts were giving me hell to control. Not to mention the place was too bloody damn hot that morning. My Sister, sitting on the far left to the center throne that was my father's, watched me with a scowl on her face as if trying to come to the conclusion that I WAS indeed her sister. My mother as well, who sat to the left of me would clear her throat in an attempt to somehow get me to stop looking "Unladylike" and of course she had the most reason to do so. Born with more than a gold spoon in he mouth, my mother was the very soul of what a Lady should be. She had to be; she was Queen. My Father however, as noble and honorable as he was, payed no mind to my childish discomfort, but instead awaited patiently, as we all should have been, for the arrival of the reason behind all of this fancy swine fest. Finally getting into a comfortable position, I sank into my chair as the trumpets beside me started their songs once more.
"I wish they would just shut the hell up!" I mumbled under my breath.
"Clarice!...Where are your manners child?" my mother whispered to me.
"In my Bed..where I left them." I replied rudely.
I didn't fancy all of this. Much less the reason behind it all. Sooner or later, we would be introduced to some half-witted country lovers in hang-me down French wears and severe over bites, all toppled with a greasy facial exterior to dine and court with. No! I didn't fancy this at all. My sister on the other hand, would fancy it all too well. oh how marvelous it would be for her to bathe in the admiration and compliments of a Frenchman. "oh Mary-Anne you are so lovely!", "oh Mary-Anne you are so virtuous!" I thought to myself. And I owed it to myself to make sure I was not what my sister was for I knew in my gut, that all the while she would grin those pearly whites and wave her fan close to her face like a god-forsaken concubine. The trials and tribulations I would have to deal with on this day would prove to be most severe. But as all princesses do, I'll just have to grin and bare it.
"presenting their Eminences, Lord Francis and the Duke of Port Havre; Monsieur Crowley." The announcer proclaimed. At that moment, banner men, attendants and squires approached me and my family. Leading them, were the two lords. Hmmph. Turns out I was wrong, they didn't wear hang-me downs. The bowed before my Father the King.
"My Lords!" Father said in his most manly voice ever. "I welcome you to Port Royal. Please allow me to introduce my wife; Queen Elinor"
Mother reached out her hand for them to Kiss. One after the other, they planted one on her gloved knuckles, which I found highly disgusting. I pray Father didn't expect-
"And my daughters: My Eldest, Princess Clarice..."
"Madam..." the Duke said and reached out for my hand. Shit. I had no choice at this point. I turned to see my mother give me a slight glare. She knew I didn't want to, but I had no choice. I reluctantly reached out my hand and endured as the Duke took it gently and kissed it passionately. He then looked up to me as if performing a romantic favor which was clearly not working, but he thought it was.
"Uhhhh..." I muttered and scorned.
"...And my youngest daughter, Princess Mary-Anne." Father finished.
"Monsieur." She said seductively and placed out her hand for them to kiss.
"Madam..." The Duke replied and kissed it. the lord soon afterwards. I rolled my eyes. Such a fake little thing.
"Well Gentlemen...shall I ask what brings you here on such a fine occasion?" Mother spoke up.
"Your Majesty, we are here on formal business inquiries, at his Majesty's pleasure. we have heard of all the troubles that have occurred only a year ago in this beautiful place." The Duke replied. His deep french accent gave his words a flamboyant texture that made you want to pay attention.
Indeed. Everyone knew of the trouble that went on here. Everyone knew of Will Turner and the lady Elizabeth Swann's encounter with the elusive Captain Jack Sparrow. everyone had heard of the adventure's they had taken, the rules they had broken and the pirates they had let escape. It was for that reason, the royal family moved to Port Royal. In my Father's eyes, a CHANGE needed to be done to the way things were being handled. The birth of an illegitimate son, the return of a traitor blacksmith and the mystery behind the vanishing of the most wanted Pirate in all the Caribbean had caused an incurable boiling to my Father's blood. Not to mention the death of his Beloved Governor.
However, the problem I saw with it all was that maybe all of these 'events' were FOR the better good. Port Royal had not seen a pirate attack since two years ago. But then again, this entire point of view could've been fueled by the hidden fact that I ADORED the Pirate's life and if I could choose, I would sail away on adventure. Just. like. Them.
Soooo I hoped you liked it!
for a better idea of how I wanted Clarice and Mary-Anne to look, as well as the King and Queen, I have pictures on my Deviant art account!
Just go to "Desertsnake15" and they're all there! :)