DISCLAIMER: PIRATES OF THE CARIBBEAN IS NOT MINE. I DO NOT CLAIM RIGHTS.
Just in case you're wondering, the names are pronounced:
Marguerite Delacy (Mar-ger-eet Deh-lace-ee) Nickname: Maggie
and
Charlotte Clare (Shar-lot Kl-air) Nickname: Lottie
Also, ch.1 and the beginning of ch.2 are a bit boring, I know. But I'm setting the stage so that you get to know the characters. Jack will come into play by the end of ch.2, I SWEAR!
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CHARLOTTE'S P.O.V.
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"Charlotte! Charlotte!" Marguerite's voice rang out across the grounds. I looked up and saw her running towards me, skirts flying wildly. She was receiving many incredulous stares from the court ladies, but, as usual, she paid them no heed.
"What is it, Marguerite?" I questioned, laying down my stitching.
"Mr. McCain is going on a trip!" She squealed, landing in front of me with a bounce.
Had I been a dog, I suppose that my ears would have pricked forward with interest. "Truly? What are you on about?" I pressed. She grinned broadly and sat down on the bench beside me.
"I'm talking about adventure!" She chattered excitedly. "You, me, the high seas-the world!" She exclaimed at the top of her lungs. More people stared, and I gave them a nervous smile.
"Keep your voice down, Marguerite!" I hissed.
"Nonsense." She brushed me off. "I've already arranged the whole deal with Mr. McCain-you know what a nice man he is." She continued, her hands flying about wildly in the air. She had a tendency to talk with them when she was very pleased. All of the court ladies thought it was a disgrace. But then, they didn't much care for Marguerite in the first place, so I suppose it didn't matter.
"He said that he only had room on his boat for one of us," She babbled on.
"One? Oh, you go Marguerite. You're so much more adventurous than I and..."
"Be quiet!" She interrupted me. "You're not letting me finish!" She laughed. "Anyway, I told Mr. McCain that you could have the last cabin, and that I would sleep below deck."
"Marguerite! You are a noble lady! You do not sleep below deck!" I blurted out.
"Will you just let me finish!?" She bellowed exasperatedly. I sighed and waved my hand for her to continue.
"Well," She cleared her throat. "Mr. McCain said that very same thing, but I came up with a solution for that problem too!" She smiled. "I told him that his crew probably wasn't going to be partial to two women aboard, as they have this silly notion that it brings bad luck. So you could pose as Mr. McCain's niece, and they'd have to accept you. And =I= could be your servant who accompanies you on the trip!" She finished.
My mind was racing. So much was wrong with this plan. Sure, the part about myself acting as Mr. McCain's niece was genius, but Marguerite-dressed as a boy and playing the part of my servant? No. That was too risky-too hard! If she slipped up even slightly, it could mean a mutiny for generous Mr. McCain.
"Marguerite...I'm not sure. I think that this is just another one of your silly schemes." I admitted.
She set her think, pink lips in a pout. "Charlotttttttte!" She whined. "Everything's already been arranged! Mr. McCain has a crew assembled, a boat ready, your cabin is prepared, our luggages are packed..."
"Our trunks are already set!?" I gaped. She nodded, an ever-growing smile plastered on her face, her china blue eyes dancing. I sighed. She was hard to resist. And if the baggage was all set to go...
"All right." I gave in.
"Yes!" She cheered, thrusting a triumphant fist into the air. I quickly grabbed her wrist, and pulled her arm back down, glancing around to make sure that no one had seen her unladylike behavior.
"Wait a moment," A thought struck me.
"What?"
"What are our parents going to say? My mother and father aren't going to be partial to the idea of me sailing on..."
"Oh Charlotte, for goodness sake!" She hollered. "Didn't I tell you that everything was already worked out? Mr. McCain is a highly respected figure of society, and he's already had a talk with our parents. He told them that he was going on an educational expedition and he would be thoroughly pleased if you and I would join him. Our parents readily agreed, of course, because they thought it an honor for such a high class man to invite us along." She informed me.
"Obviously they don't know that you're going to be traveling as a boy then." I sighed.
"Of course they don't!" She agreed. "They think that this is just going to be a little trip for us."
"And it's not?" I asked.
"No!" She shrieked. "It's an adventure! Do you even know where we're =going=!?"
"Of course I don't. You haven't told me."
"We'll be traveling in the Caribbean!" She announced.
My jaw went slack. Several colonies of England had been thriving in the Caribbean for the last few years. All of the reports said that it was the most beautiful place-sun, clear blue waters, and a fair climate. The Caribbean was a place you could only dream about...
"What sort of business does Mr. McCain have down in the Caribbean?" I asked.
"Just that-- business," She shrugged. "I think it has something to do with all the exports he's been sending lately. I'm pretty sure he told me that he travels down there every few years to see for himself that everything is in tip-top shape!" She smiled.
"Well then," I picked up my stitching and stood. "When do we leave?"
"Tomorrow morning," She grinned. "I'll meet you down at the docks by Mr. McCain's boat." She stated.
"Which boat is his?" I questioned.
"Actually, it's a rather appropriate name," She chuckled. "The Adventurer."
I smiled widely too. "I'll see you bright and early then! Good day!"
"Goodbye!"
I turned and began walking in the other direction, holding up my skirts and stitching with one hand, and my parasol with the other.
Marguerite, however, strolled through the streets without a shade. It was sort of miraculous, really, that she could go without a cover, and still remain fashionably pale. Not surprisingly, she also allowed her blue dress drag behind her. Her golden hair, as always, was unbound and flowing freely about her shoulders. The fact that she didn't allow it to grow to her thin waist, and then pin it upon her head earned her many scornful remarks. She was a free spirit-- and that was putting it politely.
The court and officials thought she was a humility and embarrassment to all of England. Women simply weren't so outspoken. I shook my head. Marguerite couldn't care less what anyone thought of her, and she'd told them so herself on several occasions.
A handful of times, the noble ladies had come up to me and told me that they pitied me. They said that it was a shame that her parents and mine were such good friends-it made my family look bad to be associating with them.
Marguerite's parents were upper class, but most people frowned on them because they let their daughter act the way she did. In truth, I doubt they even very much realized that they had a daughter. They let her stroll wherever she wished, and the only restriction that they put on her was to wear a dress. Otherwise, they basically ignored her.
My family, on the other hand, was highly respected. My father had grown very wealthy in the fishing industry, and married my mother, who came from good breeding. When I was born, they drilled ever last manner and courtesy into my head, and I was severely punished if I ever forgot them.
I knew Marguerite because her father worked with mine. They had practically grown up together, and had thusly started the industry as partners.
But as I mentioned, her father was so much more lax than mine.
It didn't surprise me, either, that Mr. McCain had agreed for Marguerite and I to accompany him on his boat. He was more of a father to Marguerite than her own dad was. She was down at his home or by the docks with him nearly everyday. He taught her all sorts of things, and she relished in the knowledge that no normal girl received.
Next thing I knew, though, I was home. I had just placed my hand on the doorknob, when the door was flung open. "Oh, Charlotte! There you are! We have the best news for you!" My mother cried.
I closed my parasol and entered the house, shutting the door behind me. My father stood at the bottom of the stairs, trying to look indifferent. But I could see his amusement because the corners of his mouth were raised ever so slightly...
"Mr. McCain, you know, the wealthy gentleman down by the pier? Well he came by earlier and he =insisted= that you accompany him on his trip to Port Royal in the Caribbean!" My mother gushed.
"Oh! Lovely!" I put on my best look of surprise.
"Your bags are all ready to go, my dear. All that you must do is eat dinner and get a good night's sleep for tomorrow morning." My father announced.
I bit my bottom lip in happiness. "Thank you father, mother!" I threw my arms around my mother, and hugged her. Then I turned to my father, who was smiling and already had his arms open and waiting for me. I eagerly hugged him as well.
I couldn't wait until tomorrow morning.
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Ok, as I mentioned earlier, you can expect the dashing Captain Jack Sparrow in ch.2. I merely had to lay down the lines here in ch.1
Ch.2 is all typed and ready to go, so leave lotsa lovely reviews and I shall post it!
REVIEW!!!
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Just in case you're wondering, the names are pronounced:
Marguerite Delacy (Mar-ger-eet Deh-lace-ee) Nickname: Maggie
and
Charlotte Clare (Shar-lot Kl-air) Nickname: Lottie
Also, ch.1 and the beginning of ch.2 are a bit boring, I know. But I'm setting the stage so that you get to know the characters. Jack will come into play by the end of ch.2, I SWEAR!
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CHARLOTTE'S P.O.V.
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"Charlotte! Charlotte!" Marguerite's voice rang out across the grounds. I looked up and saw her running towards me, skirts flying wildly. She was receiving many incredulous stares from the court ladies, but, as usual, she paid them no heed.
"What is it, Marguerite?" I questioned, laying down my stitching.
"Mr. McCain is going on a trip!" She squealed, landing in front of me with a bounce.
Had I been a dog, I suppose that my ears would have pricked forward with interest. "Truly? What are you on about?" I pressed. She grinned broadly and sat down on the bench beside me.
"I'm talking about adventure!" She chattered excitedly. "You, me, the high seas-the world!" She exclaimed at the top of her lungs. More people stared, and I gave them a nervous smile.
"Keep your voice down, Marguerite!" I hissed.
"Nonsense." She brushed me off. "I've already arranged the whole deal with Mr. McCain-you know what a nice man he is." She continued, her hands flying about wildly in the air. She had a tendency to talk with them when she was very pleased. All of the court ladies thought it was a disgrace. But then, they didn't much care for Marguerite in the first place, so I suppose it didn't matter.
"He said that he only had room on his boat for one of us," She babbled on.
"One? Oh, you go Marguerite. You're so much more adventurous than I and..."
"Be quiet!" She interrupted me. "You're not letting me finish!" She laughed. "Anyway, I told Mr. McCain that you could have the last cabin, and that I would sleep below deck."
"Marguerite! You are a noble lady! You do not sleep below deck!" I blurted out.
"Will you just let me finish!?" She bellowed exasperatedly. I sighed and waved my hand for her to continue.
"Well," She cleared her throat. "Mr. McCain said that very same thing, but I came up with a solution for that problem too!" She smiled. "I told him that his crew probably wasn't going to be partial to two women aboard, as they have this silly notion that it brings bad luck. So you could pose as Mr. McCain's niece, and they'd have to accept you. And =I= could be your servant who accompanies you on the trip!" She finished.
My mind was racing. So much was wrong with this plan. Sure, the part about myself acting as Mr. McCain's niece was genius, but Marguerite-dressed as a boy and playing the part of my servant? No. That was too risky-too hard! If she slipped up even slightly, it could mean a mutiny for generous Mr. McCain.
"Marguerite...I'm not sure. I think that this is just another one of your silly schemes." I admitted.
She set her think, pink lips in a pout. "Charlotttttttte!" She whined. "Everything's already been arranged! Mr. McCain has a crew assembled, a boat ready, your cabin is prepared, our luggages are packed..."
"Our trunks are already set!?" I gaped. She nodded, an ever-growing smile plastered on her face, her china blue eyes dancing. I sighed. She was hard to resist. And if the baggage was all set to go...
"All right." I gave in.
"Yes!" She cheered, thrusting a triumphant fist into the air. I quickly grabbed her wrist, and pulled her arm back down, glancing around to make sure that no one had seen her unladylike behavior.
"Wait a moment," A thought struck me.
"What?"
"What are our parents going to say? My mother and father aren't going to be partial to the idea of me sailing on..."
"Oh Charlotte, for goodness sake!" She hollered. "Didn't I tell you that everything was already worked out? Mr. McCain is a highly respected figure of society, and he's already had a talk with our parents. He told them that he was going on an educational expedition and he would be thoroughly pleased if you and I would join him. Our parents readily agreed, of course, because they thought it an honor for such a high class man to invite us along." She informed me.
"Obviously they don't know that you're going to be traveling as a boy then." I sighed.
"Of course they don't!" She agreed. "They think that this is just going to be a little trip for us."
"And it's not?" I asked.
"No!" She shrieked. "It's an adventure! Do you even know where we're =going=!?"
"Of course I don't. You haven't told me."
"We'll be traveling in the Caribbean!" She announced.
My jaw went slack. Several colonies of England had been thriving in the Caribbean for the last few years. All of the reports said that it was the most beautiful place-sun, clear blue waters, and a fair climate. The Caribbean was a place you could only dream about...
"What sort of business does Mr. McCain have down in the Caribbean?" I asked.
"Just that-- business," She shrugged. "I think it has something to do with all the exports he's been sending lately. I'm pretty sure he told me that he travels down there every few years to see for himself that everything is in tip-top shape!" She smiled.
"Well then," I picked up my stitching and stood. "When do we leave?"
"Tomorrow morning," She grinned. "I'll meet you down at the docks by Mr. McCain's boat." She stated.
"Which boat is his?" I questioned.
"Actually, it's a rather appropriate name," She chuckled. "The Adventurer."
I smiled widely too. "I'll see you bright and early then! Good day!"
"Goodbye!"
I turned and began walking in the other direction, holding up my skirts and stitching with one hand, and my parasol with the other.
Marguerite, however, strolled through the streets without a shade. It was sort of miraculous, really, that she could go without a cover, and still remain fashionably pale. Not surprisingly, she also allowed her blue dress drag behind her. Her golden hair, as always, was unbound and flowing freely about her shoulders. The fact that she didn't allow it to grow to her thin waist, and then pin it upon her head earned her many scornful remarks. She was a free spirit-- and that was putting it politely.
The court and officials thought she was a humility and embarrassment to all of England. Women simply weren't so outspoken. I shook my head. Marguerite couldn't care less what anyone thought of her, and she'd told them so herself on several occasions.
A handful of times, the noble ladies had come up to me and told me that they pitied me. They said that it was a shame that her parents and mine were such good friends-it made my family look bad to be associating with them.
Marguerite's parents were upper class, but most people frowned on them because they let their daughter act the way she did. In truth, I doubt they even very much realized that they had a daughter. They let her stroll wherever she wished, and the only restriction that they put on her was to wear a dress. Otherwise, they basically ignored her.
My family, on the other hand, was highly respected. My father had grown very wealthy in the fishing industry, and married my mother, who came from good breeding. When I was born, they drilled ever last manner and courtesy into my head, and I was severely punished if I ever forgot them.
I knew Marguerite because her father worked with mine. They had practically grown up together, and had thusly started the industry as partners.
But as I mentioned, her father was so much more lax than mine.
It didn't surprise me, either, that Mr. McCain had agreed for Marguerite and I to accompany him on his boat. He was more of a father to Marguerite than her own dad was. She was down at his home or by the docks with him nearly everyday. He taught her all sorts of things, and she relished in the knowledge that no normal girl received.
Next thing I knew, though, I was home. I had just placed my hand on the doorknob, when the door was flung open. "Oh, Charlotte! There you are! We have the best news for you!" My mother cried.
I closed my parasol and entered the house, shutting the door behind me. My father stood at the bottom of the stairs, trying to look indifferent. But I could see his amusement because the corners of his mouth were raised ever so slightly...
"Mr. McCain, you know, the wealthy gentleman down by the pier? Well he came by earlier and he =insisted= that you accompany him on his trip to Port Royal in the Caribbean!" My mother gushed.
"Oh! Lovely!" I put on my best look of surprise.
"Your bags are all ready to go, my dear. All that you must do is eat dinner and get a good night's sleep for tomorrow morning." My father announced.
I bit my bottom lip in happiness. "Thank you father, mother!" I threw my arms around my mother, and hugged her. Then I turned to my father, who was smiling and already had his arms open and waiting for me. I eagerly hugged him as well.
I couldn't wait until tomorrow morning.
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Ok, as I mentioned earlier, you can expect the dashing Captain Jack Sparrow in ch.2. I merely had to lay down the lines here in ch.1
Ch.2 is all typed and ready to go, so leave lotsa lovely reviews and I shall post it!
REVIEW!!!
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