Author's Note: Hello everyone!
This is my second PotC fanfic so far, and I hope you all enjoy it. Remember to R&R, I love feedback. Sorry that this chapter is so short, but I hope you all enjoy it all the same! And on with the story!
Macyn Blue
Disclaimer: I OWN ABSOLUTELY NOTHING! Though, I do wish that I owned Jack Sparrow...
"Something Old"
A sigh came from her throat. Lips turned down in disgruntled manor and a frown marring alluring and pulchritudinous features.
A girl of perhaps no more then 15 sat in the back seat of the rental vehicle and watched as the ocean drifted past her window at a speed of which, she was sure, she could match in a jog.
The window of the car was rolled down, emitting air that smelt of the sea.
A gentle wind blew her blonde-red curls listlessly against her smooth porcelain skin; honey brown eyes gazed out the window, a hardened look set in their depths.
'I don't want to be here.' She thought in defiance as her gaze flashed to the two people occupying the front seats.
Her mother, Julia, was bent over a map, giving directions to her husband every once in awhile as he navigated the winding roads. Julia glanced up from the map and glanced into the rearview mirror, her clear blue eyes warm and trying to convey comfort in their depths.
Julia knew her daughter didn't want to be here, but the family didn't have much of a choice in the matter… At least that was what she told herself as she swept a piece of blonde hair behind her ear as she bent over the map once more.
James glanced at his wife, as she told him to turn left on the street ahead.
The drive had been a very boring one to the teenage girl in the backseat. Especially since her MP3 had died 15 minutes ago.
"Elizabeth, we're here!" Her mother announced as the car came upon a tall manor, which looked like it hadn't been inhabited by anything living in quite some time.
"This is the old governor's mansion… Isn't it beautiful?" James said to his family.
"Yeah Dad," Elizabeth said, her voice void of emotion. "It really is."
"Why are we here, exactly?" She asked, eyes inquisitive. "I don't suppose that we are related to anyone who could have lived here."
"Actually your ancestor was the governor's daughter…"