An: This is my first attempt at a pirates of the caribbean fanfic and I, quite honestly, don't care if there are any mary sues or whatever or not. This is just a for fun type thing but please review anyway. I would like to know what people think.
disclaimer: i don't own anything except for Isabel, her mum, and Theodore. And i'm not even sure if i do own them...Oh, and even though most people probably haven't heard of Port Roatan i'm pretty sure that it was actually a real port back then...Not totally positive though...
"Isabel!" My mother's voice screeched, bringing me out of my peaceful slumber.
"Isabel! Are you decent?" I groaned in reply and pulled the blankets over my head.
Suddenly the world outside my sanctuary seemed to get a little brighter. Then my mum attempted to pull the blankets off of my head while she said, "Isabel! You need to get up darling!"
Her futile attempts didn't work.
"You're just like your father. Oh well, I suppose I'll just have to tell Theodore Frankum that you're lazy and I don't think he would want a lazy woman for a wife."
At this my head shot up from underneath my blankets.
"Did you say that Theodore Frankum wants to marry me?"
"Yes and he will be here within the hour so you must get up."
Reluctantly I left my warm sanctuary and my mother left satisfied. Two maids who had followed my mum into my room began to help me dress. My mother had chosen my favorite dress, an off-white dress with white ribbons here and there. On the bodice was a beautiful embroidered design. With the help of a corset the dress showed off a lot of my cleavage and the sleeves hung slightly off my shoulders.
As the maids began to fix my brown hair I thought. I had never met Theodore Frankum before, but I did know that his father was governor my town here in England. Through many different connections Theodore was about to become the governor of Port Roatan at the respectable age of thirty five. He is about twenty years older than me but any girl could only dream of marrying someone like him. At seventeen, nearly eighteen, years old I was the oldest unmarried girl in town and my friends would be absolutely delighted to hear that I might finally be married and to a soon-to-be governor none the less! I smiled slightly at my good fortune as the maids began to lead me out of the room.
I began my descent down the stairs just as Theodore was let in and my mother greeted him.
"'Ello Mr. Frankum," I said with a curtsy after having reached the bottom of the stairs.
"Please Isabel, call me Theodore," he replied as he lifted my hand to his lips. I had to admit that he was rather handsome, most rich men tended not to be. His brown eyes looked deep into my blue ones and he had on a white wig that most men in power tended to wear.
"Let's go into the parlor and discuss this in more detail shall we?" My mother said as she began to lead the way into the parlor.
Once we got there we all sat down, my mum in a chair next to Theodore on the couch that I also happened to be sitting on.
"I shall be sailing to Port Roatan next month and unfortunately I will be extremely busy with preparations so the wedding will have to be in Port Roatan." Theodore began and I sat quietly and listened.
"Of course, but with my health I will not be able to go sailing to the Caribbean and back. My husband will probably be able to attend and then tell me all about it of course."
"You wouldn't mind missing the wedding?"
"Of course not Theodore darling!" I knew that it wasn't my mother's health that would keep her from attending the wedding; it was her fear of sailing. Funny that her husband should sail around the world all the time but she refuses. I also knew that my father wouldn't attend, considering that he had died at sea a few years ago but my mother refuses to believe it and thinks that he will come walking in the door at any moment.
Theodore and my mum kept talking and I only said something when asked. Before I knew it, it was time for Theodore to leave. As he began to leave he remembered something and took a small box out of his pocket.
"A gift," he said as he opened the box to reveal a silver necklace with a simple diamond pendant. He put the box down and stepped behind me to put the necklace on. I moved my hair out of the way as he clasped the ends together. He brought my hand to his lips once more before leaving.
And that was the last day I saw him before we set off to sail to Port Roatan.