A/N: Welcome to my very first fan fic! It will probably be lame, and it's
only the first chapter right now, so bear with me! I think this story is
kind of different compared to the very few W/OFC stories out there, because
Will and my OFC have not been life long friends since the age of 16, there
was no love at first sight, and she has no crush on him at the beginning!
But it will get interesting, I promise!! I hope it's not a Mary-sue,
because I realize people don't like em, but spare me! I don't even know
what a Mary-sue is!
Disclaimer: I own not really anything! Only my characters **insert over used disclaimer including "I wish I owned will, but I don't." blah blah blah"
To recondition the heart
~*~
A warm south gale swept up from the beach and up the dusty road and seduced the loyal candle flames in the rather tall building. The Fifth residence in the last two years, Celeste thought to her self, as she stitched a small delicate pattern into the waistband of a dress. She did not sew for pleasure of a new garment, but because it was her job. Her Father had started a Tailor and dress making shop, creating a fast growing 'enterprise' on the small island of Jamaica. Letters were sent from all over and surrounding the island, piling up the sewing and stitching. It had started in south tip of Jamaica, and with all the demand, her father, Richard, had started a chain of his now famous boutique all over the Tropical Island. Now two years later, she was sitting in the fifth shop, in Crown Port, keeping up with orders until her father could find more willing employees.
Celeste continued stitching until her sore fingers were painfully throbbing. She heard the front door open and close, and rushed into the front room to attend the waiting customer. When she entered the room, she recognized her father's joyful looking face as he hung up his hat and the unneeded cloak, for it was more then 30 C.
"Hullo! To where did you go today?" Celeste asked, but did not care to what the answer was.
"I have been to governor' Middleton's house, for tea"
"That sounds like it must have been lovely" Celeste voiced, trying to hide her boredom so early into the conversation.
"More so then you think, child!"
Celeste tried to think of what news that would have excited her dad, what has he heard? The last time he was this excited was when, oh no. Not again.
"We are going to set up a new boutique!"
Celeste, liking her already new surroundings was unsure of her feelings, another new town?
"Where father? At another port?"
"In the market of Port Royale." Richard spoke with a gleam in his eyes.
Celeste had heard of Port Royale before for it was the place her Father and Mother had first set foot on Jamaica. Port Royale was a thriving port, full of action and was the biggest in Jamaica, and also the home to the Jamaica's ambassador to Britain, Governor Something, she thought. A new home for at least the next two months.
"I will go tell your Mother of our exciting news! We shall leave in two days."
Leave Crown Port, in two days?, Celeste worried. So little time she had spent here, and everywhere else her father sent up shop. It will be the same in Port Royale, set up a store, hire employees, and then be off to a different port. Celeste's Family left not two, but Five days later, for her father forgot to send many things like cloth out before hand. Traveling by carriage, for it was faster then boat, they arrived in Port Royale just in time to see the sun set behind the constant rolling waves of the ocean.
Disclaimer: I own not really anything! Only my characters **insert over used disclaimer including "I wish I owned will, but I don't." blah blah blah"
To recondition the heart
~*~
A warm south gale swept up from the beach and up the dusty road and seduced the loyal candle flames in the rather tall building. The Fifth residence in the last two years, Celeste thought to her self, as she stitched a small delicate pattern into the waistband of a dress. She did not sew for pleasure of a new garment, but because it was her job. Her Father had started a Tailor and dress making shop, creating a fast growing 'enterprise' on the small island of Jamaica. Letters were sent from all over and surrounding the island, piling up the sewing and stitching. It had started in south tip of Jamaica, and with all the demand, her father, Richard, had started a chain of his now famous boutique all over the Tropical Island. Now two years later, she was sitting in the fifth shop, in Crown Port, keeping up with orders until her father could find more willing employees.
Celeste continued stitching until her sore fingers were painfully throbbing. She heard the front door open and close, and rushed into the front room to attend the waiting customer. When she entered the room, she recognized her father's joyful looking face as he hung up his hat and the unneeded cloak, for it was more then 30 C.
"Hullo! To where did you go today?" Celeste asked, but did not care to what the answer was.
"I have been to governor' Middleton's house, for tea"
"That sounds like it must have been lovely" Celeste voiced, trying to hide her boredom so early into the conversation.
"More so then you think, child!"
Celeste tried to think of what news that would have excited her dad, what has he heard? The last time he was this excited was when, oh no. Not again.
"We are going to set up a new boutique!"
Celeste, liking her already new surroundings was unsure of her feelings, another new town?
"Where father? At another port?"
"In the market of Port Royale." Richard spoke with a gleam in his eyes.
Celeste had heard of Port Royale before for it was the place her Father and Mother had first set foot on Jamaica. Port Royale was a thriving port, full of action and was the biggest in Jamaica, and also the home to the Jamaica's ambassador to Britain, Governor Something, she thought. A new home for at least the next two months.
"I will go tell your Mother of our exciting news! We shall leave in two days."
Leave Crown Port, in two days?, Celeste worried. So little time she had spent here, and everywhere else her father sent up shop. It will be the same in Port Royale, set up a store, hire employees, and then be off to a different port. Celeste's Family left not two, but Five days later, for her father forgot to send many things like cloth out before hand. Traveling by carriage, for it was faster then boat, they arrived in Port Royale just in time to see the sun set behind the constant rolling waves of the ocean.