Captured
Chapter one: Almost Honest
Charlotte Hewitt lay in her bed on a ship and wondered why she was even on the bloody thing. She was happy in the colonies that some people were now prone to call 'Australia', so why on earth had she decided to move to England? Oh that's right; her family. All of them wanting a better life: her two sisters wanted men, her mother wanted gossip and her father wanted money. Personally, Charlotte would have been happier without the three month long ship journey and staying back home. England was cold and dull whereas Australia had been sunny and warm. But she had no choice in the matter, what her family wanted was what she should want as well. Oh how she wished something would happen to the ship so she didn't have to go to England! She knew that if she went to England then she would be pressured to marry (even though her older sisters weren't, her mother was an ambitious woman) and become a 'proper wife', Charlotte shuddered at the thought.
Charlotte wanted to be free in life and she knew that if she married then she would be locked down forever, never to see the light of day again. Well she knew that was a bit of an exaggeration but that is what it would feel like! Charlotte wished that the captain would become ill or something so they would have to head back or that they crashed on a deserted island and would live there, in the sun. That would be fun even though her family would hate it, Charlotte couldn't think of anything nicer than to be in the sun, free from society and its rules. But neither of those to things would ever occur, the odds were against her. Charlotte sighed and snuggled back under the covers (for she was still in bed even though it had gone eleven), only to have her mother call for her about two minutes later. Charlotte groaned and headed up to the deck, not caring that she was still in her night clothes.
"Charlotte, my darling, whatever are you wearing?" Charlotte's mother proclaimed,
"My dear, please to head back to your quarters and change into more suitable and appropriate clothing."
Charlotte wanted nothing more than to snap back at her mother but she knew that it would come of no good, her entire family would side with her mother, so she knew she would lose before she begun. So instead she just uttered a demure,
"Yes, mama, I apologise for even considering that my night wear would be… appropriate."
Although Charlotte looked demure as she trotted back down to her quarters, inside she was fuming. Her mother, whilst Charlotte loved her, was without a doubt the most insufferable woman alive. Charlotte wished she had been born into a different family, one that wasn't quite so held down by society and its rules. It was awful being the odd one out in the family. Her older sisters always teased her about it, just because she thought about life without a husband and money meant she was odd and unacceptable. She knew that she would like to marry at some point in her life, but never to something with a stiff upper lip that only talked of politics and thought that a kiss on the cheek was passionate!
However, she really had no choice in who she married; her mother would have that privilege, which was rather unfortunate given that they differed in their opinion of who was a good suitor.
But this was not the time to dwell on her future, it was time to get dressed like a proper lady and be exactly like her two older sisters. What a dull existence. Charlotte retrieved a beautiful gown of yellow with pale pink lace trimmings, she might not be a proper lady in spirit but her mother had made sure she looked the part. It took the help of her mother's maid, Louise, and about twenty minutes to actually get the gown on properly with the finished result meaning Charlotte couldn't breathe! It was layer upon layer of pale yellow silk with pale pink stockings underneath. Her mother wanted Charlotte to wear more demure colours but Charlotte had protested that she should have a say in the matter.
This reminded Charlotte,
"Charlotte! What in good heaven's are you doing down there? If you are sulking then let me tell you that that is no way for a lady to behave!'
Charlotte this time could not hold her tongue and so retaliated,
"Well mother dearest, I hardly see how a girl of eighteen could be classified as a woman! And also, this gown takes quite some time to actually get into, so will you just be patient?"
Charlotte stomped up the stairs and stood in front of her family. Her mother appraised the gown but then looked in horror at Charlotte's bare head.
"My child if you do not wear a bonnet you shall get awful dots all over your face! In fact I do believe I see some already! Run back downstairs and fetch a bonnet."
But instead of listening to her mother, Charlotte instead walked over to the side of the ship to look out onto the horizon. The sea truly was very beautiful, she wished she didn't have to dock in England and instead just sail forever. But then she saw something that wasn't quite as beautiful. She had wished for the captain to get sick and for the ship to crash, but she did not wish to be intercepted by a pirate ship.
"Mama! Papa! Look! It's a pirate ship; I think they're coming this way!"
Her two sisters and her mother let out little shrieks while her father strode off to tell the captain. The sailors set about getting prepared for the pirates. Well this certainly was exciting, nothing like a good fight to start the day. But then the ship got closer and the sailors grew more panicked and Charlotte grew more scared. Her father ran towards her and grabbed her by the arm and practically dragged her to their quarters. She heard snippets of what the sailors where saying, the one that stuck out the most was: 'It's Sparrow! Captain Jack Sparrow!"
A/N: Well this is my first try at writing for POTC. All my other fanfics have been on Harry Potter. So please be honest and review so I can know what you think. Tell me if you think anything should change. Thank you very much,
Lemon and Strawberries.