Hello Everyone!
I am so sorry for the huge delay. I've moved, started a new job, and my old computer crashed taking all of my work with it. So, I've had to rewrite everything. But! I'm back and I won't go MIA again…I hope. *knocks on wood*
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...The Black Pearl, 9:30 in the morning…
Holly's POV
I've been sitting here for at least twenty minutes, watching Barbossa pace back and forth. Hector hasn't spoken a word since I finished telling my story. I tried to be as detailed as I could without completely freaking him out.
"Look, I know it's a lot to take in and I know it sounds ridiculous." I looked down at the table and fiddled with one of the tassels. "I'm not crazy, if-"
"We need to keep ye safe." I looked up at him.
"What?"
"If what ye be telling is true and ye've been brought here, we need to keep ye safe."
"You believe me?" Barbossa turned to me and gave me a knowing look.
"Stranger occurrences have 'appened."
"Well, what about the crew?"
"The crew will believe what I tell them to believe." I nodded.
"So…what happens now?"
"Now, lass, we get ye some proper clothing." He held his hand out to me, I took it, and he assisted me up. "I think ye'll find all that ye'll need in these trunks."
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…Port Royal, Jamaica, 10:00 in the morning…
Amy's POV
I strolled along the beach with my arm looped around Phil's. The long cream dress he had given me was bunched up in a knot at my kneecaps. I had tied it up so I could go into the ocean a bit. Phil had to divert his eyes because he was so traumatized by my paleness…or he mentioned something about it being 'indecent' or whatever.
"Another grape?" He held up his hand and offered me one.
"Thank you." I took it and plopped it in my mouth.
"So, you really can't remember a thing?"
"Nope."
"Just that you were with your friend, Holly?"
"Yep."
Phil and I had been going at this for a while now, he was trying to ask questions he believed would 'jog my memory' of the incident. But, of course, it was all coming up blank. I really don't like lying to him or Norry, but I can't risk them thinking I'm mentally insane and throwing me into some kind of institution. So instead, I started giving small random facts about myself that I could 'remember'.
"I'm sorry; this all must be rather terrifying for you."
"The only thing that terrifies me is the thought of Holly being somewhere alone and confused." I frowned. "I don't know if she's ok or in danger or stranded somewhere." I growled in frustration, kicking at the sand as we walked by. "I really shouldn't be, though." I looked up at him. "If anyone can get through anything with a calm, cool, and collected head, it's Holly." Phil patted my hand and gave me a small smile. I reached over and took another grape from the bag. "Is Norry going to be angry that you took me out of the hospital?"
"Norry?"
"Norrington." I saw a small smirk appear on his face.
"You best not let him hear you calling him that."
"You didn't answer my question."
"I asked for his permission before taking you on this little excursion."
"Ok good, I don't want you getting in trouble because of me." I felt a bit relieved. "I like you Phil; I think we'll be good friends." He blinked and shook his head at me.
"You're a very bold woman, Miss. Amelia."
"You say that like it's a bad thing." I flashed him a smile and he chuckled. "And for the last time, call me Amy."
"Very bold, indeed." I nudged him and rolled my eyes. I really did like Phil, when he wasn't around Norry he was a bit more relaxed and had a better sense of humor.
"Where are you from?"
"Pardon?" my question must have caught him off guard.
"You've been asking me all these questions about myself; I'd like to know a little about you as well." I shrugged. "Is that alright?" He paused before answering my question.
"I was born in Bristol, lived there for the majority of my youth before my father moved us to London."
"Which did you like better?"
"I don't really prefer one over the other, all of England is beautiful."
"Do you miss it?" he nodded a bit.
"I miss the weather; there are days when all I would like is a bit of cold and some rain."
"Yeah, it gets really hot here, but you've got the ocean." I gestured to the massive amount of water in front of us.
"True, but as a man of the sea I do see it quite often." I nodded. "I would love to see the gardens again."
"Gardens?"
"England has some of the most enchanting gardens I've ever seen, all the colors, especially in spring." I smiled as I watched him drift off into a memory.
"I've never been to London." He glanced over at me and gave me a questioning look. I quickly realized what I'd said and recovered. "At least, not that I remember." I took another grape. "I could live there for all I know."
"I'll take you there someday." I looked up at him, shocked.
"I don't think Norry will let you." I gave a small laugh.
"There is a strong chance you could be from London," Trust me, Phil, there isn't. "If you don't regain your memories in some amount of time I'm sure a trip there could help." He is such a genuine man; he really is trying to help me. I could feel all the guilt of lying to him form a huge lump in my stomach. Well…who am I to turn down a free trip to London?
"Promise you'll take me?" I looked over at him.
"I promise." He gave me a small smile before taking a look at our surroundings. "We should be heading back; we don't want to be late for your lunch with the governor." He started to lead me away from the shore and back to town.
"I guess," I paused and took a look out onto the ocean. Phil noticed my stopping and came to stand next to me. "Do you think she's out there, do you think she's alive?" I felt his hand squeeze mine.
"We can only hope, Miss."
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…The Black Pearl, Noon…
Holly's POV
Barbossa left me in his study with a few trunks of clothes to sort through and a pathetic excuse of a sewing kit. I dug in and was able to find a dark blue dress. I figured if I couldn't find a pair of pants that worked I could separate the skirt from the top and make a pair of pants. I laid the dress out on the table and went back to try and find a shirt and pants.
After unsuccessfully locating anything that would fit as a shirt for me I decided to detach the top half of the dress, cut the sleeves off, and turn it into a crop top.
Diving into the second trunk I managed to find a pair of black pants. They actually fit me quite well, but the waist was really loose.
I made a mental note to find a belt.
While digging through the third trunk I found a deep brown jacket that wasn't made of too heavy material. It came to about mid-thigh when I wore it. So, I cut the sleeves on that to just a little under three quarters. I tried to trim the bottom as much as I could, but I didn't want to lose the pockets.
About two and a half hours later I had a full outfit. I put on the navy crop top, which showed just a little sliver of my stomach, and put the jacket on over it. I was able to tailor the pants a bit to my form so they weren't too loose; I took a small black belt, with what looked like gold embellished on it, to help hold them up. I found a pair of black boots that fit me well enough and laced up the front. To top it all off I found a deep purple scarf and wrapped it around my head to hold my hair up.
I walked across the cabin and looked in the mirror.
"Well, this is as good as it's gonna get for now." I turned every which way in the mirror to try and see every angle.
Satisfied with what I had on I left the cabin and made my way to the deck. As I reached the top of the stairs I paused to take in the sunlight and the salt air.
"Mmm." I hummed, a small smile forming on my lips. I really do love the ocean.
"Pardon me, miss?" I turned to see a lanky man with an eye patch step towards me.
"Yes?"
"'ow are ye feeling, are ye good?" he asked, apprehensively. I gave a small smile and nodded. "I pulled ye out of the water."
"Oh!" My eye widened. "Thank you for saving me." He looked down and fiddled with his hands. "I know you didn't have to do that, you all could have left me out there, thank you." He shook his head.
"Well, Captains orders." I nodded, understanding.
"I'm Holly." I stuck out my hand. He hesitantly reached out and grabbed it. I latched onto his hand and gave it a firm shake. He smiled and shook back.
"Pleasure, little miss, call me Ragetti."
"Pleasures all mine, can you take me up to the Captain?"
"Aye, little miss." He nodded his head and held out his arm. I looped mine through his and he walked me up.
"Uh, Ragetti, can I ask you something?" He nodded his head again. "Well, how do I look?" Ragetti looked surprised at the question. He gave me a quick glance over before nodding in approval.
"Like a proper pirate, little miss." I gave a small laugh.
"Thanks."
"Miss. Holly, welcome back on deck." I nodded to Barbossa and Bo'Sun who stood by his side.
Ragetti scurried back to the lower deck leaving me with the two. I walked up and stood on the other side of Barbossa.
I stood there for a while, watching him steer the ship and call out orders every now and then. It was all so intricate and mesmerizing, just watching how everything flowed together. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Bo' Sun walk over to one side of the ship to speak to some of the crew.
I stepped closer to Barbossa.
"I've never been on a ship before." He hummed. "Can you teach me?" his head made a sharp turn in my direction.
"Speak again, lass?"
"I want you to teach me," I looked up at him. "Everything you know, if you can." I paused to take in all the accessories he had on his person, his guns, his sword… "I could be here forever; I need to learn how to run a ship and how to defend myself…will you help me?"
Barbossa had a concentrated look on his face, he looked me over before calling out to Bo'Sun. The giant man came over to stand by his side once again.
"I believe what ye spoke to me about earlier may be placed into action." I scrunched my face in confusion.
"Huh?" Bo'Sun walked around from Barbossa and came to stand next to me, his hug figure towering over my small one.
"Tell me, tiny one, what do you know of the sword?"
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…Port Royal, Jamaica, Noon…
Amy's POV
This was some kind of torture, I swear…
"Stop that." I was scolded for the fifth time by James as I fidgeted with the corset I was wearing.
"This thing is stupidly tight and unneeded." I pouted as I continued to try and loosen it.
"You are going to lunch with a nobleman you must be properly dressed."
"I would rather go naked." Phillip who was seated next to James choked at bit before blushing.
"Amelia, I beg you," James rolled his eyes. "Behave."
"Don't talk to me like you own me." The carriage came to a stop and I exited first follow by James and Phil.
"Welcome, my dear." The governor stepped forward and took my hand. "Allow me to escort you to the garden."
"Of course, I'm very excited to meet your daughter."
Governor Swann led me through his extravagant house and out to the garden where Elizabeth was already waiting. She sat with a blank expression on her face, gazing straight ahead. She looks so thrilled to be here.
"Elizabeth." She was shook from her trance as the Governor and I approached her side, she stood and nodded to her father. "Elizabeth, I would like to introduce you to Miss. Amelia, the young woman I was telling you about."
"You're the one who washed up on the shore?"
"Elizabeth." Her father scolded.
"Yeah," I shrugged. "Still trying to get all the sand out of my hair." We both shared a small laugh.
"Ah, Elizabeth, you also remember Captain Norrington?" I watched as her blank expression returned. James stepped forward, bowed, took Elizabeth's hand, and kissed it. I swear he's a robot.
"Miss. Swann."
"Captain." She then turned and grabbed my arm. "Sit by me." She whispered fiercely.
I barely got a chance to respond before she took my arm and led me over to the chair next to hers.
Lunch was fairly awkward for me; I'm really not one for light and polite conversation.
Towards the end I was pretending to listen to the jabber coming out of Norrington's mouth about ships, and pirates, and laws. I suddenly felt a small tug on my hair. I turned slightly to see Elizabeth playing with a few strands.
"Your hair is so beautiful, how did you get it to be so red?"
"Hair dye." I shrugged. "I'm actually a natural blonde, like you."
"Father," she called lightly across the table. "May we be excused; I would like to show my new friend around." Governor Swanns' face lit up.
"Of course, my dear." He gestured over to one of the butlers. "Prepare the carriage for my daughter."
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I can honestly say that I thought Elizabeth was going to be one of those boring, snobbish, girly girls. I'm so happy that isn't the case. Despite looking like the world's most perfect lady she actually had a lot of personality and sass to her.
"How do you deal with it?"
"Deal with what?" she asked as we made our way down the street.
"The boredom, this place is so quiet, I mean," I paused as I took in the young women knitting. "Does anything ever happen here?" Elizabeth laughed and shook her head.
"No, I'm afraid not." She looped her arm with mine. "The most fun we'll get is an evening gala hosted by a nobleman."
"I already feel a yawn coming on."
"Oh hush!" She stopped walking and led me over to a boutique. "Let's go in here."
Elizabeth spent the rest of the afternoon walking me around town, showing me her favorite shops and treats. We were walking past the blacksmith when she slowed her pace and looked in the windows.
"What are you loo-" I stopped when I noticed a very good looking man hammering down on a sword. "Oh, ok, I get it."
"Pardon?" I shot her a look.
"Oh come on, Liz, he's gorgeous." I smirked at her. "I don't blame you for looking."
"What, I was not!"
"Oh yes you were," I smirked. "Let's go in!"
"No!" but it was too late. I walked straight in. The smell of hot metal and ash burned my nostrils as I entered the building. A small bell went off and the man immediately stopped and looked up.
"May I help you, Miss?" Fuck, his voice is so sexual.
"Yes," I decided to play a game. "I'm in the market, looking for a sword." I walked over and looked at the different blades.
"May I inquire who it is that you're looking for?" he asked, walking over. "As to better assist you in finding the right blade."
"Myself." The blacksmith paused and sputtered a bit.
"Well, we do have lighter blades or-"
"Actually I was wondering if you could teach me, do you give lessons?"
"Miss,I-well, I don't believe-"
"Honestly, Amelia, you're not being nice."
"Elizabeth." He breathed her name as she entered the room.
"Will," she smiled. "I apologize for my friend, she likes to tease." I gave a small pout.
"I was being completely serious."
"No harm done, Miss. Swann."
"Will, how many times must I ask you to call me Elizabeth?"
"At least once more, as usual, Miss. Swann." My God, they're really into each other.
Elizabeth was the first to break the stare.
"So," I interrupted their longing gaze. "About those lessons…?"
"Well, Miss, I don't believe-"
"I can be here every other evening."
"But-"
"Great, I'll see you then!" I shook his hand. "I'm Amy." He sighed in defeat.
"Will Turner."
"Don't take her seriously Will." I rolled my eyes at her.
"I'm a very serious person."
Elizabeth took my arm and led me out of the shop.
"Thank you for your time, Will!" she called out as she walked through the door. Once we were outside she sent me a glare. "You really aren't funny."
"What?" I shrugged, innocently. "Oh come on, Liz, you have to know he's into you."
"Into me?"
"He's attracted to you." She blushed and shook her head.
"Liz?" she questioned my nickname for her.
"I don't care if you like it or not it's what I'm calling you now." I looped arms with her and heard her sigh. "It's a nickname, it's what friends do." I felt her stiffen a little.
"Friends?"
"Yeah," I turned to look at her. "We are friends, aren't we?" She gave me a smile.
"Of course we are."
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Thank you so much for reading the second chapter! The third will be up shortly. I will be doing larger time skips to get started with the C.O.T.B.P. story line.