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Disclaimer: I own nothing that seems vaguely familiar. However, I do own Hannah, Amelia, and Jacob.
Chapter 3
Amelia braced herself as she walked into Hannah's room, fully aware that whatever was going to happen wouldn't be pleasant. "What the bloody hell was that about Amelia?! Why in God's name was Jacob hitting you? Why were you-" Hannah stopped yelling when she saw trails of tears on her sister's cheeks with fresh droplets making their way down. "Mia? Come here." Amelia ran to Hannah's side, grabbed her and held on for dear life while she sobbed into her shoulder. Hannah just guided them to her bed and sat down, rubbing her sister's back.
"Oh look at me. Being silly really…crying on you." Amelia tried to reason.
"Hey, I'm your sister. You're allowed to cry on me. That's what I'm here for." said Hannah.
"No. I'm the elder sister. You're supposed to be taken care of by me. Not have to coddle me."
Hannah stood up and put her hands on her hips. "Well Missy, I think you are just going to have to get used to being coddled sometimes. No one can be strong all the time."
"You are." Amelia said with her eyes on the sheets in front of her.
"That's where you're wrong. I mean, just today, I almost melted into jelly just because of a ma-" Hannah caught herself as she almost spoke of Will. Unfortunately for her, Amelia still caught what she was about to say.
"A man?! Oh sister, do tell me what he looks like. Don't tell me who it is yet. I just want to bathe in this wonderful feeling that you will fall in love one day and realize how wonderful it is." Amelia realized what she just said and her eyes welled up with tears again but brushed them away before Hannah could see. "So…what does he look like?"
Hannah blushed at the memory at first and tried to remember everything she could about Mr. Turner that she could recall in perfect detail. "Well starting at the top, his hair is brown with golden streaks running through them, like he's been in the sun all his life." Amelia smiled at her sister, clearly happy for her. "His eyes are the prettiest shade of brown that I've ever seen in my life and they also are soft-looking…is that strange? Anyway, he is really tall, tan, and…" Hannah blushed, "muscular."
Amelia burst out laughing at that statement paired with Hannah's face. It looked as if she just said something awful. "Oh Hannah, it's alright to notice those things. Especially those things." The older sister smiled at Hannah. "Just please be sure to keep those thoughts buttoned in public. Its okay in here because I'm your sister but society woman will not be proud of those observations. Remember that. Now, what did you get today? I saw boxes, did I not?"
Hannah jumped up and walked over to where she had deposited her dresses and began pulling them out. "Yes you did." Hannah first showed a light pink dress followed by a pale yellow. The next was a gold color and finally she pulled out the green dress. "Oh Hannah! That is gorgeous. Wherever did you find this?" exclaimed Amelia.
"I don't remember the name but I could go back if needed to show you." Hannah put the dresses back and then sat on her bed. "In fact, if we did go, I could show you where I saw my perfect man."
Amelia furrowed her brow. "And where was that exactly?"
"In the smithy. It's called Brown's Blacksmith. I was curious about what was in it so I knocked and almost fell over at the sight of him."
Amelia had a sad smile on her face while she said, "Hannah, now don't get mad at me but is that really proper to do? Just go knocking on doors? Come on now. Think about it…also, some people are very snobby about whom a young lady should be fraternizing with and some… like a specific person in mind-" Amelia jerked her head in the direction of her room. "-will do all they call to make sure that young ladies under their control do not familiarize themselves with those "wrong sort. Now before you interrupt," Amelia continued on, "I want you to know that I support this fully. I think that you should be able to make new friends on your own. I will make it my duty to cover for you and help you keep meeting this-"
"Mr. Turner." Hannah said.
"Well, I think tomorrow is a perfect day to go see what kind of person he is. We can talk a nice walk and then just happen to wander in that direction." The two girls giggled and Amelia got up to go into her own room. "Goodnight Hannah. Sleep well."
"You too. Watch yourself tonight. Don't take anything from him. He's dangerous. I mean it." Hannah warned her.
"Ok. G'night." Amelia walked out into the hall and leaned up against the door and took a couple deep breathes. Ok…be calm. He loves you. You just provoked him while he wasn't in the greatest of moods. Nothing to be worried about.
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The next morning, Hannah was worried about Amelia. A few hours after she went to bed, she woke up to realize that hadn't actually talked about what she walked in on. Jumping up from her bed, she threw on her dressing gown and hurried out into the hall and was about to knock on Amelia's door when it suddenly opened and she found herself face to face with the subject of her thoughts. "Go back in your room!" she whispered.
"I just want to get our plan underway before he wakes up and starts yelling at you. He is still sore at you for seeing him lose control. I don't want to talk about it now, but we will, later." Amelia sat down after opening the window to present a lovely morning.
"Can we go out today on our walk?"
"Yes, but we actually have to stop by the blacksmith to drop off an order for Jacob." Said Amelia with a twinkle in her eye.
Hannah squealed in a very un-lady-like manner, "Really?!"
"Yes, now let's put on that beautiful green dress." Amelia once again helped Hannah get dressed and then the two girls were off for their day of 'errands'.
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A couple hours later, the girls had purchased dresses and other household items that they would seem need. "Hey Mia, when is the house going to be ready?"
"Jacob told me this morning that it is ahead of schedule and that we should be moving into it tomorrow. I am going to be so glad once I unpack everything. Once everything is in its proper place, then it'll feel like home. Now, I think that it's time we see the town blacksmith. Have you any idea where it could be located?" asked Amelia jokingly.
"Why yes, I stumbled across it during my travels yesterday. Let us make haste." The sisters linked arms and strolled up the street that led to the smithy.
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Will Turner was not having a good day. Everything was going wrong and he did not know why. His mind was distracted and his hands were consequently fumbling everything he held. One of these fumbles was unfortunately a red-hot blade. "Ahhh!" Will cried out in pain and rushed to the barrel of cool water he had near the tools. Will pulled out his hand to examine it and it was only slightly swollen around the outside of his palm, where the red metal made contact with his skin.
KNOCK KNOCK
Will walked over to the door and swung it open to find one of the most beautiful girl's he had seen in a long time. "May I help you?"
Amelia stepped forward with the piece of paper with the order on it in her hand, "Yes, I'd like to place an order." Will nodded mutely and let her into the smithy. Amelia thanked him and followed him in the door.
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A FEW MINUTES EARLIER
The sisters had almost reached the smithy when a loud, angry voice stopped them in their tracks. "Oi! Amelia! Hannah!"
"Is that-" asked Hannah.
"I think so."
Jacob ran up to the girls and pecked Amelia on the cheek and glared at Hannah. Hannah just fixed him with a hateful look. "I need your help Hannah. Come with me now." He grabbed Hannah's wrist and started pulling her towards the direction of the docks.
"Hey! I was running an errand! What could you possibly need me for?"
Jacob stopped and just looked at her. "Hannah, I need your assistance in finding a person."
"Wait, I'm confused…why would I know anyone more than you?"
"Because you have been out and about more than both Amelia and I combined and you like to talk to people. You can make friends with anything that has a vocal box. Now, come on!" Jacob once again grabbed her wrist and began dragging her away. Amelia mouthed, 'I'll take care of it.'
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Back at the smithy, Amelia was telling Will about the sword that Jacob requested. "Now, Mr. Turner, I really have no idea what any of these specifications mean, but here they are." She handed him the note that her husband told her to give him.
"Thank you Miss Crane…by the way, are you of any relation to another Miss Crane by the first name Hannah?" Will asked with a hopeful look in his eye.
"Actually, she is my little sister. Can't you tell? Come one, think about it. Close your eyes." She instructed.
"Okay." Will closed his eyes while having a smirk on his face.
"Now, picture in your mind, what color hair does she have? Picture it. Light Brown . What color is my hair? Picture it. Dark brown. What color are her eyes? Picture it. Green. Now, what color are my eyes? Picture it. Light blue. Okay. You can open your eyes now. Can't you see that we're sisters now? I mean, yeah she's a bit taller but you can still tell can't you?"
Will smiled. "Absolutely. I apologize for not realizing it sooner." He chuckled. "I've never met anyone like you before you Miss Crane. I wish to think that your sister has the same wit and fun-loving way about her. Does she?"
"Mr. Turner…you have no idea when I tell you this that you couldn't be truer in that statement. Her tongue is much quicker and sharper than mine…and that sometimes gets her into trouble. I keep telling her that she needs to learn when to shut her mouth and just bottle the emotions trying to spill out of her." Amelia warned him. "Now imagine the time. I need to be getting home to my husband." She stood up, "It was a pleasure talking to you Mr. Turner." Will stood up escorted her out the door.
"Will you be alright to walk home alone?"
"Oh yes, thank you. The tavern is just down the street a little."
"You live in a tavern? Is that safe?!" Will asked incredulously.
"No, no silly boy. The house that is being built is almost done and we are moving into it in a few days. We are residing there for the time being. Now, I must go. Good day Mr. Turner." Amelia left Will to his thoughts.
What is that crazy woman playing at? Making me compare her and her sister. In my opinion, I would much rather look at Hannah…I mean Miss Crane. Well, Amelia was very attractive but first off, she is married and secondly, she was too 'dark' for my tastes. I don't care about fairness of skin but her hair was too dark…yeah, that's why I wasn't favoring her to her sister. No! I can't be thinking about those two this way. I mean, Hannah…I'm not thinking about Amelia. I don't want to think about Hannah either especially this soon after Elizabeth…oh boy. What have I gotten myself into with these sisters? I fear for my sanity…I hope I make it through in one piece…unlike last time. Well at least tomorrow I have a sword to work on.
Will was pacing his room above the smithy when his restless mind finally settled. Will got into bed and immediately fell asleep to have dreams about another brown-haired girl, except this one had brown eyes dressed in pirate garb.