Pirates of the Caribbean: The Pirate's Pearl
By Romania Black
Hey everyone! Thanks to Katrina, Angel452, and Jedimaster for the reviews! I'd like to receive a little feedback on the story and if you're liking it or not! I'd appreciate any comments or helpful hints! They're always welcome!
NOTE: To answer a few of your questions, Angel452, yes, Mia knows a little Elizabeth's past. Her mother worked in the Govenor's household. No, she doesn't know Elizabeth is the Pirate Lord, and frankly resents pirates altogether, but is very loyal to Elizabeth. She also doesn't know anything about MIss Dalton but doesn't trust her anyway.
Sincerely,
Romania Black
Chapter Four
The house was exceptionally nice; nothing fancier than royalty, but certainly not a shack. It reminded her somewhat of her home with her mother that they had lived in, and that thought alone made her hate it even more.
Annabelle scanned the white walls of the room she was in, as Elizabeth and Mia scanned through parchments on a table. Young William was sitting in one of the large tan armchairs beside Annabelle, analyzing a small rapier in his hands.
"Is it real?" The girl asked with a quiet calm voice, examining the blade in his outstretched hand.
"Of course," William smiled, "Gold filiger in the handle too. My dad gave it to me when he came to visit a year ago." He said matter-of-factly.
Annabelle cocked her head to the side, "A year ago?"
"William," Elizabeth called out, as if she could have heard the girl from a mile away, "Go outside and see who's at the door. Mia said there was a visitor." As the boy stood up and put the rapier back onto his leather belt, the girl's eyes and Elizabeth's locked. The girl was certain that Elizabeth had interupted her on purpose. With a frown, she sat down in the armchair and crossed her arms, not sure what to say or do. She was liking this place less and less.
"Here's a place," Mia said quietly, nudging Elizabeth's arm and placing a small piece of paper in front of her.
"It's a tavern," Elizabeth eyed Mia suspiciously, her face a stern frown. "I don't think she'd be the safest there."
"I know the owner," Mia said, her dark eyes scanning Elizabeth's. "She's a fair woman. Rough to look and speak to, but fair. She'd keep the girl safe, and she owes me a favor anyway."
Elizabeth smirked, "What favor does a tavern owner owe a maid?"
"Never you mind, Mrs. Turner," Mia said, her face a little redder than before. Elizabeth didn't inquire further, but she smiled and turned to Annabelle.
Annabelle crossed her arms tighter and made her face into a small pout, "Decided to invite me into the conversation?" She said in a quiet, but testy voice.
Elizabeth's eyes widened, "You have quite the little tongue, Miss Dalton." She said, half surprised, and half amused.
"I don't like being excluded," Annabelle retorted, her cheeks turning pink. "And I know you're talking about me, so I want to know what's going on," She demanded, uncrossing her arms and sitting up in the armchair straight.
"Ask and you shall receive," Elizabeth said with narrowed eyes. She gave Mia a quick look, "As much as I'd love to have you in this household with us," She paused and sighed slowly, wondering how to tell the girl, "It's not as safe as you may think." Elizabeth knew that there was a chance that pirates could find out where she lived and attack her. She was still a pirate lord after all.
The girl didn't say anything, but simply stared at her. She didn't understand what was going on, or why it wasn't safe here. This house looked safe enough to her.
"It would be safer if you were somewhere where you could not be traced to this place," Elizabeth motioned to Mia and she stood still as Elizabeth stepped forward. "Or to us for that matter." She added.
"What are you saying?" The girl stood up, her face furrowed. She did not like where this was heading at all. There was an eerie cold settling in the room. Elizabeth and Mia stared at her with unsettled looks. Realization suddenly crept onto Annabelle's face. "You're sending me somewhere else...aren't you?" No answer. "AREN'T YOU?!?" She screamed, her face contorted in anger. She swung to the right and ran towards the stairway.
"I'll go after her," Elizabeth sighed, motioning Mia to stay where she was. She figured this would happen, but what choice did she have? The girl was wanted by pirates, probably pirates that weren't her definition of "friendly" and how could she keep the girl here when she endangered her family? "It's for the best," Elizabeth said to herself sternly as she left the room.
Annabelle ran, now more blindly than anything, towards the door to the house. If they didn't want her here, then she would leave. Leave rather than be sent somewhere else. Annabelle ran faster down the stairs, past William, who looked more surprised than anything, and straight to the door to leave Elizabeth's house.
However she didn't quite make it outside. As soon as she hit the doorframe, she ran straight into a figure in the doorway and smacked up against the figure's chest. Bouncing to the ground, she landed hard, her dress making sage waves around her, and the lace of her collar in her face. The jingle of pearls rang in her ears as she tried to gather herself. She looked up to see the face of the thing she had collided with.
Looking up, she found herself staring at a long black beard of dreadlocks and beads, along with tattered clothing, a red, bandana, and a thick leather hat. For a moment, Annabelle's heart lept and she quickly rose to her feet, her eyes wide and sparkling. "Teague!" She shouted jovially.
The figure gave her a startled look and flashed a gold-toothed grin, "Now," Jack Sparrow spoke with an awed voice, "How'd you come to know Captain Teague?"
