Right, well, thank you very much for those very flattering reviews!!! Made
me feel all warm inside!!! ( And glad your enjoying the story. As to
Bootstrap..yes I know he was thrown overboard..but they couldn't die.and it
was only after they threw him over that they discovered that..So, he may
very well be wandering about somewhere..((kudos to my best friend for
presenting that idea to me.)) Anyways, I do still own Piper, Drew, and
Emily.and any other minor characters..but as always, unfortunately,
Elizabeth, Will, and Sparrow do not belong to me..*hiss* am still working
on it though.let you know how it goes.. ( Enjoy!!!
Chapter 5
Will walked back through the darkened streets of Port Royal, his general aim for the Governor's mansion. When he approached the drive, he looked up, catching a view of the massive white house in the full moon. It presented a lovely sight, with the full gardens and wrap about porch, but even lovelier was the woman who lived inside. Will stepped purposefully up the front steps and rapped on the door.
A very sleepy looking butler answered it a few minutes later. "Young Turner, what are you doing here at this time of night?" he asked, rubbing a bit of sleep from his eyes and pulling his powdered wig over his head.
"I'm very sorry to disturb you, but I must speak with Miss Swann..it cannot wait." he added, seeing the man about to protest.
"I shall go and fetch her.wait here, young master," he indicated the foyer of the great house and Will stood, waiting patiently for him to fetch his mistress.
"Will, what are you doing here?" a female voice asked, not the least bit sleepy.
Will's heart skipped a beat as he turned to face the young woman who was descending the stairs, pulling a dressing gown about her.
"Elizabeth..I'm sorry, but I had to speak with you," he said quietly, taking her hand.
She looked about the house then pulled the blacksmith out onto the porch, the warm Caribbean breeze ruffling her hair. "Will, what's wrong?"
Will took a deep breath, holding her hand in both of his. "I'm leaving tomorrow morning with Jack..Don't worry, I'll not be gone for more then a fortnight." he quickly explained as he heard her sharp intake of breath. "He says..Elizabeth, he says he may know where my father is." he whispered, meeting her eyes with his deep brown ones.
Elizabeth gazed at him, confused and mournful. "But I thought they had killed your father.you said.."
"Maybe not.the others couldn't die, maybe Bootstrap just walked his way into freedom..I don't know.but I have to try and find him.." Will turned from her, pacing the length of the porch. "I have to find out why he never came back." he finished, hearing Piper's words echo in his mind.
Elizabeth walked up behind him, enfolding him into a lover's embrace, laying her head on his strong back. "Be careful, Will...don't let Jack talk you into one of his treasure hunts."
Will turned, pulling her into his arms and kissing her forehead. "I'll be back soon..I promise," he whispered, kissing her again, then pulling away. He turned down the drive and walked silently down the road back to the smithy.
Elizabeth watched him disappear into the night, a dread sinking into her chest.
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Piper tore about her room, searching desperately for some of Edmund's old clothes that she wore when riding. She finally found the old tan breeches and loose fitting white shirt and pulled them out from the mess in her bureau. She laid them into a small knapsack and then set to cleaning up the upheaval in her bedroom.
As she was putting things back into her trunk, she came upon a piece of old parchment. Puzzled that she'd never seen it before, she turned it over. On the front, in very careful writing was, To my dove, Piper Roberts; From her father, Samuel Roberts, 18th of March, 1745.
With trembling hands, she unfolded the bit of paper, carefully scanning the lines with an eager gaze. Tears sprang to her eyes at the content of the letter, written only a few days after her birth. She sat down on the floor, her dark dress pooling about her as she read and reread each line of her father's script.
After about an hour of memorizing each word, she tucked the letter into her sack carefully and crawled into bed, hope arising in her that the dawn would bring a whole new life for her.
As she began to fall into sleep, she suddenly realized that she had not apologized to Emily, nor did her friend know that she was leaving. She hurriedly pulled out a quill and paper and began writing, wanting so desperately to tell her best friend in person, but having to make do with a letter. She wrote quickly, telling Emily about her mother's revelation, her father's letter, and Sparrow's proposition; then begging her to forgive her and that she would tell her all about it when she returned. And lastly, she asked Emily to not judge her on her father's merits, but to remain friends and bid her keep all secrecy in the matter of her journey. She sealed it and gave it to her maid, giving her strict instructions that it was for Emily McNellis's eyes only. Then pulled a blanket about her for a few hours rest.
As the sun broke over the tossing waves the next morning, she walked down through the streets towards the dock. She had pulled out an old petticoat of cotton and an overdress of light blue, which was patched in areas and had a tear extending down her right calf, but it was comfortable and one of the oldest dresses she owned, which would be perfect for sailing. She had one of her stepbrother's belts buckled round her waist in which she had tucked her small knapsack, filled with only a few necessities. Her dark hair was tied with a scarf and hung down her back in curling waves that flew about her shoulders in the morning breeze.
She spotted the sails of the Pearl and took a deep breath, hoping Will would find her before she would have to explain what she was doing about the docks so early. To her relief, the blacksmith was taking with the captain she had met the other day at the end of the gangplank. She hurried up, catching a bit of their conversation.
"Ah, Miss Roberts, glad you could join us..I hope you'll find the Pearl to your liking." the captain said, placing his hands together and bowing slightly.
Piper nodded. "I've been on a ship before, Captain Sparrow..though it was crewed by the British Navy."
Sparrow laughed and led the way onto the ship. "I'll introduce you to the rest of the crew once we're under way." he said, then ascended to the wheel, shouting out orders to the different people aboard.
Piper stood in the middle of the deck, not sure of what to do when Will laid a hand to her shoulder. "Here, take this..you may need it," he whispered, handing her a short sword. "And if not, we may get a chance to practice the footwork of yours." he winked and went to help one of the sailors with the sail.
"Oi, we've picked up a lady." a familiar voice called and Drew Rowan dropped to the deck beside her. "Joining us for a bit of a venture, Miss Roberts?" he asked, sweeping her hand up to his lips.
She pulled away, glaring at him with ice filled eyes. "I would have nothing to do with the likes of you, Master Rowan, if it weren't for my good friend, Will Turner..now, either tell me what I can do to help, or leave me alone!"
Drew grinned, his green eyes dancing. "Well, my lady, you could help me make sure the ship is ready to make sail.." He suggested, and led her below deck where he began checking each board and piece of supplies. Piper joined him, making a mental note of where everything was stored.
As he yelled an "all clear" up to Sparrow, she felt the Pearl lurch forward as the anchors were drawn up and it headed out to sea.
She heard Drew swear and ran over to his side, wondering what had happened. She found him staring at a pile of white material and gave him a puzzled look.
"I was supposed to mend this sail.." He growled and pulled up a stool.
"I can do it." Piper offered, picking up the light fabric. "As long as I can do it above deck."
Drew's smile returned and he helped her carry the torn sail up and sat with her as she began stitching the tears together.
"So how long have you known?" Drew asked, looking up at her from his needle.
Piper's eyes met his for an instant before she returned to her stitching. "Known what?" she asked.
"About your father being a pirate and all?"
Heat flooded into her face, though she kept her eyes resolutely on her work. "A couple days..my mother told me.."
Drew nodded, returning to his task.
Piper looked up momentarily, studying the man across from her with a thoughtful gaze, then dropped her gaze back to the torn sail. "I'm not what you think I am." she whispered.
Drew stared at her, shock in his face. "I don't believe you to be anything.except who you are."
"And what exactly am I, Master Rowan..neither pirate nor lady..do you know what it feels like? To have ties to both worlds and to belong to neither?" she cried, meeting his gaze. "I am an outcast, bred of an illthought romance."
"I know that you must be very loved to have such friends as Turner to take you to find your father...and to have a mother who would care for you, even if she did something wrong."
Piper shook her head. "You know nothing of my life, nor do you have any understanding of my feelings..do not dare to presume that you and I could ever be friends. I mean only to find my father and then I am done with pirates.."
Drew nodded again, unsure of what to make of the young lady before him, but intrigued by her all the same.
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Ok, another chapter...wrote it kind of on a whim, so yeah..hope you enjoyed it and I hope to be writing more soon!!!! Remember, read and review!!!! (
Chapter 5
Will walked back through the darkened streets of Port Royal, his general aim for the Governor's mansion. When he approached the drive, he looked up, catching a view of the massive white house in the full moon. It presented a lovely sight, with the full gardens and wrap about porch, but even lovelier was the woman who lived inside. Will stepped purposefully up the front steps and rapped on the door.
A very sleepy looking butler answered it a few minutes later. "Young Turner, what are you doing here at this time of night?" he asked, rubbing a bit of sleep from his eyes and pulling his powdered wig over his head.
"I'm very sorry to disturb you, but I must speak with Miss Swann..it cannot wait." he added, seeing the man about to protest.
"I shall go and fetch her.wait here, young master," he indicated the foyer of the great house and Will stood, waiting patiently for him to fetch his mistress.
"Will, what are you doing here?" a female voice asked, not the least bit sleepy.
Will's heart skipped a beat as he turned to face the young woman who was descending the stairs, pulling a dressing gown about her.
"Elizabeth..I'm sorry, but I had to speak with you," he said quietly, taking her hand.
She looked about the house then pulled the blacksmith out onto the porch, the warm Caribbean breeze ruffling her hair. "Will, what's wrong?"
Will took a deep breath, holding her hand in both of his. "I'm leaving tomorrow morning with Jack..Don't worry, I'll not be gone for more then a fortnight." he quickly explained as he heard her sharp intake of breath. "He says..Elizabeth, he says he may know where my father is." he whispered, meeting her eyes with his deep brown ones.
Elizabeth gazed at him, confused and mournful. "But I thought they had killed your father.you said.."
"Maybe not.the others couldn't die, maybe Bootstrap just walked his way into freedom..I don't know.but I have to try and find him.." Will turned from her, pacing the length of the porch. "I have to find out why he never came back." he finished, hearing Piper's words echo in his mind.
Elizabeth walked up behind him, enfolding him into a lover's embrace, laying her head on his strong back. "Be careful, Will...don't let Jack talk you into one of his treasure hunts."
Will turned, pulling her into his arms and kissing her forehead. "I'll be back soon..I promise," he whispered, kissing her again, then pulling away. He turned down the drive and walked silently down the road back to the smithy.
Elizabeth watched him disappear into the night, a dread sinking into her chest.
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Piper tore about her room, searching desperately for some of Edmund's old clothes that she wore when riding. She finally found the old tan breeches and loose fitting white shirt and pulled them out from the mess in her bureau. She laid them into a small knapsack and then set to cleaning up the upheaval in her bedroom.
As she was putting things back into her trunk, she came upon a piece of old parchment. Puzzled that she'd never seen it before, she turned it over. On the front, in very careful writing was, To my dove, Piper Roberts; From her father, Samuel Roberts, 18th of March, 1745.
With trembling hands, she unfolded the bit of paper, carefully scanning the lines with an eager gaze. Tears sprang to her eyes at the content of the letter, written only a few days after her birth. She sat down on the floor, her dark dress pooling about her as she read and reread each line of her father's script.
After about an hour of memorizing each word, she tucked the letter into her sack carefully and crawled into bed, hope arising in her that the dawn would bring a whole new life for her.
As she began to fall into sleep, she suddenly realized that she had not apologized to Emily, nor did her friend know that she was leaving. She hurriedly pulled out a quill and paper and began writing, wanting so desperately to tell her best friend in person, but having to make do with a letter. She wrote quickly, telling Emily about her mother's revelation, her father's letter, and Sparrow's proposition; then begging her to forgive her and that she would tell her all about it when she returned. And lastly, she asked Emily to not judge her on her father's merits, but to remain friends and bid her keep all secrecy in the matter of her journey. She sealed it and gave it to her maid, giving her strict instructions that it was for Emily McNellis's eyes only. Then pulled a blanket about her for a few hours rest.
As the sun broke over the tossing waves the next morning, she walked down through the streets towards the dock. She had pulled out an old petticoat of cotton and an overdress of light blue, which was patched in areas and had a tear extending down her right calf, but it was comfortable and one of the oldest dresses she owned, which would be perfect for sailing. She had one of her stepbrother's belts buckled round her waist in which she had tucked her small knapsack, filled with only a few necessities. Her dark hair was tied with a scarf and hung down her back in curling waves that flew about her shoulders in the morning breeze.
She spotted the sails of the Pearl and took a deep breath, hoping Will would find her before she would have to explain what she was doing about the docks so early. To her relief, the blacksmith was taking with the captain she had met the other day at the end of the gangplank. She hurried up, catching a bit of their conversation.
"Ah, Miss Roberts, glad you could join us..I hope you'll find the Pearl to your liking." the captain said, placing his hands together and bowing slightly.
Piper nodded. "I've been on a ship before, Captain Sparrow..though it was crewed by the British Navy."
Sparrow laughed and led the way onto the ship. "I'll introduce you to the rest of the crew once we're under way." he said, then ascended to the wheel, shouting out orders to the different people aboard.
Piper stood in the middle of the deck, not sure of what to do when Will laid a hand to her shoulder. "Here, take this..you may need it," he whispered, handing her a short sword. "And if not, we may get a chance to practice the footwork of yours." he winked and went to help one of the sailors with the sail.
"Oi, we've picked up a lady." a familiar voice called and Drew Rowan dropped to the deck beside her. "Joining us for a bit of a venture, Miss Roberts?" he asked, sweeping her hand up to his lips.
She pulled away, glaring at him with ice filled eyes. "I would have nothing to do with the likes of you, Master Rowan, if it weren't for my good friend, Will Turner..now, either tell me what I can do to help, or leave me alone!"
Drew grinned, his green eyes dancing. "Well, my lady, you could help me make sure the ship is ready to make sail.." He suggested, and led her below deck where he began checking each board and piece of supplies. Piper joined him, making a mental note of where everything was stored.
As he yelled an "all clear" up to Sparrow, she felt the Pearl lurch forward as the anchors were drawn up and it headed out to sea.
She heard Drew swear and ran over to his side, wondering what had happened. She found him staring at a pile of white material and gave him a puzzled look.
"I was supposed to mend this sail.." He growled and pulled up a stool.
"I can do it." Piper offered, picking up the light fabric. "As long as I can do it above deck."
Drew's smile returned and he helped her carry the torn sail up and sat with her as she began stitching the tears together.
"So how long have you known?" Drew asked, looking up at her from his needle.
Piper's eyes met his for an instant before she returned to her stitching. "Known what?" she asked.
"About your father being a pirate and all?"
Heat flooded into her face, though she kept her eyes resolutely on her work. "A couple days..my mother told me.."
Drew nodded, returning to his task.
Piper looked up momentarily, studying the man across from her with a thoughtful gaze, then dropped her gaze back to the torn sail. "I'm not what you think I am." she whispered.
Drew stared at her, shock in his face. "I don't believe you to be anything.except who you are."
"And what exactly am I, Master Rowan..neither pirate nor lady..do you know what it feels like? To have ties to both worlds and to belong to neither?" she cried, meeting his gaze. "I am an outcast, bred of an illthought romance."
"I know that you must be very loved to have such friends as Turner to take you to find your father...and to have a mother who would care for you, even if she did something wrong."
Piper shook her head. "You know nothing of my life, nor do you have any understanding of my feelings..do not dare to presume that you and I could ever be friends. I mean only to find my father and then I am done with pirates.."
Drew nodded again, unsure of what to make of the young lady before him, but intrigued by her all the same.
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Ok, another chapter...wrote it kind of on a whim, so yeah..hope you enjoyed it and I hope to be writing more soon!!!! Remember, read and review!!!! (