I do not own Pirates of the Caribbean, Disney does. I only own the characters that weren't in the movies. You know, the ones I made up. Anyway.
"Everyone! Everyone!" The Governor yelled. "Since it is growing late in the day, the party will be continued at the Norrington Manner. Invited guests only!"
By the time the Norringtons had arrived at their home, there were already many carriages in the drive. When James stepped out of the carriage he could hear music, and he smiled as he helped his wife step down out of the carriage.
"Sounds like we're throwing quite the party."
She chuckled. "Yes, it does sound quite lively."
Next Samuel hopped out, then Misty.
"Mum, may I stay up for this party? It sounds fun!" He asked hopefully.
"No Samuel, you need to go to bed. Besides, you had fun at the other party." Sarah answered.
"But Mum..."
"Samuel, mind your Mother." James interrupted sternly.
"Yes sir." He answered defeated. He took his mother's hand and the small group entered the house.
As soon as they set foot in the house, the guests stopped what ever it was that they had been doing and cheered. Once again James was plagued with handshakes and pats on the back. Seeing an opportunity, Sarah stopped one of the maids while the guests were busy with James.
"Take him to his room and make sure he puts his night cloths on before he goes to bed."
"Yes Ma'm." The maid curtseyed as she took Samuel's hand and led him up the stairs.
Again, Misty found herself trying to stay away from the crowd. There weren't as many people now, since this party was invitation only. She sighed, grabbing a glass of wine and downing it quickly. This was going to be a long night.
It felt like her corset was squeezing the life out of her! Doing her best, she kept her composure and took deep, steady breaths.
She found she was beginning to grow fond of this corner, for no one had come to bother her yet. It was a perfect corner if you wanted to be off by yourself. It was a dim corner, and a small table with fruit on it sat just feet away. Yep, perfect. Wait, maybe she thought too soon. Here came the same group of girls that had bothered her at the fort. She rolled her eyes and looked in a different direction when they gathered around her.
"So, we meet again." The girl with black hair started.
Misty scowled. "So it would seem." She went to reach for an apple when one of the girls, this one a brunette about the same height as Misty grabbed her wrist, a look of disgust written on her features.
"Oh your fingernails! How did you manage to get them so dirty?"
Misty took a deep breath, holding her temper as she jerked her wrist free of the brunette's grasp. "I'm a horseman, so I ride quite a lot. I also clean out my horse's stall and groom her myself, so you can imagine my hands get quite dirty sometimes."
The curly headed blond spoke up. "Oh, horses." She scowled. "Such filthy creatures. I don't see how anyone can really enjoy to be around them."
Taking another deep breath, Misty fought for control of her temper. Her horse was her best friend! A good companion for a forest trail, the one she poured her feelings to when she was upset. The one that never judged her no matter what. "I find them quite charming. My horse especially. She's very gentle. Their also good companions" Then she added with irritation, "They never judge you for your appearance."
The short black haired girl piped up, "I honestly don't know what you see in them. Their just dumb animals! The only thing their good for is transportation. Use them until they've served their purpose, then do away with them when you can't use them anymore, disgusting creatures." She scowled.
That's it. The temper began to take over Misty's better judgment. "Oh, but I find even their bums are more pleasant company than all of yours!" She hissed in a low voice.
All of the girl's mouths dropped, their eyes widening. The girl with black hair spoke up again. "Well! Some host you are! As charming as a rodent!" She said as she turned away.
"The same for you madam!" Misty hissed back.
"Oh!" With that, the group of girls stormed off.
Misty just sighed and covered her face with her hands. Had she just done that? Her face felt hot. She didn't want to cause trouble! Her second day here and already she had more enemies than friends.
"What was that about?" A male voice said from infront of her.
She snapped her head up, her face automatically flushing at the thought of already being in trouble.
"Is everything alright Miss Norrington?" Groves asked with concern.
She exhaled. Finally, a kind face. "Lieutenant, you startled me." She offered him a weak smile.
"I apologize. Were those girls bothering you again?"
She smirked. "I don't think they'll be bothering me anytime soon."
"What did you tell them to make them go off in such a state?"
"It's nothing to worry about Lieutenant, I was just defending a friend. They didn't like my answer so they left." She was laughing inwardly. She looked back up at him and offered another smile.
He studied her. Her face was flushed and the tips of her ears were red. "Are you sure you're alright? Can I get you something? Some water perhaps?"
"Nay, I'm fine." Fine? Her hands were shaking with both anger and nervousness. "What would you like to do,
Lieutenant?"
"May I have this dance?" His charming smile had returned, and offered his arm.
"I think a dance would do me some good, thankyou." She rested her hand on his arm and allowed him to lead her to the dance floor.
James stood to the side, watching his guests. He furrowed his brows. He hadn't seen Misty in a while. A group his lieutenants stood near, also watching the guests. One of them laughed and spoke heartily,
"Would you look at that!" He said to his fellow officers. "Looks like Groves has caught the fancy of that Norrington girl."
James, who had been listening to this conversation, was now scanning the crowd a little more thoroughly this time. Ah ha! There she was on the dance floor, staring intently into Groves's eyes, laughing and talking while they danced. He smirked. He should have known of the all the people in Port Royal, one of his best officers would catch her attention. He stood and watched them for a while with sharp and father-like eyes.
He didn't see Sarah walk up beside him and furrow her brows as to what he was watching so intently. She followed his gaze, finding that she couldn't help but smile. She looked back to James who was still gazing at them. She smirked and playfully swatted his arm. He snapped his head in her direction and furrowed his brows at her playful look.
"What?"
"He's a gentleman James, we can trust him with her."
He stared blankly at her for a moment. "I know that."
She laughed. "Sure. Come along, why don't we share a dance?"
He smiled. "May I have this dance?" He offered her his arm.
She laughed a little heartier this time. "You know my answer." She rested her arm on his and let him lead her to the dance floor.
How many dances had they shared now? Misty had lost track at ten. They had been dancing together nearly the whole night now. She took a deep breath and exhaled, slightly recoiling against him when those wretched girls came into sight. They were glaring daggers at her from the side of the room. Groves looked down at her with concern.
"Is everything alright?"
She looked up at him. "Fine, I'm just tired. Would you like to sit and relax for a moment?"
"Yes, I find I'm growing quite tired myself." He offered his arm.
She took it, a smile on her face as he escorted her off to the side where there were chairs and tables.
"Miss Norrington, I find myself quite famished. Would care to grab some food before we sit?"
She nodded.
"So, I gather you're from the Colonies. Judging by your accent I mean. Which part are you from?" Groves asked as he lifted his tea cup to his lips.
"You are correct, I'm from the American Colonies. Virginia, to be exact." She picked up a small sandwich and took a bite.
He nodded. "What do you think of Port Royal so far? Concerning the town, I mean."
"I'm not sure, I haven't seen much. Nothing other than the fort and our mansion."
"Oh? I'll have to show you around when I get a chance."
"Sounds lovely." She smiled.
He smiled. They sat and continued talking.
James entered the main room, where the party had been held. He had shed his Admiral's coat, hat, wig and cravat and was on his way upstairs. Halfway to the stairs, though, he heard...talking? Surly there still weren't guests?! He pulled out his pocket watch. It was going on midnight now. He turned toward the source of the chatter, finding Misty and Groves sitting at the same table that they had been sitting at for hours.
He ran a hand through his wigless hair, now cut short to be hidden beneath his wig. He sighed. He hated to do this, but he had work tomorrow, and so did Groves. He walked over to the two. They stopped and looked up at him.
"Hello James." Misty said tiredly. "Is there something we can help you with?"
"No. I just wanted to see if Lieutenant Groves has a way of transportation home. It's nearly midnight."
Groves furrowed his brows and pulled out his own pocket watch. "Oh! I'm sorry Admiral, I didn't realize it was so late."
"Quite alright. Do you have a way home?"
"Yes sir. I have a carriage waiting just outside." He said as he stood and put his hat on.
Misty stood as well. "I'll see him to the door, James."
He nodded. "Goodnight Lieutenant."
"Goodnight sir."
James exited the room and Misty walked with Groves to the door. Little did they know that James was watching them from the next room.
"I had a wonderful time tonight Lieutenant. I have you to thank for it." She flashed him a smile.
"You've made my night enjoyable also." He smiled back. "It's Theodore."
"Pardon?"
"My name is Theodore Groves. You may call me Theodore."
"Well then, Theodore, I'll do so in calling you by your first name only if you address me as Misty. I think it only fair."
"Agreed." He held his hand out.
Smiling, she shook his hand, and he kissed the top of hers. Though, he didn't let go, not yet.
"Misty?" He became serious.
"Yes?" Her smile faltered at his serious tone.
"May...may I call on you? You know, when we have free time?"
She smiled once more. "Yes, I would like that."
He smiled, a little bigger this time. "Then I shall. Goodnight Misty." He kissed her hand again before releasing it.
James smiled from the other room, finally deciding to make his way up the stairs.
"Goodnight Theodore."
With that, he exited the house. Misty watched his retreating form until he entered his carriage. Smiling, she closed the door and made her way to her room.
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