Sorry about the shortness of the prologue! Hehe.you wouldn't believe how
many people said it was too short. All I can say is that it looked longer
in my writing on paper.
A/N: words in italics are her thoughts
Chapter One: Escape to Tortuga
That morning Aidan's father had casually notified her that she would be leaving for London in a week to meet a wealthy businessman with "very high prospects" and that this man (Edward something-or-other) would decide weather or not to take her to wife. Aidan was not surprised at all by this but silently and calmly resolved to carry out the plans that she had been dreaming of for a few months now. Everything was in order and when everyone had gone to bed, Aidan only hoped that she would have the courage to carry out what she intended to do. I have my whole life to live, and I'd rather die than spend it with a boring businessman cooped up in a fancy house.
So, that night, Aidan silently shoved a few dresses and other necessary items into a small bag and crept down the long corridor and the cascading polished maple staircase, making sure to keep to the right side as the left usually creaked. She hurried into the living room and pulled out a folded piece of paper with numbers scrawled in her father's handwriting.
It had taken her days to figure out a plan to get this small scrap of paper, and finally, last week she had succeeded in doing so, but hadn't yet used it. Every night fear had gotten the best of her, but tonight was different. She had to leave tonight if she were to ever escape. Earlier that day her father had noticed that the paper was missing and had left nothing unturned as he savagely searched every room downstairs. Her heart had pounded as he began to search the upstairs. What would he do to her when he found it tucked away under her clothing in her dresser? All of her plans would be ruined. Luckily, He had stopped the search and left the rest of the rooms for inspection the next day. It was tonight, or never.
She made her way over to the safe and slowly turned the dial to each number written on the paper. Holding her breath and closing her eyes tight in anticipation of what sound the safe would make, Aidan gingerly opened the safe. She pocketed a few handfuls of shillings, but only enough for a few days of survival, and then returned the paper with the combination to her father's desk.
Upon returning to her room, Aidan wrote a short note notifying her father of her departure, the money she'd taken, and that he shouldn't worry or try to find her. Like he would, Aidan thought bitterly. A satisfied smile crept across her face as she imagined how her father's face would contort with anger when he found out that she had taken money from the safe.
She threw her bag out her window and then jumped down herself. She had practice sneaking out at night and knew how to reach the ground without breaking any limbs. Tossing her bag over her shoulder, she took one last look at the grandiose whitewashed brick house with its vines creeping up to the chimney. I'll never see it again, she thought, at least I hope I won't.
She made her way to the docks and boarded the ship. Aidan slept peacefully on her cot while the ship set sail towards Tortuga; towards freedom.
How'd you like it? I'm a little disappointed with it to tell you the truth, so if you have any suggestions then I might change it. Don't worry Jack will show up soon, and please refrain from asking what she looks like, her description is coming in the next chapter (which will be MUCH longer) If you have any suggestions, corrections, praises, complaints etc then review or email me
Chapter One: Escape to Tortuga
That morning Aidan's father had casually notified her that she would be leaving for London in a week to meet a wealthy businessman with "very high prospects" and that this man (Edward something-or-other) would decide weather or not to take her to wife. Aidan was not surprised at all by this but silently and calmly resolved to carry out the plans that she had been dreaming of for a few months now. Everything was in order and when everyone had gone to bed, Aidan only hoped that she would have the courage to carry out what she intended to do. I have my whole life to live, and I'd rather die than spend it with a boring businessman cooped up in a fancy house.
So, that night, Aidan silently shoved a few dresses and other necessary items into a small bag and crept down the long corridor and the cascading polished maple staircase, making sure to keep to the right side as the left usually creaked. She hurried into the living room and pulled out a folded piece of paper with numbers scrawled in her father's handwriting.
It had taken her days to figure out a plan to get this small scrap of paper, and finally, last week she had succeeded in doing so, but hadn't yet used it. Every night fear had gotten the best of her, but tonight was different. She had to leave tonight if she were to ever escape. Earlier that day her father had noticed that the paper was missing and had left nothing unturned as he savagely searched every room downstairs. Her heart had pounded as he began to search the upstairs. What would he do to her when he found it tucked away under her clothing in her dresser? All of her plans would be ruined. Luckily, He had stopped the search and left the rest of the rooms for inspection the next day. It was tonight, or never.
She made her way over to the safe and slowly turned the dial to each number written on the paper. Holding her breath and closing her eyes tight in anticipation of what sound the safe would make, Aidan gingerly opened the safe. She pocketed a few handfuls of shillings, but only enough for a few days of survival, and then returned the paper with the combination to her father's desk.
Upon returning to her room, Aidan wrote a short note notifying her father of her departure, the money she'd taken, and that he shouldn't worry or try to find her. Like he would, Aidan thought bitterly. A satisfied smile crept across her face as she imagined how her father's face would contort with anger when he found out that she had taken money from the safe.
She threw her bag out her window and then jumped down herself. She had practice sneaking out at night and knew how to reach the ground without breaking any limbs. Tossing her bag over her shoulder, she took one last look at the grandiose whitewashed brick house with its vines creeping up to the chimney. I'll never see it again, she thought, at least I hope I won't.
She made her way to the docks and boarded the ship. Aidan slept peacefully on her cot while the ship set sail towards Tortuga; towards freedom.
How'd you like it? I'm a little disappointed with it to tell you the truth, so if you have any suggestions then I might change it. Don't worry Jack will show up soon, and please refrain from asking what she looks like, her description is coming in the next chapter (which will be MUCH longer) If you have any suggestions, corrections, praises, complaints etc then review or email me