They walked on for about another half hour, slowly nearing the
plantation. About every ten minutes they stopped for Karen to catch her
breath, as her corset prevented her from being able to breathe deeply. This
prompted Belladonna to breathe as deeply as she could around Karen, even
though she seemed not to notice. She wheezed slightly, and her hair,
usually crisp and neat, was beginning to fall into her face. As they
walked along, Belladonna wondered why her sister had been at the docks at
all.
"Karen," she asked suddenly. "Why were you in town at all? Doesn't mother usually have the servants go to buy the food?"
Karen blushed slightly. "I.I just wanted some air. And to see the view. The sea is quite beautiful, you know. "
"AYE, that it is!" Jack broke in. He was walking backwards in front of them, running into people every now and then. He stumbled often, which, after examination, Belladonna found very odd. After all, she had been standing right next to him, and he didn't smell of liquor at all. In fact, he smelled rather nice, for a pirate. Was he acting drunk on purpose? She shrugged the matter off quickly, putting her mind back to her sister.
"The view? But what about your hair? You know salt air makes it feel like straw." She motioned to her own hair, which was, indeed, very straw- like. She felt awfully ladylike, knowing something like that, but blamed it on her mother and her first fifteen years of life that she would know something so useless.
"Well." Karen stammered. "I um, well-"
"You're courting a sailor, aren't you?" She said, sounding scandalized. Karen turned a furious shade of red, and meekly nodded.
"But please don't tell mother. she'd be so very angry."
"Why?" Belladonna asked. "Isn't a pirate, is he?" She smirked slightly, jerking her head towards Jack, who waved, grinning.
"NO!" she almost screamed. "Oh, goodness, I'm so sorry! Where are my manners today? Breaking mother's rules, yelling-"
"The boy?" Belle prompted.
"Oh, yes. Well, to be honest, he's a bit more than a sailor."
Belladonna raised an eyebrow. "A Capitan?"
"No. A commodore!"
Belladonna gasped. "No. really? Why would she be MAD about that?"
It took a few moments for Karen to answer. She seemed so uncomfortable talking about this sort of stuff. "Stupid git." Belladonna thought.
"Well," Karen said finally, "I haven't told her yet."
Belladonna stared at her in disbelief for a moment, but stopped suddenly. She saw the fence of the plantation coming up, and she knew she couldn't enter looking like this.
"Sis, has mother's eyesight gotten much worse?"
Karen nodded, happy to be off of the subject of whom she was dating. "Yes. She's nearly blind now, can't see much other than colors and shapes. No detail."
"Good." Belladonna said. With this, she began to pile her hair on top of her head, snatching a few pins out of her sister's. She let go and it all sat on top of her skull like a nest, rather messy and outrageous. But it was the right shape. She then sucked in her breath and held herself in a way that flared out her rear and lifted her bosom.
"Does it look like I'm wearing a corset?" She asked, glaring at Jack, who was laughing hysterically. She was beginning to doubt that she even wanted to be on the same ship as him anymore. But then she was brought back to the realization that she was considered a raving mad woman, and that no other Capitan would take her in. Karen nodded, and then turned to Jack.
"Sir, you should button up your jacket." She said softly. He struggled with the buttons for several minutes, before Karen went to help him. He insisted that he needed no assistance, and, after five more minutes, Belladonna rolled her eyes and stepped in, buttoning his jacket all the way down. He didn't struggle for her at all.
The three then began walking again. The old, weathered fence grew nearer and nearer, and the pale green house grew larger and larger on the hill. It was sprawling, with a porch that wrapped all the way around. It was at least three stories tall. As they walked closer, more memories came back to Belladonna. Just before the fence, they stopped. Karen looked at Belladonna, as though she had to tell her something.
"What? What is it?" Belladonna asked.
"I forgot to tell you something. I told mother you've been living in London, so crispen your accent a bit, her seeing's gone but her hearing is terribly acute."
"This better?" Belladonna said, her voice a bit higher, and much, much brisker.
"One more thing" Karen said. Belladonna gave her a 'What NOW?' look. "You haven't been living in London alone.I told mum you were married. Three years ago."
Belladonna rolled her eyes. "Oh, had to have me married off at seventeen, eh? I was becoming a bit of an old maid, wasn't I? Haven't had any children, have I?" Karen couldn't tell by Belladonna's tone weather she was angry or extremely amused.
"Yes." Karen admitted. "But-"
"A birth!!!" Jack yelled out. "THAT calls for a toast, aye, it does!!"
"BUT," Karen continued, "I said it was a still-born."
Belladonna stared at Karen for a second, holding back laughter. She nodded. "Thank you, sister. I did say in my letters to say I was successful and happy."
"And far, far, far away." Karen pointed out.
Belladonna nodded, assumed her bosom-up-rear-out-tummy-in position, and walked on, to the house's porch. As they walked, Karen whispered in Jack's ear
"I don't mean to be rude, sir, but I feel it would be most beneficial to us all if you didn't speak much. Or get too close to mother."
Jack nodded and squeezed her shoulder. Karen then walked back up to Belladonna, wiping it off with a handkerchief.
Ok guys, that's it till august. Again, DON'T FORGET MEEE OR MY STORY!
"Karen," she asked suddenly. "Why were you in town at all? Doesn't mother usually have the servants go to buy the food?"
Karen blushed slightly. "I.I just wanted some air. And to see the view. The sea is quite beautiful, you know. "
"AYE, that it is!" Jack broke in. He was walking backwards in front of them, running into people every now and then. He stumbled often, which, after examination, Belladonna found very odd. After all, she had been standing right next to him, and he didn't smell of liquor at all. In fact, he smelled rather nice, for a pirate. Was he acting drunk on purpose? She shrugged the matter off quickly, putting her mind back to her sister.
"The view? But what about your hair? You know salt air makes it feel like straw." She motioned to her own hair, which was, indeed, very straw- like. She felt awfully ladylike, knowing something like that, but blamed it on her mother and her first fifteen years of life that she would know something so useless.
"Well." Karen stammered. "I um, well-"
"You're courting a sailor, aren't you?" She said, sounding scandalized. Karen turned a furious shade of red, and meekly nodded.
"But please don't tell mother. she'd be so very angry."
"Why?" Belladonna asked. "Isn't a pirate, is he?" She smirked slightly, jerking her head towards Jack, who waved, grinning.
"NO!" she almost screamed. "Oh, goodness, I'm so sorry! Where are my manners today? Breaking mother's rules, yelling-"
"The boy?" Belle prompted.
"Oh, yes. Well, to be honest, he's a bit more than a sailor."
Belladonna raised an eyebrow. "A Capitan?"
"No. A commodore!"
Belladonna gasped. "No. really? Why would she be MAD about that?"
It took a few moments for Karen to answer. She seemed so uncomfortable talking about this sort of stuff. "Stupid git." Belladonna thought.
"Well," Karen said finally, "I haven't told her yet."
Belladonna stared at her in disbelief for a moment, but stopped suddenly. She saw the fence of the plantation coming up, and she knew she couldn't enter looking like this.
"Sis, has mother's eyesight gotten much worse?"
Karen nodded, happy to be off of the subject of whom she was dating. "Yes. She's nearly blind now, can't see much other than colors and shapes. No detail."
"Good." Belladonna said. With this, she began to pile her hair on top of her head, snatching a few pins out of her sister's. She let go and it all sat on top of her skull like a nest, rather messy and outrageous. But it was the right shape. She then sucked in her breath and held herself in a way that flared out her rear and lifted her bosom.
"Does it look like I'm wearing a corset?" She asked, glaring at Jack, who was laughing hysterically. She was beginning to doubt that she even wanted to be on the same ship as him anymore. But then she was brought back to the realization that she was considered a raving mad woman, and that no other Capitan would take her in. Karen nodded, and then turned to Jack.
"Sir, you should button up your jacket." She said softly. He struggled with the buttons for several minutes, before Karen went to help him. He insisted that he needed no assistance, and, after five more minutes, Belladonna rolled her eyes and stepped in, buttoning his jacket all the way down. He didn't struggle for her at all.
The three then began walking again. The old, weathered fence grew nearer and nearer, and the pale green house grew larger and larger on the hill. It was sprawling, with a porch that wrapped all the way around. It was at least three stories tall. As they walked closer, more memories came back to Belladonna. Just before the fence, they stopped. Karen looked at Belladonna, as though she had to tell her something.
"What? What is it?" Belladonna asked.
"I forgot to tell you something. I told mother you've been living in London, so crispen your accent a bit, her seeing's gone but her hearing is terribly acute."
"This better?" Belladonna said, her voice a bit higher, and much, much brisker.
"One more thing" Karen said. Belladonna gave her a 'What NOW?' look. "You haven't been living in London alone.I told mum you were married. Three years ago."
Belladonna rolled her eyes. "Oh, had to have me married off at seventeen, eh? I was becoming a bit of an old maid, wasn't I? Haven't had any children, have I?" Karen couldn't tell by Belladonna's tone weather she was angry or extremely amused.
"Yes." Karen admitted. "But-"
"A birth!!!" Jack yelled out. "THAT calls for a toast, aye, it does!!"
"BUT," Karen continued, "I said it was a still-born."
Belladonna stared at Karen for a second, holding back laughter. She nodded. "Thank you, sister. I did say in my letters to say I was successful and happy."
"And far, far, far away." Karen pointed out.
Belladonna nodded, assumed her bosom-up-rear-out-tummy-in position, and walked on, to the house's porch. As they walked, Karen whispered in Jack's ear
"I don't mean to be rude, sir, but I feel it would be most beneficial to us all if you didn't speak much. Or get too close to mother."
Jack nodded and squeezed her shoulder. Karen then walked back up to Belladonna, wiping it off with a handkerchief.
Ok guys, that's it till august. Again, DON'T FORGET MEEE OR MY STORY!
