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Fifteen Years Later....
The beautiful sword glinted in the early morning sunshine. It stood on display atop a wooden chest. It's shine revealed that it had not been handled in quite a long time, only cleaned until immaculateness. A delicate hand appeared and traced a loving finger up and down the blade. The hand belonged to a young woman with auburn hair and a sweet smile that accentuated her beautiful violet eyes.
"Daydreaming again?"
Violet turned abruptly to meet the eyes of her adoptive mother, Clarisse Montague.
"No," she replied with a smile, " I simply noticed that my father's sword was getting a bit dusty."
Lady Montague returned the smile and said, "My dear, that sword of yours has been cleaned and polished every day for the past 15 years. How could it be dusty?"
Violet frowned, and uttered in a small voice, "It's not my sword. It was my father's. Is my father's."
Lady Montague approached Violet, who had turned her gaze to the open balcony, where the sun now brightly shone against the ocean as if it were filled dazzling treasure. She placed a warm, friendly hand on Violet's shoulder and gingerly kissed the side of her head..
"I meant not to upset you, dear," she said quietly.
Violet sighed and returned, "You have not upset me. But you must understand that this sword means a great deal to me. My mother and father put their faith in me to protect and treasure this sword. I must honor their wishes."
Troubling memories crept their way into Violet's mind . She remembered waiting in the small crawl for her mother and father to return to her, all the while knowing they would not. She remembered when the Lord and Lady Montague had taken her in to live with them, there being the fact that they had been friends of her parents. She also remembered being told that it took a great deal of time for them to finally coax her to release the sword that her parents had bestowed upon her. Shuddering at the memory, she walked out onto her balcony to turn her attention on other things. She glanced down at the docks, where members of the Royal Navy were patrolling back and forth in front of the gallows, the place where all of the miscreants were kept before their execution. Violet's anger grew at the thought of all the pirates who had thought they could get by with stealing from her beloved hometown. Violet was always pleased to hear that another pirate had been caught and sent to the gallows. She had most to thank Captain Brenning for the capture of most of them.
The thought of him sent her mind pummeling into fantasies. Ever since she had been introduced to the charming Captain, his dashing smile had taken hold of her. She envisioned herself as his wife, holding on to his arm and staring off into the sunset as their children played behind them. She was sure that any day now, the Captain would propose marriage to her, however so far, past experiences had been disappointing. She had been so sure that he was going to propose to her the night before, at the dinner party thrown by her household, but he did not. The situation was most frustrating to her. Perhaps she would have to encourage him more, become a little more flirtatious?
"I spoke to the Captain earlier," a voice broke into Violets thoughts. She turned to her side and saw Lady Montague standing beside her at the balcony rail. She had been so lost in other thoughts that she had completely forgotten her step-mother's presence. A small, secretive smile played across the Lady's lips as she awaited Violet to question her.
"A-and what did he happen to say?" questioned Violet, a smile of her own forming.
"He happened to mention that he would be on patrol duty on the docks this afternoon..alone. I should think that one would enjoy a little company while working."
It was as if she had read her thoughts. "Yes," Violet thought, "I will approach him, and perhaps that will give him the confidence to ask me that special question that I long to hear from his lips."
"You're quite right," Violet spoke aloud," One would like an ounce of company after a while, wouldn't one?".
"Indeed!"
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A short while later Violet stood outside in one her most stunning Day Gowns, fanning herself in the sweltering Jamaican heat. A Miss Sascha Courtrai stood by her side also fanning herself with a somewhat less fashionable fan.
"Miss Brandon, Miss? May I ask why it is we're down' this? I thought ladies was supposed to have the men approach them, miss?" Sascha was only 15, and had always looked up to Violet as a sort of heroine, hearing as how she'd been attacked by pirates at age five and survived. Violet knew she could not approach the Captain all alone, so she had decided to have Sascha accompany her, knowing full well that she'd follow her anywhere.
"We are merely giving Captain Bending a nudge in the right direction, dear Sascha. It's not as if I've planned to ask his hand for marriage myself!" Violet retorted, although she wondered if he would accept if she did.
Opening their parasols to block the penetrating, mid-day sunlight, they headed for the docks. Violet walked on, determined, and just a bit afraid. She rehearsed in her head what she would say when she reached the Captain, when she felt a slight tugging at her arm. Shrugging it off, she continued to march on.
"Miss Violet, miss?"
"Yes, Sascha?" Violet irritably turned to face her younger friend.
"Look!" Sascha pointed out toward the ocean.
Squinting in the unbearable light, Violet could only just make out a small boat sail into the harbor. As it glided closer, she noticed a man standing beside the mast, a calm expression upon his face. The appearance of him provoked a great disapprovment in Violet. The man had coal painted across the perimeters of his equally coal-black eyes. His hair seemed to be in the state of extreme uncleanliness. His beard had been braided into two tassels, and he wore a revolting, faded leather hat.
As he lowered the sails of his small ship to prepare anchorage in the harbor, he caught sight of Violet and young Sascha watching him. With one swift movement, he lowered his hat in a bow-like state, and smirked in a most ungentlemanly manner. Violet did not smile back.
Upon disembarking, two Royal Navy members marched up to the man and began to speak to him. Neither of the girls could hear what was said, but still they watched on. The Navy men looked very accusative, whilst the disheveled sailor held up his hands, seemingly to explain himself. All at once, he ran, rushing past the men, who seemed surprised at his sudden movement. Soon, however, they began to chase him into town, followed by more of the King's Navy.
"Looks as if they've another pirate on their 'ands." Sascha chirped. Noticing Violet's agitated glare, she added quickly, "Not to worry Miss Violet, he'll be caught for sure, 'fore the day's out."
Violet furrowed her brow, then concentrated on the real matter at hand. Clearing, her throat, she turned around and headed in the opposite direction, followed closely by Sascha. They soon caught gaze of Brenning speaking hurriedly with other officers. Upon their arrival though, the men quickly bowed and silenced their once heated discussion..
"Miss Brandon, Miss Cardrew! What brings you here of all places on this fine day?" Brenning asked with a smile that made Violet's heart flutter.
"We are here merely to hear you were well dear Captain!" Violet said, flashing him her most radiant smile.
"I am well, Ladies! I thank you for your inquiries!" An awkward silence befell them, until Sascha began to shuffle her feet, as she always did when nervous. After yet another moment of silence, Brenning finally spoke,
"I was wishing to peak to you in private this evening, Miss Brandon? May I? Perhaps I could call round you home?" Violet's heart lept!
"Of course you may Captain! And you may also call me Violet, if you wish?"
"That I shall, Violet."
With a satisfied smile, Violet curtsied slightly and walked away, toward her home, with Sascha at her heels.
"What a prize she'll be, aye Captain?" one of the other officers jested at Brenning.
"Indeed, she will," Brenning replied with a greedy look in his eyes as he watched Violet out of sight.
OK! That was the first chapter!! Please review if you'd like me to write more!!
Fifteen Years Later....
The beautiful sword glinted in the early morning sunshine. It stood on display atop a wooden chest. It's shine revealed that it had not been handled in quite a long time, only cleaned until immaculateness. A delicate hand appeared and traced a loving finger up and down the blade. The hand belonged to a young woman with auburn hair and a sweet smile that accentuated her beautiful violet eyes.
"Daydreaming again?"
Violet turned abruptly to meet the eyes of her adoptive mother, Clarisse Montague.
"No," she replied with a smile, " I simply noticed that my father's sword was getting a bit dusty."
Lady Montague returned the smile and said, "My dear, that sword of yours has been cleaned and polished every day for the past 15 years. How could it be dusty?"
Violet frowned, and uttered in a small voice, "It's not my sword. It was my father's. Is my father's."
Lady Montague approached Violet, who had turned her gaze to the open balcony, where the sun now brightly shone against the ocean as if it were filled dazzling treasure. She placed a warm, friendly hand on Violet's shoulder and gingerly kissed the side of her head..
"I meant not to upset you, dear," she said quietly.
Violet sighed and returned, "You have not upset me. But you must understand that this sword means a great deal to me. My mother and father put their faith in me to protect and treasure this sword. I must honor their wishes."
Troubling memories crept their way into Violet's mind . She remembered waiting in the small crawl for her mother and father to return to her, all the while knowing they would not. She remembered when the Lord and Lady Montague had taken her in to live with them, there being the fact that they had been friends of her parents. She also remembered being told that it took a great deal of time for them to finally coax her to release the sword that her parents had bestowed upon her. Shuddering at the memory, she walked out onto her balcony to turn her attention on other things. She glanced down at the docks, where members of the Royal Navy were patrolling back and forth in front of the gallows, the place where all of the miscreants were kept before their execution. Violet's anger grew at the thought of all the pirates who had thought they could get by with stealing from her beloved hometown. Violet was always pleased to hear that another pirate had been caught and sent to the gallows. She had most to thank Captain Brenning for the capture of most of them.
The thought of him sent her mind pummeling into fantasies. Ever since she had been introduced to the charming Captain, his dashing smile had taken hold of her. She envisioned herself as his wife, holding on to his arm and staring off into the sunset as their children played behind them. She was sure that any day now, the Captain would propose marriage to her, however so far, past experiences had been disappointing. She had been so sure that he was going to propose to her the night before, at the dinner party thrown by her household, but he did not. The situation was most frustrating to her. Perhaps she would have to encourage him more, become a little more flirtatious?
"I spoke to the Captain earlier," a voice broke into Violets thoughts. She turned to her side and saw Lady Montague standing beside her at the balcony rail. She had been so lost in other thoughts that she had completely forgotten her step-mother's presence. A small, secretive smile played across the Lady's lips as she awaited Violet to question her.
"A-and what did he happen to say?" questioned Violet, a smile of her own forming.
"He happened to mention that he would be on patrol duty on the docks this afternoon..alone. I should think that one would enjoy a little company while working."
It was as if she had read her thoughts. "Yes," Violet thought, "I will approach him, and perhaps that will give him the confidence to ask me that special question that I long to hear from his lips."
"You're quite right," Violet spoke aloud," One would like an ounce of company after a while, wouldn't one?".
"Indeed!"
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A short while later Violet stood outside in one her most stunning Day Gowns, fanning herself in the sweltering Jamaican heat. A Miss Sascha Courtrai stood by her side also fanning herself with a somewhat less fashionable fan.
"Miss Brandon, Miss? May I ask why it is we're down' this? I thought ladies was supposed to have the men approach them, miss?" Sascha was only 15, and had always looked up to Violet as a sort of heroine, hearing as how she'd been attacked by pirates at age five and survived. Violet knew she could not approach the Captain all alone, so she had decided to have Sascha accompany her, knowing full well that she'd follow her anywhere.
"We are merely giving Captain Bending a nudge in the right direction, dear Sascha. It's not as if I've planned to ask his hand for marriage myself!" Violet retorted, although she wondered if he would accept if she did.
Opening their parasols to block the penetrating, mid-day sunlight, they headed for the docks. Violet walked on, determined, and just a bit afraid. She rehearsed in her head what she would say when she reached the Captain, when she felt a slight tugging at her arm. Shrugging it off, she continued to march on.
"Miss Violet, miss?"
"Yes, Sascha?" Violet irritably turned to face her younger friend.
"Look!" Sascha pointed out toward the ocean.
Squinting in the unbearable light, Violet could only just make out a small boat sail into the harbor. As it glided closer, she noticed a man standing beside the mast, a calm expression upon his face. The appearance of him provoked a great disapprovment in Violet. The man had coal painted across the perimeters of his equally coal-black eyes. His hair seemed to be in the state of extreme uncleanliness. His beard had been braided into two tassels, and he wore a revolting, faded leather hat.
As he lowered the sails of his small ship to prepare anchorage in the harbor, he caught sight of Violet and young Sascha watching him. With one swift movement, he lowered his hat in a bow-like state, and smirked in a most ungentlemanly manner. Violet did not smile back.
Upon disembarking, two Royal Navy members marched up to the man and began to speak to him. Neither of the girls could hear what was said, but still they watched on. The Navy men looked very accusative, whilst the disheveled sailor held up his hands, seemingly to explain himself. All at once, he ran, rushing past the men, who seemed surprised at his sudden movement. Soon, however, they began to chase him into town, followed by more of the King's Navy.
"Looks as if they've another pirate on their 'ands." Sascha chirped. Noticing Violet's agitated glare, she added quickly, "Not to worry Miss Violet, he'll be caught for sure, 'fore the day's out."
Violet furrowed her brow, then concentrated on the real matter at hand. Clearing, her throat, she turned around and headed in the opposite direction, followed closely by Sascha. They soon caught gaze of Brenning speaking hurriedly with other officers. Upon their arrival though, the men quickly bowed and silenced their once heated discussion..
"Miss Brandon, Miss Cardrew! What brings you here of all places on this fine day?" Brenning asked with a smile that made Violet's heart flutter.
"We are here merely to hear you were well dear Captain!" Violet said, flashing him her most radiant smile.
"I am well, Ladies! I thank you for your inquiries!" An awkward silence befell them, until Sascha began to shuffle her feet, as she always did when nervous. After yet another moment of silence, Brenning finally spoke,
"I was wishing to peak to you in private this evening, Miss Brandon? May I? Perhaps I could call round you home?" Violet's heart lept!
"Of course you may Captain! And you may also call me Violet, if you wish?"
"That I shall, Violet."
With a satisfied smile, Violet curtsied slightly and walked away, toward her home, with Sascha at her heels.
"What a prize she'll be, aye Captain?" one of the other officers jested at Brenning.
"Indeed, she will," Brenning replied with a greedy look in his eyes as he watched Violet out of sight.
OK! That was the first chapter!! Please review if you'd like me to write more!!