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Violet entered her home with a blissful smile upon her face. She was sure that this time Brenning would propose. She was sure of it. Her home was unnaturally silent as she stood in the foyer removing her white gloves from her hands, and taking off her extremely heavy hat and placing them on a nearby table. 'Perhaps the servants have gone with Lady Montague to prepare for the Summer Festivity.' she thought. The Summer Festivity was a ball that the town held every year.
Lifting her dress slightly above her ankles she started upstairs to attire in a more comfortable gown. Her Day Gown was very lovely, however it was very snug. As she glanced at her complexion in the mirror, she heard a noise from her room . It was a very soft sound, most would not have been able to hear it. Tilting her head to see down the hallway, she noticed a most irregular shadow coming form her room. Creeping slowly down the hallway, so as not to have her presence made known, Violet strained her ears to hear more. Soon enough, footsteps were heard from her room, accompanied by more moving shadows. 'Perhaps it is only the maid' Violet thought, but she secretly suspected that it wasn't.. Slowly and quietly she removed a sword that had been in an ornate case on the wall. Her heart pounded. Not with fear, but with almost excitement and wonder. Ever so slowly she craned her slender neck around the doorway.
What she saw arose such an anger in her that she could not describe. There stood the very pirate that she had seen on the docks earlier that day, and he was fondling her father's sword with an intrigued look in his dark brown eyes.
"You will remove your hands from my sword, sir, or I will use this word upon you in a way that is most discomforting!"
Violet's sudden presence startled the pirate so much that he jumped a step and the sword that he had held seconds before clattered to the floor. Before he could make a move to pick it up again, Violet had whipped her sword to his throat so that if he had moved forward at all, he would be killed. Without a trace of fear in his eyes, the pirate replied ,
"I'm terribly sorry, luv, but I'll be takin this sword whether I 'ave your consent or not."
"I'll be dead first before I let you walk out of here with it!" Violet raged back. The pirate seemed to consider a moment before he replied with,
"Well, I'd hate to kill a lady. 'Specially one so lovely as yerself. So that bein' the matter, I'll make ye a deal, luv. I'll fight ye for this 'ere sword. Firs' one to deprive the other 'o' their sword, gets this 'ere sword that ye fancy so much. Do we 'ave an accord?" Still on the ground, the pirate held up his hand towards Violet who still held her sword at his throat.
Violet knew that she could kill him now, but something stopped her. Her hesitation angered her. As much as she hated pirates, she could not kill a man (though a pirate he may be) unfairly. She slowly lowered her weapon from his throat.
A slow smile spread over the pirate's face as she did so.
"I knew you'd come round, luv." The pirate then grasped the sword on the ground and stood before Violet, the same smirk on his face. Lifting the sword in a seemingly threatening matter, he jested,
"Shall we?"
Raising her own sword in return, Violet replied,
"Do not assume that you will beat me, Pirate. I have studied the art of fencing since the age of six."
Tracing the sheath of his sword against hers, he replied,
"Oh, but this is not fencing, luv. It's swordplay." And with that, he sent the first attack maneuver against the lady's blade. Violet immediately blocked in a way that proved she was no amateur. The pirate was surprised by her quick retaliation, but soon recovered. The next move was made by Violet. Their swords clashed together, sending an eerie high pitched ring into the room. Violet slowly forced the pirate into a corner, a triumphant look upon her face. But sooner had she sent another blow, than the pirate seemed to gain more energy sending her slowly inching backward instead. They were soon in the hallway, with their shadows dancing upon the walls. Violet gasped in frustration as she realized that, here, there was no room to for her to fight and she was beginning to lose the battle that she so much needed to win. Using most of her strength, she sent a terrifying strike into the pirate's blade, allowing her to run down the hall, where she would more room to once again regain control over the battle.
She jumped as she turned around, and barely had time to hold strongly to her blade against a blow that the pirate had struck towards her. Feeling more power course through her, she began sending strike after strike, each time hoping that it would be the strike to knock her precious sword from the pirate's unwashed hand. As soon as she had him against the wall again, he darted quickly behind her and slid down the stair banister. With fury in her eyes, she lept after him engaging in battle once more. Her patience was beginning to grow thin at the thought of him running away with her father's sword to simply sell it for gold and rum. Collecting all of her strength, she struck her sword against her father's sword that the pirate wielded . With a loud "pang" her beloved sword fell to the ground from the pirate's grasp. Her sword once again at his throat, she backed him up against the wall, a look of fury in her flaming eyes.
The pirate looked upon her with a most confused stare and tried to speak, however no words came out of his mouth. Finally he found the ability to speak,
"Listen, luv. I-I need that sword," he repeatedly pointed at the sword that lay on the ground. In return, Violet pushed her sword father toward his throat and he backed farther against the wall, staring down the long blade as though he couldn't understand what it was doing in his face. After a moment of silence, Violet finally spoke,
"You will leave this house, sir, and never return." The pirate's eyes widened a bit, then he smiled apologetically and started to edge his way to the door.
"I'll just be on me way then, shall I?" clasping his hands together in a gesture of thanks. Violet held her sword steady as she watched him begin to open the door to leave her home. Just as he was almost out the door, the pirate stopped, grabbed her father's sword that lay on the ground, and ran, with his arms flailing, out the door.
OK, once again, I must ask you to review if you want me to write more! Thanx!
Violet entered her home with a blissful smile upon her face. She was sure that this time Brenning would propose. She was sure of it. Her home was unnaturally silent as she stood in the foyer removing her white gloves from her hands, and taking off her extremely heavy hat and placing them on a nearby table. 'Perhaps the servants have gone with Lady Montague to prepare for the Summer Festivity.' she thought. The Summer Festivity was a ball that the town held every year.
Lifting her dress slightly above her ankles she started upstairs to attire in a more comfortable gown. Her Day Gown was very lovely, however it was very snug. As she glanced at her complexion in the mirror, she heard a noise from her room . It was a very soft sound, most would not have been able to hear it. Tilting her head to see down the hallway, she noticed a most irregular shadow coming form her room. Creeping slowly down the hallway, so as not to have her presence made known, Violet strained her ears to hear more. Soon enough, footsteps were heard from her room, accompanied by more moving shadows. 'Perhaps it is only the maid' Violet thought, but she secretly suspected that it wasn't.. Slowly and quietly she removed a sword that had been in an ornate case on the wall. Her heart pounded. Not with fear, but with almost excitement and wonder. Ever so slowly she craned her slender neck around the doorway.
What she saw arose such an anger in her that she could not describe. There stood the very pirate that she had seen on the docks earlier that day, and he was fondling her father's sword with an intrigued look in his dark brown eyes.
"You will remove your hands from my sword, sir, or I will use this word upon you in a way that is most discomforting!"
Violet's sudden presence startled the pirate so much that he jumped a step and the sword that he had held seconds before clattered to the floor. Before he could make a move to pick it up again, Violet had whipped her sword to his throat so that if he had moved forward at all, he would be killed. Without a trace of fear in his eyes, the pirate replied ,
"I'm terribly sorry, luv, but I'll be takin this sword whether I 'ave your consent or not."
"I'll be dead first before I let you walk out of here with it!" Violet raged back. The pirate seemed to consider a moment before he replied with,
"Well, I'd hate to kill a lady. 'Specially one so lovely as yerself. So that bein' the matter, I'll make ye a deal, luv. I'll fight ye for this 'ere sword. Firs' one to deprive the other 'o' their sword, gets this 'ere sword that ye fancy so much. Do we 'ave an accord?" Still on the ground, the pirate held up his hand towards Violet who still held her sword at his throat.
Violet knew that she could kill him now, but something stopped her. Her hesitation angered her. As much as she hated pirates, she could not kill a man (though a pirate he may be) unfairly. She slowly lowered her weapon from his throat.
A slow smile spread over the pirate's face as she did so.
"I knew you'd come round, luv." The pirate then grasped the sword on the ground and stood before Violet, the same smirk on his face. Lifting the sword in a seemingly threatening matter, he jested,
"Shall we?"
Raising her own sword in return, Violet replied,
"Do not assume that you will beat me, Pirate. I have studied the art of fencing since the age of six."
Tracing the sheath of his sword against hers, he replied,
"Oh, but this is not fencing, luv. It's swordplay." And with that, he sent the first attack maneuver against the lady's blade. Violet immediately blocked in a way that proved she was no amateur. The pirate was surprised by her quick retaliation, but soon recovered. The next move was made by Violet. Their swords clashed together, sending an eerie high pitched ring into the room. Violet slowly forced the pirate into a corner, a triumphant look upon her face. But sooner had she sent another blow, than the pirate seemed to gain more energy sending her slowly inching backward instead. They were soon in the hallway, with their shadows dancing upon the walls. Violet gasped in frustration as she realized that, here, there was no room to for her to fight and she was beginning to lose the battle that she so much needed to win. Using most of her strength, she sent a terrifying strike into the pirate's blade, allowing her to run down the hall, where she would more room to once again regain control over the battle.
She jumped as she turned around, and barely had time to hold strongly to her blade against a blow that the pirate had struck towards her. Feeling more power course through her, she began sending strike after strike, each time hoping that it would be the strike to knock her precious sword from the pirate's unwashed hand. As soon as she had him against the wall again, he darted quickly behind her and slid down the stair banister. With fury in her eyes, she lept after him engaging in battle once more. Her patience was beginning to grow thin at the thought of him running away with her father's sword to simply sell it for gold and rum. Collecting all of her strength, she struck her sword against her father's sword that the pirate wielded . With a loud "pang" her beloved sword fell to the ground from the pirate's grasp. Her sword once again at his throat, she backed him up against the wall, a look of fury in her flaming eyes.
The pirate looked upon her with a most confused stare and tried to speak, however no words came out of his mouth. Finally he found the ability to speak,
"Listen, luv. I-I need that sword," he repeatedly pointed at the sword that lay on the ground. In return, Violet pushed her sword father toward his throat and he backed farther against the wall, staring down the long blade as though he couldn't understand what it was doing in his face. After a moment of silence, Violet finally spoke,
"You will leave this house, sir, and never return." The pirate's eyes widened a bit, then he smiled apologetically and started to edge his way to the door.
"I'll just be on me way then, shall I?" clasping his hands together in a gesture of thanks. Violet held her sword steady as she watched him begin to open the door to leave her home. Just as he was almost out the door, the pirate stopped, grabbed her father's sword that lay on the ground, and ran, with his arms flailing, out the door.
OK, once again, I must ask you to review if you want me to write more! Thanx!