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Chapter Three; Set Sail
Monice couldn't get to sleep the night before; she was too exited about her holiday. So by the time she had to leave Monice was exhausted. She was still curious as to why her father wanted a 'special word' with her when they had set for sail though.
When she finally set foot on the Renis Relisque, it was safe to say that she was relieved. Monice was happy to see the fading sight of Port Royale. She leaned against the railing of the ship and breathed in the fresh air. Well, no, she didn't. She was actually below deck puking her guts out due to seasickness.
Monice heard a knock on her cabin door.
"Monice? Are you alright darling?" her father asked.
"Yes. . . I'm. . . um . . . fine. Yes, I'm fine now! Come in!" she lied.
Her door opened and her father stepped inside, wrinkling his nose at the smell of vomit that hit his senses. He looked around for the cause and saw a bucket sitting next to Monice's bed. She was lying down and looked decidedly pale.
"Are you sure you feel well dear?" he asked again.
"Yes, I'm fine," she dismissed his concern with a wave of her arm.
"Good, because I have something of great importance to tell you," he said.
Monice sat up quickly and immediately felt woozy again. She decided to lie down again.
"Well, I don't know how to say this, but here goes! You're getting married!" he said, beaming in an annoying manner.
Monice couldn't believe her ears.
"What?" she said.
"I know, that's exactly what I said when Theobald Whittington asked me for my blessing, isn't it wonderful?" he exclaimed, waving his hands in a ridiculous and irritating fashion.
"Theobald?" she whispered to herself in despair.
"Yes! Isn't he a wonderful chappie? Landlord you know! Very respectable fellow!"
Monice raised a sceptical eyebrow, thinking 'I'll bet he is,' with just a hint of sarcasm. He spent most of his time in the Brothel fritting his money away.
"I'm not going to marry him. For one, I'm too young and secondly he is a drunk! I've seen- no- heard him crawling home from a night out, which is every night if I remember correctly. I'd be surprised if he was sober whilst he asked your permission for my hand in marriage!" she exclaimed, feeling a little angry thinking along the lines of 'Never In A Million Years,'
His face darkened.
"You WILL marry him! And you are NOT too young. Many women your age have been made good mothers, and wives!"
"Yes, all of the whores and commoners!"
He looked as if he was about to kill her with his own hands.
"I repeat, you WILL marry him. The wedding is in two months when we arrive back to Port Royale," he said sternly.
Monice gulped and, holding back a sob, she pushed past her father and ran out of the room.
When she got out of her door, there were two sets of stairs. The ones on her right lead upwards on to the decks, and the ones on her left went downwards into darkness. She took a left and ran as fast as she could without her sense of sight down the stairs, as she didn't want everybody to see her only dressed in her white nightgown. Rather improper and un-lady- like. Besides, it was practically see through.
As she reached the bottom step, the smell of gunpowder hit her nose.
"Urghh," she said to herself.
Eventually she felt around for something to sit on. She would have to wait a while before her father's blood pressure dropped a few notches.
"Awfully dark in here," she said, still talking to herself.
She managed to find herself some matches (what are the odds?) and struck one so she could see.
"Not very bright. I should find a candle before this goes out."
Out of the corner of her eye she saw a candlewick and she lit it quickly without thinking.
"Oh, goodness, that candle is going down awfully fast, and its not even that bright!" she said.
Then it hit her.
"OH HEAVENS! IT'S A CANNON!" she shrieked.
What was she to do now?
Her eyes widened.
BANG!!!
She fainted.
Ha ha ha ha ha! Evil cliffie!!!! What do ya think happens next? Well, review! Your reviews= my inspiration= your updates!
Enjoy!
Chapter Three; Set Sail
Monice couldn't get to sleep the night before; she was too exited about her holiday. So by the time she had to leave Monice was exhausted. She was still curious as to why her father wanted a 'special word' with her when they had set for sail though.
When she finally set foot on the Renis Relisque, it was safe to say that she was relieved. Monice was happy to see the fading sight of Port Royale. She leaned against the railing of the ship and breathed in the fresh air. Well, no, she didn't. She was actually below deck puking her guts out due to seasickness.
Monice heard a knock on her cabin door.
"Monice? Are you alright darling?" her father asked.
"Yes. . . I'm. . . um . . . fine. Yes, I'm fine now! Come in!" she lied.
Her door opened and her father stepped inside, wrinkling his nose at the smell of vomit that hit his senses. He looked around for the cause and saw a bucket sitting next to Monice's bed. She was lying down and looked decidedly pale.
"Are you sure you feel well dear?" he asked again.
"Yes, I'm fine," she dismissed his concern with a wave of her arm.
"Good, because I have something of great importance to tell you," he said.
Monice sat up quickly and immediately felt woozy again. She decided to lie down again.
"Well, I don't know how to say this, but here goes! You're getting married!" he said, beaming in an annoying manner.
Monice couldn't believe her ears.
"What?" she said.
"I know, that's exactly what I said when Theobald Whittington asked me for my blessing, isn't it wonderful?" he exclaimed, waving his hands in a ridiculous and irritating fashion.
"Theobald?" she whispered to herself in despair.
"Yes! Isn't he a wonderful chappie? Landlord you know! Very respectable fellow!"
Monice raised a sceptical eyebrow, thinking 'I'll bet he is,' with just a hint of sarcasm. He spent most of his time in the Brothel fritting his money away.
"I'm not going to marry him. For one, I'm too young and secondly he is a drunk! I've seen- no- heard him crawling home from a night out, which is every night if I remember correctly. I'd be surprised if he was sober whilst he asked your permission for my hand in marriage!" she exclaimed, feeling a little angry thinking along the lines of 'Never In A Million Years,'
His face darkened.
"You WILL marry him! And you are NOT too young. Many women your age have been made good mothers, and wives!"
"Yes, all of the whores and commoners!"
He looked as if he was about to kill her with his own hands.
"I repeat, you WILL marry him. The wedding is in two months when we arrive back to Port Royale," he said sternly.
Monice gulped and, holding back a sob, she pushed past her father and ran out of the room.
When she got out of her door, there were two sets of stairs. The ones on her right lead upwards on to the decks, and the ones on her left went downwards into darkness. She took a left and ran as fast as she could without her sense of sight down the stairs, as she didn't want everybody to see her only dressed in her white nightgown. Rather improper and un-lady- like. Besides, it was practically see through.
As she reached the bottom step, the smell of gunpowder hit her nose.
"Urghh," she said to herself.
Eventually she felt around for something to sit on. She would have to wait a while before her father's blood pressure dropped a few notches.
"Awfully dark in here," she said, still talking to herself.
She managed to find herself some matches (what are the odds?) and struck one so she could see.
"Not very bright. I should find a candle before this goes out."
Out of the corner of her eye she saw a candlewick and she lit it quickly without thinking.
"Oh, goodness, that candle is going down awfully fast, and its not even that bright!" she said.
Then it hit her.
"OH HEAVENS! IT'S A CANNON!" she shrieked.
What was she to do now?
Her eyes widened.
BANG!!!
She fainted.
Ha ha ha ha ha! Evil cliffie!!!! What do ya think happens next? Well, review! Your reviews= my inspiration= your updates!