Disclaimer: I don't own Pirates of the Caribbean nor the characters but
some of the characters in this story are from my own imagination. Any
similarities with real people are highly coincidental.
Fleur awoke with a start. She clutched her abdomen and brought in long, deep breaths. She took in her surroundings. She was in a lavishly decorated room and in a bed big enough to make a whole cabin. A roof to floor window was open bringing in the sounds of the ocean and the sounds of Port Royal's life. She swung her legs over the side of the bed and walked out onto the balcony. She searched the docks for her fathers ship and could see no trace of the mysterious Black Pearl.
"Oh you're awake ma'am" came a high voice from behind her.
Fleur swung to look at the owner of the voice and braced herself for any attack. The maid looked at her weirdly.
"Do you want to get out of those rags dear?" the maid asked.
Fleur looked down at her clothes, which consisted of a white, billowy shirt, tightened with a black corset that was tensed up by the laces at the front, long lilac skirts with various white layers underneath and a dark purple sash thrown over her skirt embroidered with bells and coins.
"No, do you wanna get outta here?" Fleur snapped.
The maid bowed and made a hasty retreat. Going back to the balcony Fleur saw that she was four floors above the ground. She turned back to the bed; if she could pull off all the sheets and tie them together she could scale down the side of the house and make a hasty retreat. She got to work. She had tied all the red silk sheets together and had just thrown it over the side when James entered.
"Am I interrupting anything?" he asked.
Fleur jumped in shock, "what do you want?" she asked coldly hiding the rope behind her.
"I was wondering what you were doing with my families sheets?" he asked.
"I thought your father was a blacksmith. No blacksmith lives in a house this exquisite"
"Is that so?" James asked, "Well this so happens to be my grandfather's house and my father is a blacksmith. We live with grandfather but father still does his blacksmith work"
"I didn't ask for your entire life story now be a good boy and turn around" Fleur smiled.
James didn't turn.
"Umm...this is the part where you turn around" Fleur whispered.
James shrugged his shoulders and clapped his hands. Four male servants entered and headed towards her. Fleur eyed them seriously and tried to escape their grasp when they grabbed her roughly.
"What the blazers is this?" Fleur demanded fighting against the men who were pulling her towards the door.
She kicked and bit until they let her go. She was now in a bathroom with the largest bathtub she had ever seen. Steam rose from the soapy water and Fleur could feel herself dying to get in. James came up beside her.
"Grandfather said you should take a bath before supper, there are clothes behind the dresser. A maid will come here in half an hour and see if you're ready"
He left without another word. Fleur hesitantly looked around. Timidly she slipped from her clothes and sunk into the hot water. She submerged her head then rose again, the water running off her hair in droplets.
"My god," she whispered, "this is beautiful"
She laid in the bath, trailing her fingertips over the water. She let her thoughts drift to her father...maybe she had been too cold to him...
Jack Sparrow kept his eyes focused on the compass in front of him. He looked up only when he felt another presence beside him.
"Daddy, is not this the way to Port Royal?" Fleur asked peering at his compass wondering where he intended to take them this time.
Jack grinned, "yes" he answered simply.
"Are we intending to head there?" Fleur asked biting her tongue.
Jack laughed heartily, "you can bet yer blazers we ain't. Now go unfurl some sails or do something. Said to be bad luck fer a woman to be aboard a ship as grand as the Pearl"
"Since when did you consider if your luck was good or dire?" Fleur muttered darkly turning her back to her father.
"Since the day I learned my daughter could get herself caught by guards, savvy?" Jack replied a grin plastered across his face.
Fleur growled angrily and stormed off. She leaned on the railing and peered out to sea. The crystal clear waters below provided her to witness beautiful scenery of coral and tropical fish. She looked up and noticed that they were gaining on the location of Port Royal. She cast a glance back at her father; he was still remaining at the wheel, focused on his compass. Licking her lips and relieving them of the salty spray that rested on them Fleur headed towards the stern. She waited for the opportune moment and when she saw fit cast a longing glance back at her home.
"Miss?"
"Huh?" Fleur breathed opening her eyes.
She was in the same bathroom she had been when she closed her eyes.
"You alright miss?" the maid pressed, "I brought in some fresh clothes for your grandest"
"Get out!" Fleur snapped realizing some girl was in the same bathroom as she.
The girl hurried out and Fleur looked for her old garments. They were nowhere to be seen. Frustrated she pushed on the dress and tied it up correctly. When she exited the bathroom two maids stared at her is awe.
"You know how to tie a dress such as that?" they asked.
"Who wouldn't? It's simple" Fleur explained like they were idiots.
She looked up and noticed Elizabeth eyeing her on the stairs, "Is everything proper Miss Vazquez?" she asked, "I hope the maids did not do an unsatisfying job while dressing you?"
Fleur raised an eyebrow at her, what was she going on about. James came up behind his mother.
"Ahhh, Miss Vazquez I'm glad you enjoyed your bath," he said joyfully.
Fleur opened her mouth to speak but James hustled her away.
"Supper is ready is it not mother?" he asked.
"That it is James" his mother replied casting her eyes in Fleur's direction.
Fleur was led into a dining hall and was directed to a high-backed chair. She looked down at the 6 different sets of spoons, forks and knives positioned in front of her.
"Miss Vazquez, how did you come to Port Royal?" Elizabeth inquired.
Fleur looked up at her, something inside her wanted to slap that rich bitch.
"Our ship...was attacked - " Fleur lied, "I was thrown overboard by a sailor"
"Thrown overboard, oh how dreadful" Elizabeth sighed, "funny" she added, "that you drifted onto Port Royal's coastline from a ship that was not even spotted from my fathers fort"
Fleur looked up at her, "that, miss, is because we were not attacked by any ordinary ship" she told her, "pirates" she whispered giving an eerie feeling to the room.
Will cleared his throat loudly and distracted his wife from the glare she was giving to Fleur.
"Well Miss...we not know of your name yet"
"Esmeralda. Esmeralda Vazquez" Fleur said politely, then picked up a fork and poked at her food.
James tried averting his attention from the black tresses that extended from Fleur's head but soon gave up wishing just to fall asleep beside her. His mothers voice brought him back to reality.
"James tells us you are from a well-off family. Nothing like the kind you find at some ports" Elizabeth inquired.
Fleur smiled over her glass that she help up at her lips, she may be a pirate's daughter and a pirate herself but she could pass off as some rich bitch any day.
"Oh contraire, ma'am. From a Governors family, quite like yerself"
She quickly bit her tongue; she had let "yer" slip. Elizabeth did seem to have noticed though.
"Quarters for you have been prepared until a trading ship or similar can leave for your home country. I hope they will not be too shabby for a governor's daughter?" she told her silkily.
"I've seen things ma'am that would have prepared me for any accommodation" Fleur replied just as frigidly.
Fleur awoke with a start. She clutched her abdomen and brought in long, deep breaths. She took in her surroundings. She was in a lavishly decorated room and in a bed big enough to make a whole cabin. A roof to floor window was open bringing in the sounds of the ocean and the sounds of Port Royal's life. She swung her legs over the side of the bed and walked out onto the balcony. She searched the docks for her fathers ship and could see no trace of the mysterious Black Pearl.
"Oh you're awake ma'am" came a high voice from behind her.
Fleur swung to look at the owner of the voice and braced herself for any attack. The maid looked at her weirdly.
"Do you want to get out of those rags dear?" the maid asked.
Fleur looked down at her clothes, which consisted of a white, billowy shirt, tightened with a black corset that was tensed up by the laces at the front, long lilac skirts with various white layers underneath and a dark purple sash thrown over her skirt embroidered with bells and coins.
"No, do you wanna get outta here?" Fleur snapped.
The maid bowed and made a hasty retreat. Going back to the balcony Fleur saw that she was four floors above the ground. She turned back to the bed; if she could pull off all the sheets and tie them together she could scale down the side of the house and make a hasty retreat. She got to work. She had tied all the red silk sheets together and had just thrown it over the side when James entered.
"Am I interrupting anything?" he asked.
Fleur jumped in shock, "what do you want?" she asked coldly hiding the rope behind her.
"I was wondering what you were doing with my families sheets?" he asked.
"I thought your father was a blacksmith. No blacksmith lives in a house this exquisite"
"Is that so?" James asked, "Well this so happens to be my grandfather's house and my father is a blacksmith. We live with grandfather but father still does his blacksmith work"
"I didn't ask for your entire life story now be a good boy and turn around" Fleur smiled.
James didn't turn.
"Umm...this is the part where you turn around" Fleur whispered.
James shrugged his shoulders and clapped his hands. Four male servants entered and headed towards her. Fleur eyed them seriously and tried to escape their grasp when they grabbed her roughly.
"What the blazers is this?" Fleur demanded fighting against the men who were pulling her towards the door.
She kicked and bit until they let her go. She was now in a bathroom with the largest bathtub she had ever seen. Steam rose from the soapy water and Fleur could feel herself dying to get in. James came up beside her.
"Grandfather said you should take a bath before supper, there are clothes behind the dresser. A maid will come here in half an hour and see if you're ready"
He left without another word. Fleur hesitantly looked around. Timidly she slipped from her clothes and sunk into the hot water. She submerged her head then rose again, the water running off her hair in droplets.
"My god," she whispered, "this is beautiful"
She laid in the bath, trailing her fingertips over the water. She let her thoughts drift to her father...maybe she had been too cold to him...
Jack Sparrow kept his eyes focused on the compass in front of him. He looked up only when he felt another presence beside him.
"Daddy, is not this the way to Port Royal?" Fleur asked peering at his compass wondering where he intended to take them this time.
Jack grinned, "yes" he answered simply.
"Are we intending to head there?" Fleur asked biting her tongue.
Jack laughed heartily, "you can bet yer blazers we ain't. Now go unfurl some sails or do something. Said to be bad luck fer a woman to be aboard a ship as grand as the Pearl"
"Since when did you consider if your luck was good or dire?" Fleur muttered darkly turning her back to her father.
"Since the day I learned my daughter could get herself caught by guards, savvy?" Jack replied a grin plastered across his face.
Fleur growled angrily and stormed off. She leaned on the railing and peered out to sea. The crystal clear waters below provided her to witness beautiful scenery of coral and tropical fish. She looked up and noticed that they were gaining on the location of Port Royal. She cast a glance back at her father; he was still remaining at the wheel, focused on his compass. Licking her lips and relieving them of the salty spray that rested on them Fleur headed towards the stern. She waited for the opportune moment and when she saw fit cast a longing glance back at her home.
"Miss?"
"Huh?" Fleur breathed opening her eyes.
She was in the same bathroom she had been when she closed her eyes.
"You alright miss?" the maid pressed, "I brought in some fresh clothes for your grandest"
"Get out!" Fleur snapped realizing some girl was in the same bathroom as she.
The girl hurried out and Fleur looked for her old garments. They were nowhere to be seen. Frustrated she pushed on the dress and tied it up correctly. When she exited the bathroom two maids stared at her is awe.
"You know how to tie a dress such as that?" they asked.
"Who wouldn't? It's simple" Fleur explained like they were idiots.
She looked up and noticed Elizabeth eyeing her on the stairs, "Is everything proper Miss Vazquez?" she asked, "I hope the maids did not do an unsatisfying job while dressing you?"
Fleur raised an eyebrow at her, what was she going on about. James came up behind his mother.
"Ahhh, Miss Vazquez I'm glad you enjoyed your bath," he said joyfully.
Fleur opened her mouth to speak but James hustled her away.
"Supper is ready is it not mother?" he asked.
"That it is James" his mother replied casting her eyes in Fleur's direction.
Fleur was led into a dining hall and was directed to a high-backed chair. She looked down at the 6 different sets of spoons, forks and knives positioned in front of her.
"Miss Vazquez, how did you come to Port Royal?" Elizabeth inquired.
Fleur looked up at her, something inside her wanted to slap that rich bitch.
"Our ship...was attacked - " Fleur lied, "I was thrown overboard by a sailor"
"Thrown overboard, oh how dreadful" Elizabeth sighed, "funny" she added, "that you drifted onto Port Royal's coastline from a ship that was not even spotted from my fathers fort"
Fleur looked up at her, "that, miss, is because we were not attacked by any ordinary ship" she told her, "pirates" she whispered giving an eerie feeling to the room.
Will cleared his throat loudly and distracted his wife from the glare she was giving to Fleur.
"Well Miss...we not know of your name yet"
"Esmeralda. Esmeralda Vazquez" Fleur said politely, then picked up a fork and poked at her food.
James tried averting his attention from the black tresses that extended from Fleur's head but soon gave up wishing just to fall asleep beside her. His mothers voice brought him back to reality.
"James tells us you are from a well-off family. Nothing like the kind you find at some ports" Elizabeth inquired.
Fleur smiled over her glass that she help up at her lips, she may be a pirate's daughter and a pirate herself but she could pass off as some rich bitch any day.
"Oh contraire, ma'am. From a Governors family, quite like yerself"
She quickly bit her tongue; she had let "yer" slip. Elizabeth did seem to have noticed though.
"Quarters for you have been prepared until a trading ship or similar can leave for your home country. I hope they will not be too shabby for a governor's daughter?" she told her silkily.
"I've seen things ma'am that would have prepared me for any accommodation" Fleur replied just as frigidly.