Hey!!! Sorry I'm a bit slow cos I went to watch PotC for the second time today. (Movie came out here on Sept 4) Anyway, maybe this chapter is a little boring, but the nice part is in the next chapter...Cliffhanger again.
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CHAPTER 6
"It's..." Delora started, staring at the object within the package. "Who would ever give this to me?"
"Well who do you think would?" Elizabeth asked. When Delora said nothing, Elizabeth continued, "Isn't it obvious, Delora?"
"Oh that's impossible." Delora quickly said.
"Suit yourself." Elizabeth said, leaving the room.
Delora paced around the room, unable to think calmly. She was beginning to know that she wasn't missing the Black Pearl, but Jack Sparrow. She held the object up. It was a necklace with a thin black chain, and a pendant of a silver sparrow hung on it. Was it really him? But he didn't even look at her, and she remembered watching the ship sail away.
She went to the mirror and put on the necklace. There were now two necklaces hanging on her neck.
There was a knock on the door. "Yes?" Delora asked.
Elizabeth entered the room with a handmaiden and said, "Delora, change into these. We're going to Commodore Norrington's Birthday Ceremony. Good Lord, I nearly forgot it."
"I thought you said you were through with Norrington?" Delora asked, taking the dress in her hands.
"Oh yes, but I have to go attend his ceremony still. In respect." Elizabeth said. Delora went to the bathroom and dipped into warm water.
"He isn't angry with you about Will?" Delora asked from the bathroom.
Elizabeth sat down on the bed and said, "I don't know. Ever since me and Will went on the Black Pearl I haven't seen him."
"Oh." Delora replied. When she came out of the bathroom, Elizabeth and the handmaiden helped her with the dress. Delora thought her eyes were about to pop out. "You call this a dress?!" Delora managed, clutching the curtain.
"London fashion. I can't take it either. Brought my dress along too. I'll be dressing later."
Delora gasped as the handmaiden made a hard tug and secured the corset. Delora could almost faint. After years of wearing loose rags she was not prepared for this. As Delora wore the dress she looked at herself in the mirror. Her eyes were still more used to the old rags she wore. Delora went over to Elizabeth and helped her with her dress too.
Delora combed her brown hair and stared at her image. She had forgotten how to do her hair up in the way of the upper class... She hated it, in fact. She preferred the poverty in life. There was more adventure. And no corset to wear.
"Here, let me help with that." Elizabeth said, smiling at Delora. Delora watched Elizabeth do her hair, and tucked her two necklaces inside her dress.
"Why can't I just stay in the house while you go to the ceremony?" Delora asked, trying to take in a deep breath.
"Father requested you to go as well. I couldn't refuse." Elizabeth replied. As both of the girls went into the carriage, Delora stared out the window.
"I think I'm gonna faint soon. The stupid dress." Delora whispered to Elizabeth.
"I know. Me too. I can't understand why they fashion the dress in this way." Elizabeth whispered back.
After some time in the carriage, the carriage finally stopped. "Elizabeth, what do I have to do when I see anyone...like um, Norrington?" Delora asked. She hated courtesies. All of those had gone away after her rugged life.
"Calm down, Delora. You don't have to. Maybe just...you know, the usual thing." Elizabeth said.
Years and years. How long would Delora have to endure with the agony of courtesy?
A year soon passed, and...
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CHAPTER 6
"It's..." Delora started, staring at the object within the package. "Who would ever give this to me?"
"Well who do you think would?" Elizabeth asked. When Delora said nothing, Elizabeth continued, "Isn't it obvious, Delora?"
"Oh that's impossible." Delora quickly said.
"Suit yourself." Elizabeth said, leaving the room.
Delora paced around the room, unable to think calmly. She was beginning to know that she wasn't missing the Black Pearl, but Jack Sparrow. She held the object up. It was a necklace with a thin black chain, and a pendant of a silver sparrow hung on it. Was it really him? But he didn't even look at her, and she remembered watching the ship sail away.
She went to the mirror and put on the necklace. There were now two necklaces hanging on her neck.
There was a knock on the door. "Yes?" Delora asked.
Elizabeth entered the room with a handmaiden and said, "Delora, change into these. We're going to Commodore Norrington's Birthday Ceremony. Good Lord, I nearly forgot it."
"I thought you said you were through with Norrington?" Delora asked, taking the dress in her hands.
"Oh yes, but I have to go attend his ceremony still. In respect." Elizabeth said. Delora went to the bathroom and dipped into warm water.
"He isn't angry with you about Will?" Delora asked from the bathroom.
Elizabeth sat down on the bed and said, "I don't know. Ever since me and Will went on the Black Pearl I haven't seen him."
"Oh." Delora replied. When she came out of the bathroom, Elizabeth and the handmaiden helped her with the dress. Delora thought her eyes were about to pop out. "You call this a dress?!" Delora managed, clutching the curtain.
"London fashion. I can't take it either. Brought my dress along too. I'll be dressing later."
Delora gasped as the handmaiden made a hard tug and secured the corset. Delora could almost faint. After years of wearing loose rags she was not prepared for this. As Delora wore the dress she looked at herself in the mirror. Her eyes were still more used to the old rags she wore. Delora went over to Elizabeth and helped her with her dress too.
Delora combed her brown hair and stared at her image. She had forgotten how to do her hair up in the way of the upper class... She hated it, in fact. She preferred the poverty in life. There was more adventure. And no corset to wear.
"Here, let me help with that." Elizabeth said, smiling at Delora. Delora watched Elizabeth do her hair, and tucked her two necklaces inside her dress.
"Why can't I just stay in the house while you go to the ceremony?" Delora asked, trying to take in a deep breath.
"Father requested you to go as well. I couldn't refuse." Elizabeth replied. As both of the girls went into the carriage, Delora stared out the window.
"I think I'm gonna faint soon. The stupid dress." Delora whispered to Elizabeth.
"I know. Me too. I can't understand why they fashion the dress in this way." Elizabeth whispered back.
After some time in the carriage, the carriage finally stopped. "Elizabeth, what do I have to do when I see anyone...like um, Norrington?" Delora asked. She hated courtesies. All of those had gone away after her rugged life.
"Calm down, Delora. You don't have to. Maybe just...you know, the usual thing." Elizabeth said.
Years and years. How long would Delora have to endure with the agony of courtesy?
A year soon passed, and...