Disclaimer: I don't own anything from the fantabulous movie Pirates of the
Caribbean: The Curse of the Black Pearl. Don't sue me please! I have no
money anyhow.. I do however own anything you do not recognize, such as
Rhiannon, her family, other various characters as well as the plot. So
kindly do not steal them! Ta!
Summary: A proper Welsh lass brought up by her mother as one of the rich socialites of the London Ton is offered a marriage proposal by a certain Commodore. She is shipped off on the next available boat, but doesn't reach her preferred destination. A storm brews, the dreaded Jolly Roger is lurking just below the horizon and loads of drama, adventure and maybe even some romance are waiting for Rhiannon Bathoe on her adventure to the Caribbean.
Hope ye enjoy me little ditty, buckos! If not I'll have t' be haulin' some keel and dishin' out floggings..and trust me, I would rather ye just enjoy it. Teehee..Alrighty-o then--ON with the story!!
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Dear Mrs. Bathoe,
I would like to inform you of my interests in your daughter, Rhiannon. I have been in the process of looking for a wife and have already asked permission of your husband, Captain Brynn Bathoe, for her hand. Please pardon me for my bluntness, but I would like to say that, after seeing the portrait of Miss Rhiannon I was shown by Mr. Bathoe, I am quite smitten with her. She is very lovely and I am sure that any daughter of the Bathoe's must be truly charming. I hope very much that Rhiannon agrees and that you yourself approve.
If Miss Rhiannon accepts my offer, please send a reply confirming the engagement and I shall make preparations for her arrival in Port Royal. I hope that the first of May would be a compatible time for Rhiannon to arrive in port. That date giving you nine months to be packed and sailing in route here. Please tell Miss Rhiannon of my hopes she will accept and give her the token I have sent along in the package that should have arrive with this very letter
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Sincerely,
Commodore Richard Norrington
Marie Bathoe completed reading the letter and handed it to her daughter, Rhiannon, who sat dutifully in a chair in front of her mother with her hands in her lap.
Rhiannon's eyes scanned the letter and she flushed a light rosy-pink before she lowered the letter to her lap and looked up at her mother.
"Should I accept the Commodore's offer, Mama?" She asked.
"Why of course, dear! I couldn't have found a better match for you myself. Just think, Rhia, being the wife of a wealthy and (if the rumors are to be believed) a very handsome Commodore.," she trailed off, imagining it for herself.
"Yes, Mama," was all Rhiannon could think to say. She wasn't exactly keen on the whole idea, she would much rather marry for love like in fairy tales, but she had given up hope on that fantasy years ago. She sighed, knowing well that this day was bound to come, but not at all thrilled when it had.
"Oh I almost forgot, here is the present the Commodore sent you," she handed a small package wrapped in elegant, gilt paper with a satin ribbon, "Well go on, dear, open it!"
Rhiannon tugged gently on of the tails of the neat bow and watched as the loops unraveled. She slowly peeled the wrapping paper off and opened the lid on the small box. Inside on a bed of dark blue velvet, laid a beautiful pendant of golden topaz and rubies set in a very attractive gold setting. There was also a delicate spray of diamond chips dispersed throughout the entire design and it was absolutely breathtaking.
"Oh my.," It was all Rhiannon could say, but that was not the case with her mother, Mrs. Bathoe.
"Oh Rhia..have you ever seen something so gorgeous!? It must have cost a fortune!....Ooh! Everyone will be so jealous!" and with that she cackled with glee and snatched it out of Rhiannon's hands, inspecting the expensive and beautiful trinket inch by inch.
"Erm..Mother, don't we have to be getting to tea..?" Rhiannon attempted to wake her mother from he wild daydreaming, and it seemed to work. Mrs. Bathoe's eyes suddenly unclouded and she blinked and cleared her throat.
"Now, Rhia, we have much to do to get you ready and on your way, dearest. First things first, we go strait to Madame Lisette so she can start fitting you for some new gowns. You will need at least two more walking dresses, maybe something in crepe or muslin, as well as a few new ball gowns in silk and velvet. Something in blue perhaps..," Marie Bathoe's voice just became inane babblings as Rhiannon tuned her out, interjecting a random "yes, Mama" or "of course" just to make it seem as if she were listening intently. "Come now, darling. Go upstairs and get your gloves and your hat-the one with the yellow roses-we're late for our duty call at the McKinley's this afternoon and we are to dine with the Marquis for supper."
Taking a deep breath and kissing her mother's proffered cheek as she left, Rhiannon made her way up the large spiraling staircase and into her room. She grabbed her lace gloves and fashionable hat off of her dresser before going downstairs and meeting her mother at the door. Before making their way out the door and down the steps, Mrs. Bathoe pinned the glittering broach to Rhiannon's sunny-yellow bodice and nodded in approval. Rhiannon followed her mother as she swept the rest of the way down the steps and was handed into the carriage by Henri, the butler.
"Thank you, Henri," whispered Rhiannon as she was helped up the carriage step. He winked at her as he closed the carriage door and she sat back as they lurched into motion, the sound of the horses shodden hooves ringing on the cobbled drive.
Rhiannon watched through the small window as the brick houses, quaint shops and parks full of finely dressed people walking in the sunshine and thought to herself, "If only mother knew how much all this irks me to no end. I hate making trivial conversation with petty people over tea and crumpets and I loathe dancing. I can never manage to not step on my partners' feet and then get scolded for it. Maybe the Caribbean will be different; Papa does tell the most exciting stories in his letters! Ooh!....And what if I meet happen to meet some pirates!?
Rhiannon did not know how much her last statement rang with irony.
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A/N: Well that was it. Just a little taste of what's to come. Hope you all liked it and please leave a review if you did or if you have any constructive criticism.but please-PLEASE *drops to knees and grovels* don't flame me.This is my first fan fic and I don't think my delicate psyche could take it. Well ta-ra for now me lovelies! Remember-reviews please!!
Summary: A proper Welsh lass brought up by her mother as one of the rich socialites of the London Ton is offered a marriage proposal by a certain Commodore. She is shipped off on the next available boat, but doesn't reach her preferred destination. A storm brews, the dreaded Jolly Roger is lurking just below the horizon and loads of drama, adventure and maybe even some romance are waiting for Rhiannon Bathoe on her adventure to the Caribbean.
Hope ye enjoy me little ditty, buckos! If not I'll have t' be haulin' some keel and dishin' out floggings..and trust me, I would rather ye just enjoy it. Teehee..Alrighty-o then--ON with the story!!
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Dear Mrs. Bathoe,
I would like to inform you of my interests in your daughter, Rhiannon. I have been in the process of looking for a wife and have already asked permission of your husband, Captain Brynn Bathoe, for her hand. Please pardon me for my bluntness, but I would like to say that, after seeing the portrait of Miss Rhiannon I was shown by Mr. Bathoe, I am quite smitten with her. She is very lovely and I am sure that any daughter of the Bathoe's must be truly charming. I hope very much that Rhiannon agrees and that you yourself approve.
If Miss Rhiannon accepts my offer, please send a reply confirming the engagement and I shall make preparations for her arrival in Port Royal. I hope that the first of May would be a compatible time for Rhiannon to arrive in port. That date giving you nine months to be packed and sailing in route here. Please tell Miss Rhiannon of my hopes she will accept and give her the token I have sent along in the package that should have arrive with this very letter
.
Sincerely,
Commodore Richard Norrington
Marie Bathoe completed reading the letter and handed it to her daughter, Rhiannon, who sat dutifully in a chair in front of her mother with her hands in her lap.
Rhiannon's eyes scanned the letter and she flushed a light rosy-pink before she lowered the letter to her lap and looked up at her mother.
"Should I accept the Commodore's offer, Mama?" She asked.
"Why of course, dear! I couldn't have found a better match for you myself. Just think, Rhia, being the wife of a wealthy and (if the rumors are to be believed) a very handsome Commodore.," she trailed off, imagining it for herself.
"Yes, Mama," was all Rhiannon could think to say. She wasn't exactly keen on the whole idea, she would much rather marry for love like in fairy tales, but she had given up hope on that fantasy years ago. She sighed, knowing well that this day was bound to come, but not at all thrilled when it had.
"Oh I almost forgot, here is the present the Commodore sent you," she handed a small package wrapped in elegant, gilt paper with a satin ribbon, "Well go on, dear, open it!"
Rhiannon tugged gently on of the tails of the neat bow and watched as the loops unraveled. She slowly peeled the wrapping paper off and opened the lid on the small box. Inside on a bed of dark blue velvet, laid a beautiful pendant of golden topaz and rubies set in a very attractive gold setting. There was also a delicate spray of diamond chips dispersed throughout the entire design and it was absolutely breathtaking.
"Oh my.," It was all Rhiannon could say, but that was not the case with her mother, Mrs. Bathoe.
"Oh Rhia..have you ever seen something so gorgeous!? It must have cost a fortune!....Ooh! Everyone will be so jealous!" and with that she cackled with glee and snatched it out of Rhiannon's hands, inspecting the expensive and beautiful trinket inch by inch.
"Erm..Mother, don't we have to be getting to tea..?" Rhiannon attempted to wake her mother from he wild daydreaming, and it seemed to work. Mrs. Bathoe's eyes suddenly unclouded and she blinked and cleared her throat.
"Now, Rhia, we have much to do to get you ready and on your way, dearest. First things first, we go strait to Madame Lisette so she can start fitting you for some new gowns. You will need at least two more walking dresses, maybe something in crepe or muslin, as well as a few new ball gowns in silk and velvet. Something in blue perhaps..," Marie Bathoe's voice just became inane babblings as Rhiannon tuned her out, interjecting a random "yes, Mama" or "of course" just to make it seem as if she were listening intently. "Come now, darling. Go upstairs and get your gloves and your hat-the one with the yellow roses-we're late for our duty call at the McKinley's this afternoon and we are to dine with the Marquis for supper."
Taking a deep breath and kissing her mother's proffered cheek as she left, Rhiannon made her way up the large spiraling staircase and into her room. She grabbed her lace gloves and fashionable hat off of her dresser before going downstairs and meeting her mother at the door. Before making their way out the door and down the steps, Mrs. Bathoe pinned the glittering broach to Rhiannon's sunny-yellow bodice and nodded in approval. Rhiannon followed her mother as she swept the rest of the way down the steps and was handed into the carriage by Henri, the butler.
"Thank you, Henri," whispered Rhiannon as she was helped up the carriage step. He winked at her as he closed the carriage door and she sat back as they lurched into motion, the sound of the horses shodden hooves ringing on the cobbled drive.
Rhiannon watched through the small window as the brick houses, quaint shops and parks full of finely dressed people walking in the sunshine and thought to herself, "If only mother knew how much all this irks me to no end. I hate making trivial conversation with petty people over tea and crumpets and I loathe dancing. I can never manage to not step on my partners' feet and then get scolded for it. Maybe the Caribbean will be different; Papa does tell the most exciting stories in his letters! Ooh!....And what if I meet happen to meet some pirates!?
Rhiannon did not know how much her last statement rang with irony.
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A/N: Well that was it. Just a little taste of what's to come. Hope you all liked it and please leave a review if you did or if you have any constructive criticism.but please-PLEASE *drops to knees and grovels* don't flame me.This is my first fan fic and I don't think my delicate psyche could take it. Well ta-ra for now me lovelies! Remember-reviews please!!