Royally Complicated
Chapter One: Preparation for her Royal Highness
The Sun took its place high in the bright blue sky, and only small patches of clouds could be seen. The docks were busy in preparation for a real Royal to come to Port Royal, the irony of it all. The Market place was busy as people sold the things that they did not want a Royal from England to come and see. The market sellers were waiting for news of the arrival of the young Noblewoman, so that they would be able to set up their better products that they were to sell.
The townspeople were as in a hurry, as they tried to get what they could to make dinner, and than clean up the house if by chance the Royal would enter their home, and eat their food. The Villagers that owned pubs, or shops tried to clean up, and look as if the shop was brand new, and for some of the shops and bubs, that was rather hard.
The townspeople wanted to impress the Noblewoman but so did the commodore and the governor, plus all the officials who honored the British crown, and were in the area came to port Royals, even if they were closer to Japan, rather than the Caribbean. All this meant rich and spoils for the snobby officials, and their swords were to be made new, or fixed to look expensive and new. Plus they wanted new swords for their soldiers and the guards that were to be stationed near Her highness. This equals to be more work for the already busy young Blacksmith. The dashing Will Turner has been hired to fix certain items that belonged to townspeople, and was to fix doors, windows, and the prison gates to make sure that the people inside the cells stayed that way, and did not get out and hurt the Noble while she stayed at Port Royal.
Will didn't mind that he had to work more, especially since the reason why he had wanted some freedom form work had already left him for a man of higher and richer power. Will didn't want to think of Elizabeth, she broke his heart by going into the arms of the English Lord, and now work was the only thing that could distract him from the painful beats of his broken heart.
Wiping the sweat from his forehead with the back of his hand as he finished the last of the orders that came from the officials, the commodore, and the Governor. Placing the now finished sword aside, Will went to a bowl of water and splashed his face with water trying to take the heat away from his face. Working as a Blacksmith was hard work, but he enjoyedevery single second or every single minute of every hour, of every day. He could hear the bustling and bargaining of people outside his shop.
He had to deliver the swords to the governor's mansion in a few hours; he had finished earlier than expected, so he had time to take a shower and relax. Cleaning his mess he went to put the tools away when he heard some women talking outside about something, edging closer he heard young voices talking.
"Do you think this dress makes me look like I'm royalty?" Asked the high-pitched voice coming from one of the noblewoman's mouth.
"Oh yes, and it is very exquisite, I hope that when the Mer Santa comes to dock, that the Noblewoman notices us." Said another voice.
"Yes, and perhaps we may even be able to talk to her at the ball to night." Said a third voice.
"Yes, I hope so." Agreed the first voice.
"Me too, now we should get going we need to look beautiful, just incase The Royal Noblewoman brought a brother or some other man who is as high up in power as her." And with a few more giggles William heard the shuffling of dresses and their small feet rushing away as they talked more and more about the ball and how they are going to look.
"A Royal coming here?" William asked himself, he smiled knowing that with his luck he would not have to associate with those woman or the Royal as she, it was a she wasn't it, well if the royal came to port. Going up the stair he went straight to the bathroom to take a relaxing bath, hoping it would make his muscles loosen up a bit.
~*~*~*~*Thirty-minutes later~*~*~*~*~*
Will walked down the stair fresh and clean. He was right the bath had made him more relaxed, and now he had to deliver the swords and other orders to Governor's mansion and to the homes of certain townspeople. But how am I to do that without having to make to many runs back and forth, and without bumping into Elizabeth, he thought to himself. An idea came to mind, even as the sore subject jabbed as his swollen heart. I can borrow Bill's wagon and I'll just have to deal with Elizabeth afterwards, He thought he even though he just wanted for Elizabeth to come up to him kiss him, and tell him all this was just a joke and that she still loved him.
Shaking his head with discomfort he went to the door opened it and was about to leave when he forgot about his jacket. Coming back inside he grabbed his jacket but as he pulled away a gold trinket caught his eye, but when he saw that it was the locket necklace that held a string of Elizabeth's gold locks, he turned his face away. The flash of a memory came to him.
**********Flash-Back**********
He and his beloved Elizabeth were lying on ground of his home upstairs near a fireplace, and lying on bed sheets. They only had a Blanket around them that hid their bodies. Elizabeth had sat up and taken Will's sword, and a lock of her hair. Taking the sword she cut that piece off, and took out two lockets, and a piece of yellow ribbon from her dress. Taking the ribbon she tied it around the lock of hair and placed it inside the locket and giving it to Will, as well as the other locket. William caught on that she wanted him to do the same, so taking his sword in his hands he did what she did, but she gave him the ribbon. Placing the necklace around her neck she said, "Will I'll always have this around my neck."
"And I will always have it with me." He had replied, and in truth he had, but she had taken it off her neck the day that she broke off their engagement, and it have been replaced by a white pearl necklace. And she had filled the space that had belonged to him in her heart and made room for her new love.
Pulling away from the memory Will closed the door, but was not ready fro the brightness of the morning sky, the rushing of the townspeople around him, and the commotion of the crowd. Wincing at the brightness, he rubbed his eyes. Once he recovered he looked around to see, everyone talking and trying to hurry past everyone else, and get to their homes. Will also noticed that many of the Governor and the commodore's men were out patrolling the streets or just walking around, while making sure that nothing got to out of hand. Smirking will said out loud, "If Jack were to come right now he would have a jolly time with getting away."
A man who had been watching the young blacksmith, in the shadows smiled his gold teeth showing. The man had black hair some of it in braids, wearing a dark cock over his shoulders, and a hat that he had titled so no one would recognize it was him. "That's Captain Jack Sparrow to ye mate."
Whirling around to see who had spoken to him Will saw with happiness that his friend was leaning with his back against the red brick building and was smiling up at him. Catching a glimpse of men in red coats, and white wigs, Will knew that his friend would indeed have a heck of a time getting out of this one, " Jack you'll be caught."
Chapter One: Preparation for her Royal Highness
The Sun took its place high in the bright blue sky, and only small patches of clouds could be seen. The docks were busy in preparation for a real Royal to come to Port Royal, the irony of it all. The Market place was busy as people sold the things that they did not want a Royal from England to come and see. The market sellers were waiting for news of the arrival of the young Noblewoman, so that they would be able to set up their better products that they were to sell.
The townspeople were as in a hurry, as they tried to get what they could to make dinner, and than clean up the house if by chance the Royal would enter their home, and eat their food. The Villagers that owned pubs, or shops tried to clean up, and look as if the shop was brand new, and for some of the shops and bubs, that was rather hard.
The townspeople wanted to impress the Noblewoman but so did the commodore and the governor, plus all the officials who honored the British crown, and were in the area came to port Royals, even if they were closer to Japan, rather than the Caribbean. All this meant rich and spoils for the snobby officials, and their swords were to be made new, or fixed to look expensive and new. Plus they wanted new swords for their soldiers and the guards that were to be stationed near Her highness. This equals to be more work for the already busy young Blacksmith. The dashing Will Turner has been hired to fix certain items that belonged to townspeople, and was to fix doors, windows, and the prison gates to make sure that the people inside the cells stayed that way, and did not get out and hurt the Noble while she stayed at Port Royal.
Will didn't mind that he had to work more, especially since the reason why he had wanted some freedom form work had already left him for a man of higher and richer power. Will didn't want to think of Elizabeth, she broke his heart by going into the arms of the English Lord, and now work was the only thing that could distract him from the painful beats of his broken heart.
Wiping the sweat from his forehead with the back of his hand as he finished the last of the orders that came from the officials, the commodore, and the Governor. Placing the now finished sword aside, Will went to a bowl of water and splashed his face with water trying to take the heat away from his face. Working as a Blacksmith was hard work, but he enjoyedevery single second or every single minute of every hour, of every day. He could hear the bustling and bargaining of people outside his shop.
He had to deliver the swords to the governor's mansion in a few hours; he had finished earlier than expected, so he had time to take a shower and relax. Cleaning his mess he went to put the tools away when he heard some women talking outside about something, edging closer he heard young voices talking.
"Do you think this dress makes me look like I'm royalty?" Asked the high-pitched voice coming from one of the noblewoman's mouth.
"Oh yes, and it is very exquisite, I hope that when the Mer Santa comes to dock, that the Noblewoman notices us." Said another voice.
"Yes, and perhaps we may even be able to talk to her at the ball to night." Said a third voice.
"Yes, I hope so." Agreed the first voice.
"Me too, now we should get going we need to look beautiful, just incase The Royal Noblewoman brought a brother or some other man who is as high up in power as her." And with a few more giggles William heard the shuffling of dresses and their small feet rushing away as they talked more and more about the ball and how they are going to look.
"A Royal coming here?" William asked himself, he smiled knowing that with his luck he would not have to associate with those woman or the Royal as she, it was a she wasn't it, well if the royal came to port. Going up the stair he went straight to the bathroom to take a relaxing bath, hoping it would make his muscles loosen up a bit.
~*~*~*~*Thirty-minutes later~*~*~*~*~*
Will walked down the stair fresh and clean. He was right the bath had made him more relaxed, and now he had to deliver the swords and other orders to Governor's mansion and to the homes of certain townspeople. But how am I to do that without having to make to many runs back and forth, and without bumping into Elizabeth, he thought to himself. An idea came to mind, even as the sore subject jabbed as his swollen heart. I can borrow Bill's wagon and I'll just have to deal with Elizabeth afterwards, He thought he even though he just wanted for Elizabeth to come up to him kiss him, and tell him all this was just a joke and that she still loved him.
Shaking his head with discomfort he went to the door opened it and was about to leave when he forgot about his jacket. Coming back inside he grabbed his jacket but as he pulled away a gold trinket caught his eye, but when he saw that it was the locket necklace that held a string of Elizabeth's gold locks, he turned his face away. The flash of a memory came to him.
**********Flash-Back**********
He and his beloved Elizabeth were lying on ground of his home upstairs near a fireplace, and lying on bed sheets. They only had a Blanket around them that hid their bodies. Elizabeth had sat up and taken Will's sword, and a lock of her hair. Taking the sword she cut that piece off, and took out two lockets, and a piece of yellow ribbon from her dress. Taking the ribbon she tied it around the lock of hair and placed it inside the locket and giving it to Will, as well as the other locket. William caught on that she wanted him to do the same, so taking his sword in his hands he did what she did, but she gave him the ribbon. Placing the necklace around her neck she said, "Will I'll always have this around my neck."
"And I will always have it with me." He had replied, and in truth he had, but she had taken it off her neck the day that she broke off their engagement, and it have been replaced by a white pearl necklace. And she had filled the space that had belonged to him in her heart and made room for her new love.
Pulling away from the memory Will closed the door, but was not ready fro the brightness of the morning sky, the rushing of the townspeople around him, and the commotion of the crowd. Wincing at the brightness, he rubbed his eyes. Once he recovered he looked around to see, everyone talking and trying to hurry past everyone else, and get to their homes. Will also noticed that many of the Governor and the commodore's men were out patrolling the streets or just walking around, while making sure that nothing got to out of hand. Smirking will said out loud, "If Jack were to come right now he would have a jolly time with getting away."
A man who had been watching the young blacksmith, in the shadows smiled his gold teeth showing. The man had black hair some of it in braids, wearing a dark cock over his shoulders, and a hat that he had titled so no one would recognize it was him. "That's Captain Jack Sparrow to ye mate."
Whirling around to see who had spoken to him Will saw with happiness that his friend was leaning with his back against the red brick building and was smiling up at him. Catching a glimpse of men in red coats, and white wigs, Will knew that his friend would indeed have a heck of a time getting out of this one, " Jack you'll be caught."