Author's note: Hey, thanks for the help peoples, and you know who you are, who had helped, and for all of you who had given me words of encourage meant, by e-mail, and calls. You know you local people could just come over, not naming names. Kay, well you wonderful people, I have updated, or uploaded however you say it. Oh, and I have changed Christian's name to Victoria Kaitlyn Adelicia Lari Carrington. Sorry, but I had to. Kay I hope you like the chapter.
Chapter Three: Welcome.
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Elizabeth's heart skipped a beat when her dark brown eyes that had been filled with happiness just a moment ago, now looked upon the man that had stolen her heart and has not fully given it back. Her dark brown eyes had locked with Will's helpless eyes. Will's eyes showed an emotion that made Elizabeth want to cry, she had not meant to break his heart, but now she saw that she had done more. She Elizabeth Swan had taken a wonderful man's heart and squeezed the juices of life, love, and happiness out of it. Not wanting Will to look away, she was disappointed when he did and became firm and spoke as if this was only a deliver and that the emotions attached were nothing.
Will's body had been tense when he had seen Elizabeth, but after making eye contact he remembered all the horrible sadness and decided that he had just better get this over, and done with. Will's feeling of betrayal, and loss of something some much as love radiated from his body, and yet Elizabeth was the only one who could feel it. Was this guilt, pain, or longing that she felt for him, she did not know but the pain of seeing him so hurt was getting the best of her.
Trying to give Will clues, and hints that she was sorry, but before she could even try he had swiftly turned and went straight to the wagon, taking a huge arm full of order and dropped them on the table that was beside Elizabeth, and her husband. Will did not even look at her, or make her presence know to him, he had just kept working, and was rather quick about it. After maybe ten or fifteen loads he was done and ready to leave, but before he had swiftly made his way out he had said, "Yes sir, Good afternoon Mr. And Mrs. Morten, good day." Elizabeth closed her eyes wishing that her feelings would leave, and that the happiness that she had been feeling before she had seen Will again, but her wounds of tainted love would not be healed so easily.
"Hmm, the man must be busy," said Lord Morten, as he tightened his grip around Elizabeth's waist.
Elizabeth smiled, "Yes, everyone must be asking him to fix things at the last moment. He's very good with his hands," Elizabeth said the longing was clearly heard in her voice, "a skilled worker."
The Lord looked at Elizabeth and mistook her longing for her dear William for something completely different. "My Lady shall we retire to our room?" Elizabeth who was not paying any attention to her husband, allowed herself to be dragged to her room not knowing what was in store for her.
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Victoria looked down at her beautiful gown, she smiled as she thought of how her friends and herself as they roamed the streets of London for a good place to shop for a dress. They ended up staying at her French friend's mother's designer shop, having fun and trying on the dresses and gowns Michele. It is a beautiful golden-brown French gown, French lace cascade down the skirt over an opaque sweetheart bodice of chromespun taffeta. The tiny sweetheart bodice is fitted with princess darts at right measurements for the young Lady. Tiny short sleeves are ruched to match the tiers of lace, and the sleeves and upper collarbone are sheer and airy, allowing Victoria's golden skin to show underneath.
Victoria's long milk chocolate brown curly hair was up in a French twist with some of her bangs falling on the side of her face. Looking down at the ocean water she wondered if Port Royal had changed any since the last time that she had visited.
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"Come on Will, ye got to tell me what's been happenin' with you and Miss Elizabeth." Jack had said for the sixtieth town for the past hour or longer, of work, well for Will that is. Jack was just sitting around asking the question over and over again, watching as his friend quickly did all the things he had to. Still Jack was surprise at how fast Will could work; he could use a man like him on board, but than no one would have a job to do on the ship, making the crew lazy, but then who would believe the legends of Captain Jack Sparrow? Pushing the thought away he continued to bother Will with the same question, "What's been 'appening with you and Elizabeth?"
Will didn't answer he had just kept working not wanting to stop. He knew if he had stopped he would break down, after seeing Elizabeth in another man's arms. Will wiped the sweat off his brows as he stopped working on the hinges of the Iron gates of the prison cells. Sitting back he looked at his work, and after a while of looking it over he was finally satisfied, " Alright then," He said as he put away his tools. " Jack I think it be better if you do one of your extraordinary escapes you do so well, while I tell the guards that the doors were finished."
"Alright then Will, I'll be seeing you." Said Jack and Will noticed that Jack had dropped the Pirate accent.
"I knew it." Will said as he turned and looked at Jack's retreating form. "Jack what happened to you accent?"
Jack froze in mid-step, turning he said, " Well, mate you now I had to try something else and apparently that was not working and now I be trying something else. But I have to say that was fun." Will noticed that the Cockney accent of his was back.
"You should keep your original accent my friend, it's better for you." Will said with a smile, grabbed his stuff and was walking up the steps when Jack's vice stopped him.
"Will, you know that Elizabeth still wants you there with her, whether or not it is as a lover, or as ah friend." It was more a statement, than a question.
"I know Jack, I know." Will said, even though the subject had hit a sore spot, he knew what Jack was saying was true. Even so I never knew that Jack could be s...so... I just can't even find the word for it, thought Will. Turning back around after seeing Jack make his way out of sight, he walked up the remaining stair, almost done with all of his jobs, and orders.
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Everyone was getting into position, for the Mer Santa had been spotted already, and was to arrive in twenty minutes. The governor, his daughter, her husband, the commodore, the officials, and the head of the royal guard were already waiting for her Ladyship, as a band played a happy tune. Most of the townspeople were out watching as the ship approached. The others that were not waiting at the docks were either at his or her shop, or tavern, watching as the ship came to Port. They were all anxious for the Lady to get here, and for them the greet her.
The air was tense as all was quiet except for the music coming from the band, but even they were a little tense. But as the Beautiful English ship, brandishing the English flag, came closer every one lightened up. Everyone became more smiles, and less firm standing.
Putting on a smile Elizabeth kept her eyes on the ship, she thought of her last meeting with the Lady Victoria Carrington. She had been ten, while Victoria had been nine, and they had a wonderful time. Victoria wasn't the usual snob that you think a royal should be instead she was rather nice, and really wonderful to talk to. They talked about pirates, and the open sea, and then shifted to talking about dolls, when their parents had come close enough to hear what they were saying.
The commodore put on his most handsome and dashing smile, trying his best to remember the lines that he had prepared to say to make her Ladyship fall to her knees. Smiling even more to himself as he thought of courting such a woman in high stature, even though the Lady was very young, all the better to wed, he though to himself with a smile.
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Victoria walked out and onto the deck, they would be at port very soon, and she wanted to wave to everyone. She loved it when she could wave at someone and they would smile, as if it had made their day. Walking to the side of the ship where she could see the Port better. Victoria looked out and smiled as she made out the sounds of a band, and how it seemed that most of the townspeople were there at the docks waiting. Wow they went all out, Victoria thought, but than the reason of why she was coming to the Caribbean came back to her, and her smile faded. She was supposed to be getting away from all the complications of being a woman of the court. All the pampering, gossiping, looks, large balls, heavy uncomfortable gowns, and so many other things were supposed to be out of the picture, and just the gathering of friends, and family.
That was very unlikely, Victoria thought to herself. Oh well complication can strike when thought not to.
Victoria couldn't wait to get to port and off this ship. It had been days since she had last stepped on solid footing, and yet she did not miss it as much as she thought she should have. Maybe Elizabeth and I can continue our conversation of pirates and the sea, or maybe she is to old for that now, marrying a Lord and all, Victoria thought. What was his name, Victoria titled her head slightly, as she went into a state of thought. Oh, yes Morte, isn't he as old as the commodore fellow? Wait no, his name is Morten, isn't it?
Victoria continued her train of thought, until a hand had been placed on her right shoulder, snapping her out of dream state, and into the harsh reality. Turning her head she looked at her Nanny Clara. The older woman had fine red hair that was always tied up in a high bun. Clara looked at the young woman in front of her, and felt tears come to her eyes. She couldn't believe her mistress was already turning eighteen. "My Lady you look very beautiful." The sincerity in her voice made Victoria smile, but she could see pain in her Nanny's eyes.
Her face turned into one of concern, "What's wrong Nana?"
"Nothing my Lady, it's just the change of weather, you know?" Clara said with her crisp English accent, as she waved her hands in the air as she tried to emphasize her point. Taking a satin handkerchief out and dabbing it at the bottom of her eyelids, when finished she looked at the town that they were very soon to port. "Now, this town looks more peaceful than the business of London."
Turning back to the view, Victoria closed her eyes, and allowed her sense to take in the smell, and sounds of the sea, as well as the sounds of the band. "It is a very peaceful environment, yes."
A sound of a man clearing his throat from behind the two women was heard, making the tow women turn. The gentlemen behind the two, was the captain of the vessel. "Ah, Captain Udell, how are you?" Victoria asked.
Titling his head slightly he said, "Fine, my Lady and you?"
"Just wonderful, but I do wish to get to Port and see all of Port Royal."
The Captain looked surprised, "My Lady I had thought that you had already visited Port Royal before?"
"Yes, but father was only coming here to get a special sword, and to give Miss Swan, now Lady Morten her eleventh birthday present. I had not been given a chance to roam the streets." Victoria thought back.
"Well, I know now you will have many opportunities to roam this small town, not without escorts of course." The captain smiled.
"Of course."
"Well," The captain said as he remembered what he had come to say, "We are to come into port in fifteen minutes.
"Thank you Captain."
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Everyone cheered as the Mer Santa came closer and closer; the band became more enthusiastic in their playing. The people had to admire the beautiful vessel, but the thing that caught their eye the most was the mermaid at the front of the ship. It was sculptured specially for the ship, and looked like something out of a fairy tale.
Elizabeth became nervous all of a sudden, she had not seen the other woman in a while, what if things changed. Of course they changed, she thought irritated. Well now Victoria knows her place in society, which is much higher than mine, but still. I had acted so foolish when we had first met, and now she could be this highly sophisticated woman, and I am just the wife of a Lord. Elizabeth started to regret that she wasn't as happy as she came to the fact that she was married to a Lord and not a certain young Blacksmith.
Suddenly a roar hit the crowd and Elizabeth's head tried to find the source of the roar, and found that Victoria had come into view, and was waving at everyone. She looked even more elegant, and gorgeous than the last time she had last seen her. Even though she had only caught glimpse of what her Ladyship was wearing, she knew it was more expensive, and more wonderful than the dresses she had.
Victoria spotted Elizabeth and smiled, waving at her, Elizabeth did the same, her feelings not entirely vanishing, but she still felt happy that she had another person to talk to rather than her new husband.
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The ship Mer Santa had been docked, and now the passengers were exiting the ship. Victoria tried to maintain her composure, and not run to Elizabeth and hug her, but she had done just that, with her dress flying behind her. Elizabeth smiled and hugged her back. The two did not know why they were so friendly but they had become good friends the last time Victoria had bee at Port.
"Victoria, let me look at you." Elizabeth said, as she looked her friend up and down. "Wow your gown is well.... wow."
Victoria laughed, "You have a beautiful dress too." Elizabeth's gown was white, like her wedding gown except it had a tinge of pink, so that it didn't look too much like a wedding dress. Elizabeth looked down and blushed, " Come on now Elizabeth you must show me around." Victoria hooked her arm with Elizabeth and the tow instantly started to chat.
"My lady, what of you ball tonight?" asked Clara.
"My Lady?" said a voice one that Victoria could not place. She looked behind Elizabeth and saw a man in a red tailored English uniform. He stepped up and slightly pushed Elizabeth out of the way, took Victoria's hand and kissed it. "My lady." He repeated. Victoria smiled, and looked at Elizabeth, pushing back a laugh. Elizabeth had made a look of enthusiastic disgust.
"Clara, what about a ball?" Victoria asked.
"Oh, well there is this ball that the Commodore had made for you, with the extraordinary help of Governor Swan."
"What ball?" Victoria asked again this time more urgently.
"My Lady do you not want a ball?" asked the governor.
"No its just that I um... never mind, I'd love to have a ball. When is it tonight?" Victoria asked as they made their way off the dock, talking, and exchanging greetings. Victoria noticed that Elizabeth was happy with her husband, and dismissed everything that her Aunts had told her about him.
They walked off the docks, and the guards made sure that none of the townspeople were able to get passed them and bother her ladyship. A carriage was already waiting for them, and two guards were already loading her things. Opening the door for her ladyship, Norrington wanted to make a good impression, for her ladyship did not seem interested at the moment.
"Thank you Commodore." Victoria said, and took his hand but before she could continue into the carriage something was telling her to turn and look at the crowd. She did as her gut told her and she saw a young man with dark brown hair, brown eyes, tanned skin, and handsome features, but she couldn't be able to mingle with him for she had her duties as a Lady. Turning she went into the carriage, followed by Elizabeth, her husband, and the governor. The commodore mentally kicked himself; he should have gone inside after Elizabeth.
"Stupid," the commodore murmured.
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Will watched as her ladyship walked with the governor, Commodore, Lord Morten, and his heart wrenched as he thought of her name, Elizabeth. It still hurt to see her beautiful face, but he knew that he had to get over his feelings for her in order for them to go to friendship terms. That might be a little harder then I thought.
After finishing all his work Will had come to the docks wanting to get a glimpse of the fair lady's face and to his surprise she had turned and allowed him to see her beautiful features. She could even be more beautiful than Elizabeth, but that's not possible, wait am I still allowed to think things like that about Elizabeth? Yes, I could because even friends defend their friend's beauty, right then.
Even so, he couldn't help but be drawn to the girls features, it was clear that she was younger than Elizabeth, but there was something about her that he couldn't place. Shaking his head, he watched as the Commodore looked stupefied for a moment or two before Will went towards his own wagon. Taking the reins he petted the horse, and waited until he knew that Bill was back at his tent or spot. His thoughts were always drawn back to her ladyship as she had turned and allowed him to see her face. Don't think that Will, you know that you have no chance with a Noblewoman, special one related to the King, and Queen. Plus if you didn't have a chance with Elizabeth you won't have a chance with.. with...I don't even know her name.
Chapter Three: Welcome.
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Elizabeth's heart skipped a beat when her dark brown eyes that had been filled with happiness just a moment ago, now looked upon the man that had stolen her heart and has not fully given it back. Her dark brown eyes had locked with Will's helpless eyes. Will's eyes showed an emotion that made Elizabeth want to cry, she had not meant to break his heart, but now she saw that she had done more. She Elizabeth Swan had taken a wonderful man's heart and squeezed the juices of life, love, and happiness out of it. Not wanting Will to look away, she was disappointed when he did and became firm and spoke as if this was only a deliver and that the emotions attached were nothing.
Will's body had been tense when he had seen Elizabeth, but after making eye contact he remembered all the horrible sadness and decided that he had just better get this over, and done with. Will's feeling of betrayal, and loss of something some much as love radiated from his body, and yet Elizabeth was the only one who could feel it. Was this guilt, pain, or longing that she felt for him, she did not know but the pain of seeing him so hurt was getting the best of her.
Trying to give Will clues, and hints that she was sorry, but before she could even try he had swiftly turned and went straight to the wagon, taking a huge arm full of order and dropped them on the table that was beside Elizabeth, and her husband. Will did not even look at her, or make her presence know to him, he had just kept working, and was rather quick about it. After maybe ten or fifteen loads he was done and ready to leave, but before he had swiftly made his way out he had said, "Yes sir, Good afternoon Mr. And Mrs. Morten, good day." Elizabeth closed her eyes wishing that her feelings would leave, and that the happiness that she had been feeling before she had seen Will again, but her wounds of tainted love would not be healed so easily.
"Hmm, the man must be busy," said Lord Morten, as he tightened his grip around Elizabeth's waist.
Elizabeth smiled, "Yes, everyone must be asking him to fix things at the last moment. He's very good with his hands," Elizabeth said the longing was clearly heard in her voice, "a skilled worker."
The Lord looked at Elizabeth and mistook her longing for her dear William for something completely different. "My Lady shall we retire to our room?" Elizabeth who was not paying any attention to her husband, allowed herself to be dragged to her room not knowing what was in store for her.
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Victoria looked down at her beautiful gown, she smiled as she thought of how her friends and herself as they roamed the streets of London for a good place to shop for a dress. They ended up staying at her French friend's mother's designer shop, having fun and trying on the dresses and gowns Michele. It is a beautiful golden-brown French gown, French lace cascade down the skirt over an opaque sweetheart bodice of chromespun taffeta. The tiny sweetheart bodice is fitted with princess darts at right measurements for the young Lady. Tiny short sleeves are ruched to match the tiers of lace, and the sleeves and upper collarbone are sheer and airy, allowing Victoria's golden skin to show underneath.
Victoria's long milk chocolate brown curly hair was up in a French twist with some of her bangs falling on the side of her face. Looking down at the ocean water she wondered if Port Royal had changed any since the last time that she had visited.
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"Come on Will, ye got to tell me what's been happenin' with you and Miss Elizabeth." Jack had said for the sixtieth town for the past hour or longer, of work, well for Will that is. Jack was just sitting around asking the question over and over again, watching as his friend quickly did all the things he had to. Still Jack was surprise at how fast Will could work; he could use a man like him on board, but than no one would have a job to do on the ship, making the crew lazy, but then who would believe the legends of Captain Jack Sparrow? Pushing the thought away he continued to bother Will with the same question, "What's been 'appening with you and Elizabeth?"
Will didn't answer he had just kept working not wanting to stop. He knew if he had stopped he would break down, after seeing Elizabeth in another man's arms. Will wiped the sweat off his brows as he stopped working on the hinges of the Iron gates of the prison cells. Sitting back he looked at his work, and after a while of looking it over he was finally satisfied, " Alright then," He said as he put away his tools. " Jack I think it be better if you do one of your extraordinary escapes you do so well, while I tell the guards that the doors were finished."
"Alright then Will, I'll be seeing you." Said Jack and Will noticed that Jack had dropped the Pirate accent.
"I knew it." Will said as he turned and looked at Jack's retreating form. "Jack what happened to you accent?"
Jack froze in mid-step, turning he said, " Well, mate you now I had to try something else and apparently that was not working and now I be trying something else. But I have to say that was fun." Will noticed that the Cockney accent of his was back.
"You should keep your original accent my friend, it's better for you." Will said with a smile, grabbed his stuff and was walking up the steps when Jack's vice stopped him.
"Will, you know that Elizabeth still wants you there with her, whether or not it is as a lover, or as ah friend." It was more a statement, than a question.
"I know Jack, I know." Will said, even though the subject had hit a sore spot, he knew what Jack was saying was true. Even so I never knew that Jack could be s...so... I just can't even find the word for it, thought Will. Turning back around after seeing Jack make his way out of sight, he walked up the remaining stair, almost done with all of his jobs, and orders.
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Everyone was getting into position, for the Mer Santa had been spotted already, and was to arrive in twenty minutes. The governor, his daughter, her husband, the commodore, the officials, and the head of the royal guard were already waiting for her Ladyship, as a band played a happy tune. Most of the townspeople were out watching as the ship approached. The others that were not waiting at the docks were either at his or her shop, or tavern, watching as the ship came to Port. They were all anxious for the Lady to get here, and for them the greet her.
The air was tense as all was quiet except for the music coming from the band, but even they were a little tense. But as the Beautiful English ship, brandishing the English flag, came closer every one lightened up. Everyone became more smiles, and less firm standing.
Putting on a smile Elizabeth kept her eyes on the ship, she thought of her last meeting with the Lady Victoria Carrington. She had been ten, while Victoria had been nine, and they had a wonderful time. Victoria wasn't the usual snob that you think a royal should be instead she was rather nice, and really wonderful to talk to. They talked about pirates, and the open sea, and then shifted to talking about dolls, when their parents had come close enough to hear what they were saying.
The commodore put on his most handsome and dashing smile, trying his best to remember the lines that he had prepared to say to make her Ladyship fall to her knees. Smiling even more to himself as he thought of courting such a woman in high stature, even though the Lady was very young, all the better to wed, he though to himself with a smile.
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Victoria walked out and onto the deck, they would be at port very soon, and she wanted to wave to everyone. She loved it when she could wave at someone and they would smile, as if it had made their day. Walking to the side of the ship where she could see the Port better. Victoria looked out and smiled as she made out the sounds of a band, and how it seemed that most of the townspeople were there at the docks waiting. Wow they went all out, Victoria thought, but than the reason of why she was coming to the Caribbean came back to her, and her smile faded. She was supposed to be getting away from all the complications of being a woman of the court. All the pampering, gossiping, looks, large balls, heavy uncomfortable gowns, and so many other things were supposed to be out of the picture, and just the gathering of friends, and family.
That was very unlikely, Victoria thought to herself. Oh well complication can strike when thought not to.
Victoria couldn't wait to get to port and off this ship. It had been days since she had last stepped on solid footing, and yet she did not miss it as much as she thought she should have. Maybe Elizabeth and I can continue our conversation of pirates and the sea, or maybe she is to old for that now, marrying a Lord and all, Victoria thought. What was his name, Victoria titled her head slightly, as she went into a state of thought. Oh, yes Morte, isn't he as old as the commodore fellow? Wait no, his name is Morten, isn't it?
Victoria continued her train of thought, until a hand had been placed on her right shoulder, snapping her out of dream state, and into the harsh reality. Turning her head she looked at her Nanny Clara. The older woman had fine red hair that was always tied up in a high bun. Clara looked at the young woman in front of her, and felt tears come to her eyes. She couldn't believe her mistress was already turning eighteen. "My Lady you look very beautiful." The sincerity in her voice made Victoria smile, but she could see pain in her Nanny's eyes.
Her face turned into one of concern, "What's wrong Nana?"
"Nothing my Lady, it's just the change of weather, you know?" Clara said with her crisp English accent, as she waved her hands in the air as she tried to emphasize her point. Taking a satin handkerchief out and dabbing it at the bottom of her eyelids, when finished she looked at the town that they were very soon to port. "Now, this town looks more peaceful than the business of London."
Turning back to the view, Victoria closed her eyes, and allowed her sense to take in the smell, and sounds of the sea, as well as the sounds of the band. "It is a very peaceful environment, yes."
A sound of a man clearing his throat from behind the two women was heard, making the tow women turn. The gentlemen behind the two, was the captain of the vessel. "Ah, Captain Udell, how are you?" Victoria asked.
Titling his head slightly he said, "Fine, my Lady and you?"
"Just wonderful, but I do wish to get to Port and see all of Port Royal."
The Captain looked surprised, "My Lady I had thought that you had already visited Port Royal before?"
"Yes, but father was only coming here to get a special sword, and to give Miss Swan, now Lady Morten her eleventh birthday present. I had not been given a chance to roam the streets." Victoria thought back.
"Well, I know now you will have many opportunities to roam this small town, not without escorts of course." The captain smiled.
"Of course."
"Well," The captain said as he remembered what he had come to say, "We are to come into port in fifteen minutes.
"Thank you Captain."
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Everyone cheered as the Mer Santa came closer and closer; the band became more enthusiastic in their playing. The people had to admire the beautiful vessel, but the thing that caught their eye the most was the mermaid at the front of the ship. It was sculptured specially for the ship, and looked like something out of a fairy tale.
Elizabeth became nervous all of a sudden, she had not seen the other woman in a while, what if things changed. Of course they changed, she thought irritated. Well now Victoria knows her place in society, which is much higher than mine, but still. I had acted so foolish when we had first met, and now she could be this highly sophisticated woman, and I am just the wife of a Lord. Elizabeth started to regret that she wasn't as happy as she came to the fact that she was married to a Lord and not a certain young Blacksmith.
Suddenly a roar hit the crowd and Elizabeth's head tried to find the source of the roar, and found that Victoria had come into view, and was waving at everyone. She looked even more elegant, and gorgeous than the last time she had last seen her. Even though she had only caught glimpse of what her Ladyship was wearing, she knew it was more expensive, and more wonderful than the dresses she had.
Victoria spotted Elizabeth and smiled, waving at her, Elizabeth did the same, her feelings not entirely vanishing, but she still felt happy that she had another person to talk to rather than her new husband.
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The ship Mer Santa had been docked, and now the passengers were exiting the ship. Victoria tried to maintain her composure, and not run to Elizabeth and hug her, but she had done just that, with her dress flying behind her. Elizabeth smiled and hugged her back. The two did not know why they were so friendly but they had become good friends the last time Victoria had bee at Port.
"Victoria, let me look at you." Elizabeth said, as she looked her friend up and down. "Wow your gown is well.... wow."
Victoria laughed, "You have a beautiful dress too." Elizabeth's gown was white, like her wedding gown except it had a tinge of pink, so that it didn't look too much like a wedding dress. Elizabeth looked down and blushed, " Come on now Elizabeth you must show me around." Victoria hooked her arm with Elizabeth and the tow instantly started to chat.
"My lady, what of you ball tonight?" asked Clara.
"My Lady?" said a voice one that Victoria could not place. She looked behind Elizabeth and saw a man in a red tailored English uniform. He stepped up and slightly pushed Elizabeth out of the way, took Victoria's hand and kissed it. "My lady." He repeated. Victoria smiled, and looked at Elizabeth, pushing back a laugh. Elizabeth had made a look of enthusiastic disgust.
"Clara, what about a ball?" Victoria asked.
"Oh, well there is this ball that the Commodore had made for you, with the extraordinary help of Governor Swan."
"What ball?" Victoria asked again this time more urgently.
"My Lady do you not want a ball?" asked the governor.
"No its just that I um... never mind, I'd love to have a ball. When is it tonight?" Victoria asked as they made their way off the dock, talking, and exchanging greetings. Victoria noticed that Elizabeth was happy with her husband, and dismissed everything that her Aunts had told her about him.
They walked off the docks, and the guards made sure that none of the townspeople were able to get passed them and bother her ladyship. A carriage was already waiting for them, and two guards were already loading her things. Opening the door for her ladyship, Norrington wanted to make a good impression, for her ladyship did not seem interested at the moment.
"Thank you Commodore." Victoria said, and took his hand but before she could continue into the carriage something was telling her to turn and look at the crowd. She did as her gut told her and she saw a young man with dark brown hair, brown eyes, tanned skin, and handsome features, but she couldn't be able to mingle with him for she had her duties as a Lady. Turning she went into the carriage, followed by Elizabeth, her husband, and the governor. The commodore mentally kicked himself; he should have gone inside after Elizabeth.
"Stupid," the commodore murmured.
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Will watched as her ladyship walked with the governor, Commodore, Lord Morten, and his heart wrenched as he thought of her name, Elizabeth. It still hurt to see her beautiful face, but he knew that he had to get over his feelings for her in order for them to go to friendship terms. That might be a little harder then I thought.
After finishing all his work Will had come to the docks wanting to get a glimpse of the fair lady's face and to his surprise she had turned and allowed him to see her beautiful features. She could even be more beautiful than Elizabeth, but that's not possible, wait am I still allowed to think things like that about Elizabeth? Yes, I could because even friends defend their friend's beauty, right then.
Even so, he couldn't help but be drawn to the girls features, it was clear that she was younger than Elizabeth, but there was something about her that he couldn't place. Shaking his head, he watched as the Commodore looked stupefied for a moment or two before Will went towards his own wagon. Taking the reins he petted the horse, and waited until he knew that Bill was back at his tent or spot. His thoughts were always drawn back to her ladyship as she had turned and allowed him to see her face. Don't think that Will, you know that you have no chance with a Noblewoman, special one related to the King, and Queen. Plus if you didn't have a chance with Elizabeth you won't have a chance with.. with...I don't even know her name.