Author's note: Hey, guys I had a break for a while from fanfiction.net because of school, and I forgot to put this on the last chapter. School has been hectic and I hate it but you need school. For reason I can't place. Um well between periods, and now I have two fresh chapters made and ready for your reading. Thanks for all the e-mails, but reviews and the reviews. Well here's the next chapter, oh but before I forget I am starting another story so I might be divide between the two.
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Chapter four: Will
The day wasn't extra hot but sunny with a breeze, and to Victoria a wonderful day to go around Port Royal for a tour, by anyone that wanted to show her around. Looking out the window in a feminine, and composed way, she had to see everything. The Caribbean was a paradise, and she had remembered thinking this before but she had not known just how wonderful it was until she came back a second time.
She was surprised to see how huge the Governor's home was, true it was nothing compared to the palace, or her father's estate, but still it was beautiful. Governor Swan's home was welcoming to her, the door of the carriage opened, Lord Morten went out, helped Governor Swan out, than his wife, with a kiss on the cheek as well, and then he held out a hand for Victoria to take. Taking his hand he helped, her out of the carriage, and onto the secure footing of the Governor's estate.
Looking around she noticed that fresh flowers were growing, and that another carriage was approaching, undoubtedly carrying the unhappy Commodore. Thinking that it was best to wait for the Commodore, she stood there waiting as proper as could be.
Governor Swan finished talking to Wesley and gave the order for the servants to come out and be introduced to her Ladyship. Governor Swan took Victoria's hand and lead her inside, "But Sir, what of the commodore, and head of the Royal Guard?"
"The head of the Royal Guard is here my Lady?" Said a man with a deep but not baritone voice. Sir VanderTook, was now at Victoria's side, "Sorry to keep you waiting my Lady."
"It is alright Sir VanderTook." Victoria allowed herself to be lead to a line of servants. Smiling at all of them as she was introduced to all of the workers. She was grateful when two of the butlers after being introduce to her, went and took her bags from the carriage.
A woman named Matilda was assigned to be her servant for her time here. "My Lady do you wish to see your rooms?" Asked the woman.
"Oh, yes please." Victoria wanted to be shown around the mansion , but she wanted to be out in the town as well. Her quarters were furnished wonderfully, they were almost like the furniture in her quarters in England, and maybe the purposely did that thinking that it would make her happy. Instead it made Victoria sad that she couldn't be with her friends right now.
Sighing her Clara entered and shooed the servants that had come in to make last minute checks, all servants but her own from England. "My Lady if you wish to roam the streets of this town I advise that you should change out of that beautiful gown, and into a dress come now you must change."
Clara made her servants put away Victoria's things, while she herself went and looked for the perfect dress to wear. Victoria wasn't paying attention to Clara or the servants at the moment she was to busy examining her room. She loved it, but when she spotted the French doors that lead to the balcony she loved it even more. Opening the doors, a gush of wind came in making her dress ruffle around her as the drapes blew with the wind, as the sent of the sea came in. (A little dramatic I know but I just had to put that in there.) Stepping out side she looked out at the Caribbean, "Just beautiful." But something was out of place, something black floating in the air.
Victoria looked to her right and saw that there was a ship in the distance. It was hidden well enough, that you might not have seen it without a second glance, but the sails had caught her eyes. A ship with black sails torn here and there, but it looked lifeless even without being able to see its deck. Victoria just looked at it. She shivered, the ship looked like a bad omen as if something bad was going to happen, that or pirates are here. The latter gave Victoria a smile, pirates aren't that bad unless their hostile.
"My Lady." Came Clara's voice and Victoria had to tear her eyes from it. She had heard of a ship with black sails, but she couldn't' remember the tale. Reluctantly she went inside, and was dressed for her tour.
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Will thanked Bill again, before walking back to the Blacksmith shop. He thought about having a few goes with a sword and an invisible target at the moment, but he thought it be better if he to a tavern and drink up to his success of making so many swords in very little of time. He didn't really have much on his mind except two women were haunting his every step. If he wasn't thinking about Elizabeth, he would think of the young noblewoman that at this moment does not have a name, but has a beautiful face and a title.
Shrugging he went inside and decided to clean up the mess, and make a few swords, if he had time.
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Victoria came out of her quarters wearing a floor length dress. The lace pattern were of flowers and humming birds or the outer layer, inside was a silk dress, with spaghetti straps, also floor length, but this dress had white pearls curving and dancing around the silk fabric. The outer layer was meant as a coat, and it fit just right. Her hair was still in a French twist, but her eyes held a spark of excitement. Walking down the curving stairs, she looked for Elizabeth, and couldn't find anyone. "Hello!" She said but no one answered.
Thinking that maybe everyone was in the living room, Victoria made her way inside the living room, and again she said, "Hello!" but still no answer came. She moved in the dinning room, no one, the library, no one, the kitchen no servants at all. Making her way to study no one was there either.
Victoria's breathing accelerated, from fear, one of her hands went to her heart as if trying to slow it's rapid pulse, and her other hand went to steady herself. Even though she was breathing rapidly she did not feel as if she was actually breathing. What's going on? Did pirates invade or something, well no because then everyone would be running around trying to save their own lives rather than tiring to be quiet.
Victoria never liked the feeling of being isolated, alone, and without anyone. Everything became blurry, and then something in her head opened up, something that she had not remembered until now.
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The last time something like this had happened to her was when her mother had left Victoria in her chambers, took the servants, and went to meet her brother-in-law. The maids were reluctant to leave such a young child in a big chamber without anyone to be there and look after her, just in case she got hurt or something. But her mother had somehow got them to leave, and would soon forget that she had a four year-old daughter in her chambers alone, and without anyone to look after her.
Victoria had played with her dolls, and stuff animals, until she noticed that she was alone. She had called out for her mother, and for Clara, but her voice only echoed. Victoria did not think that her mother would just leave her, so she had put her dolls neatly away, as she was taught to by Clara, and had gone to the door. She pushed and pulled but the door wouldn't budge. She was to small to reach the door knob so she pounded on the door. No one came to see what was wrong with her, if she was alright, and that scarred her. After living a life that had people always paying attention to her, and now she had no one to listen, made her freak out.
Defeated Victoria had slumped down and decided that she should just cry, but after a few minutes of that she could take it anymore, and she knew she would get out of this room if she had to go out the window. Window, she thought and smiled when she felt the draft.
Looking around she spotted the window, and went straight to it, but when she came in close proximity, she noticed that she was to small to reach the windowsill. I don't like being small, she thought stubbornly. Taking her mother's stool, she took that and placed it underneath the window, and now she was tall enough to climb onto the ledge, and over to the wall outside.
He mind wasn't processing the fact that she could have slipped and died, even as she looked down at the deep plunge she wasn't afraid, but instead she just climbed until she had gotten onto a high ledge. She was stuck, she didn't remember how she got up there, and now she did not know how to get off.
Her body shook, as the winds blew around her, and as it slowly started to rain. She didn't think about anything, she just wanted to be warm, and not her, where it is dark, and cold. Looking over the edge a few times, Victoria couldn't believe that she was in this situation.
Staying in the cold and wet ledge for what seemed like hours, someone finally found her. The man had come up to the roof, to see if there was anything wrong, when he had heard a little girl crying, and sniffing. He found little Victoria, and took her into his arms. He quickly made his way to the great hall, and made his way to the King. When he had seen his niece, he made sure that a warm bed made for her, and he had called upon the best doctors, to diagnose what was wrong with her.
Victoria remembered that she had still been shivering in the sheets even thought the sheets were extremely warm. Victoria had been in a stage of shock for a while, until finally she snapped out of it and did not remember anything after she had woken up two weeks later, and started to play with her dolls, as if nothing had happened.
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Shaking her head she couldn't believe that she had forgotten something so traumatizing as that but the more she thought about it the more her surroundings looked and felt like it was transforming into the ledge. She started to shiver, and her teeth started to chatter. She closed her eyes, as her head started to spin, and she was starting to lose her balance, on the stable floor. After a few minutes of swaying her body gave in and she fell as if she was being pushed off the ledge, but to her surprise strong arms took hold of her and softly she went to the ground, supported by the arms around her waist.
A warm hand brushed away a few stray hairs from her face, and the smell of fire, and sweat made Victoria eye's open, and when he looked up, she found a pair of beautiful dark amber eyes looking down at her concerned. When her head stopped spinning, and her teeth stopped chattering she noticed that it was the man from the docks. She took in his handsome features, all the while liking that fact that his strong arms were still around her. She couldn't help her self but she started to cuddle closer to him, and yet he didn't look like it bothered him.
Will couldn't believe it he had the woman that he had been thinking none stop about in his arms. No words came out of his mouth, he just looked down at her, taking in her lovely features, but when she cuddle closer to him he knew that this would look awkward if one of the servants, the Governor, the Commodore, or Elizabeth came in and saw the two of them like this. Couching out the words he said, " Um are you alright my lady?" Stupid question, of curse she isn't all right I mean she almost fainted, get your facts straight Will.
The sound of his voice was very soothing, but she knew that she would have to get up soon, "Yes, I'm alright." She said, and was very much grateful when Will had helped hr up. "Thank you so much Mr.-"
"Turner, William Turner." He said bowing and kissing her hand.
"Well, Thank you Mr. Turner." She said, almost gasping when his warm lush lips touched her skin.
"Your welcome My Lady," He said, and remembered that he did not know her name. "And your name My Lady?"
"Lady Victoria Kaitlyn Adelicia Lari Carrington." She said and his mouth almost dropped, he had forgotten that royals have long names, and titles to go with them. "But you can just call my Victoria." She said seeing his reaction. She smiled, holding back her laughter. She was used to people being shocked about her name, but never about how long it was.
Will smiled back and said without thinking, "You have a beautiful smile."
Victoria blushed, "Thank you."
Will, smiled again, but than he remembered that he was here to delivery two other orders, not flirt with Lady Victoria. Will had been surprised when he had seen Mr. Brown sober, and finishing the making a sword. Will looked at Mr. Brown as he admired his work. When he noticed Will was watching him, he beckoned the younger man over, and showed him the sword. No matter how drunk Mr. Brown could get he still made beautiful swords.
The blade was about thirty inches of stainless steel, with a five1/2 inch leather grip gold plated handle. Encrypted into the blade a design of a crown, and a crest, surround by swirling reeds. Will didn't have that much more time to examine it when another sword was thrust into his hands. This one was exactly the same except smaller, fitted for smaller hands.
"Um, my Lady is the Governor around I must speak with him, I have something that he wants." He said abruptly, with a single sentence he had changed happiness into business. He was getting better at doing so; he knew this because of the look of sadness that came over Victoria's face.
She didn't want him to see how disappointed she was that his only business here was to talk to the Governor, and deliver something. Victoria caught a glimpse of two thin rectangular boxes one, shorter and smaller than the other.
"I don't know where he is Mr. Turner, I've been looking for everyone before you..." Victoria became quiet when she heard hoarse huffs outside, and knew that someone was home, when I'm not looking for them they appear, but when I am looking for them they're nowhere to be found. The noise of a door opening, and people shuffling out, caught both Victoria, and Will's attention. The two turned at the same speed and met the eyes of Sir VanderTook, the Governor, and the Commodore.
They all looked from Victoria, to Will suspiciously, but the first to speak was the Commodore, "What are you doing here Turner?" The question was spat out, as if it were a foul question.
"I've come with another delivery." Will said.
"You've already been here to drop off all the orders, what now?" The commodore asked the same way he asked his first question.
"Mr. Brown wishes to give a present to the on coming visitors, from England." Will said, as he strolled over to where he had dropped the swords in effort to save Victoria from falling on her head. Making sure they were undamaged, but never opening them he said, "Mr. Brown said that they were only to be opened by the hand of Lady Carrington's father, and no one else."
"How, do we know that this is not some sort of charade, and what is in that boxes, is something to hurt the Lord, and not be a present?" Asked Norrington, still the same way, Victoria wanted to stomp on Norrington's feet for being so rude, but as a Lady she could not do that.
"No, I shall keep it in my custody, until the Lord and Lady Carrington come with their parties." Said the governor, having a hint that what lay inside the box was a sword, and not something extremely deadly. (Well it is, it's not used to kill someone.)
Will gave the boxes to the Governor, and was about to leave when a voice called out to him, "William." He turned to see the Lady Victoria run to his side. "I have just ported here, and I have no one show me around, would you please?"
"Me?" He asked surprise, and he did not even have to look at Norrington to see his anger, and surprise. "I'd love to my Lady." He said, as the two exchange smiles.
"But my Lady, Elizabeth was to show you around." Norrington making it quite clear he did not like Victoria to go with Turner.
"Yes, but her Ladyship, has chosen, who she would like to go with, and we must see to it. Plus, My Lady Morten is upstairs with her husband as we speak." Said Sir VanderTook. Will Cringed visibly, and VanderTook's eyebrows rose. "My Lady, I shall get a few of my guards ad we should be off and into town soon."
Turning he went to get a few of the guards, and made sure that Norrington was right beside him, and would not follow the lady Victoria and her escort. He did not like this white wigged man for some reason that he did not know of. But this Mr. Turner what is his story?
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Chapter four: Will
The day wasn't extra hot but sunny with a breeze, and to Victoria a wonderful day to go around Port Royal for a tour, by anyone that wanted to show her around. Looking out the window in a feminine, and composed way, she had to see everything. The Caribbean was a paradise, and she had remembered thinking this before but she had not known just how wonderful it was until she came back a second time.
She was surprised to see how huge the Governor's home was, true it was nothing compared to the palace, or her father's estate, but still it was beautiful. Governor Swan's home was welcoming to her, the door of the carriage opened, Lord Morten went out, helped Governor Swan out, than his wife, with a kiss on the cheek as well, and then he held out a hand for Victoria to take. Taking his hand he helped, her out of the carriage, and onto the secure footing of the Governor's estate.
Looking around she noticed that fresh flowers were growing, and that another carriage was approaching, undoubtedly carrying the unhappy Commodore. Thinking that it was best to wait for the Commodore, she stood there waiting as proper as could be.
Governor Swan finished talking to Wesley and gave the order for the servants to come out and be introduced to her Ladyship. Governor Swan took Victoria's hand and lead her inside, "But Sir, what of the commodore, and head of the Royal Guard?"
"The head of the Royal Guard is here my Lady?" Said a man with a deep but not baritone voice. Sir VanderTook, was now at Victoria's side, "Sorry to keep you waiting my Lady."
"It is alright Sir VanderTook." Victoria allowed herself to be lead to a line of servants. Smiling at all of them as she was introduced to all of the workers. She was grateful when two of the butlers after being introduce to her, went and took her bags from the carriage.
A woman named Matilda was assigned to be her servant for her time here. "My Lady do you wish to see your rooms?" Asked the woman.
"Oh, yes please." Victoria wanted to be shown around the mansion , but she wanted to be out in the town as well. Her quarters were furnished wonderfully, they were almost like the furniture in her quarters in England, and maybe the purposely did that thinking that it would make her happy. Instead it made Victoria sad that she couldn't be with her friends right now.
Sighing her Clara entered and shooed the servants that had come in to make last minute checks, all servants but her own from England. "My Lady if you wish to roam the streets of this town I advise that you should change out of that beautiful gown, and into a dress come now you must change."
Clara made her servants put away Victoria's things, while she herself went and looked for the perfect dress to wear. Victoria wasn't paying attention to Clara or the servants at the moment she was to busy examining her room. She loved it, but when she spotted the French doors that lead to the balcony she loved it even more. Opening the doors, a gush of wind came in making her dress ruffle around her as the drapes blew with the wind, as the sent of the sea came in. (A little dramatic I know but I just had to put that in there.) Stepping out side she looked out at the Caribbean, "Just beautiful." But something was out of place, something black floating in the air.
Victoria looked to her right and saw that there was a ship in the distance. It was hidden well enough, that you might not have seen it without a second glance, but the sails had caught her eyes. A ship with black sails torn here and there, but it looked lifeless even without being able to see its deck. Victoria just looked at it. She shivered, the ship looked like a bad omen as if something bad was going to happen, that or pirates are here. The latter gave Victoria a smile, pirates aren't that bad unless their hostile.
"My Lady." Came Clara's voice and Victoria had to tear her eyes from it. She had heard of a ship with black sails, but she couldn't' remember the tale. Reluctantly she went inside, and was dressed for her tour.
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Will thanked Bill again, before walking back to the Blacksmith shop. He thought about having a few goes with a sword and an invisible target at the moment, but he thought it be better if he to a tavern and drink up to his success of making so many swords in very little of time. He didn't really have much on his mind except two women were haunting his every step. If he wasn't thinking about Elizabeth, he would think of the young noblewoman that at this moment does not have a name, but has a beautiful face and a title.
Shrugging he went inside and decided to clean up the mess, and make a few swords, if he had time.
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Victoria came out of her quarters wearing a floor length dress. The lace pattern were of flowers and humming birds or the outer layer, inside was a silk dress, with spaghetti straps, also floor length, but this dress had white pearls curving and dancing around the silk fabric. The outer layer was meant as a coat, and it fit just right. Her hair was still in a French twist, but her eyes held a spark of excitement. Walking down the curving stairs, she looked for Elizabeth, and couldn't find anyone. "Hello!" She said but no one answered.
Thinking that maybe everyone was in the living room, Victoria made her way inside the living room, and again she said, "Hello!" but still no answer came. She moved in the dinning room, no one, the library, no one, the kitchen no servants at all. Making her way to study no one was there either.
Victoria's breathing accelerated, from fear, one of her hands went to her heart as if trying to slow it's rapid pulse, and her other hand went to steady herself. Even though she was breathing rapidly she did not feel as if she was actually breathing. What's going on? Did pirates invade or something, well no because then everyone would be running around trying to save their own lives rather than tiring to be quiet.
Victoria never liked the feeling of being isolated, alone, and without anyone. Everything became blurry, and then something in her head opened up, something that she had not remembered until now.
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The last time something like this had happened to her was when her mother had left Victoria in her chambers, took the servants, and went to meet her brother-in-law. The maids were reluctant to leave such a young child in a big chamber without anyone to be there and look after her, just in case she got hurt or something. But her mother had somehow got them to leave, and would soon forget that she had a four year-old daughter in her chambers alone, and without anyone to look after her.
Victoria had played with her dolls, and stuff animals, until she noticed that she was alone. She had called out for her mother, and for Clara, but her voice only echoed. Victoria did not think that her mother would just leave her, so she had put her dolls neatly away, as she was taught to by Clara, and had gone to the door. She pushed and pulled but the door wouldn't budge. She was to small to reach the door knob so she pounded on the door. No one came to see what was wrong with her, if she was alright, and that scarred her. After living a life that had people always paying attention to her, and now she had no one to listen, made her freak out.
Defeated Victoria had slumped down and decided that she should just cry, but after a few minutes of that she could take it anymore, and she knew she would get out of this room if she had to go out the window. Window, she thought and smiled when she felt the draft.
Looking around she spotted the window, and went straight to it, but when she came in close proximity, she noticed that she was to small to reach the windowsill. I don't like being small, she thought stubbornly. Taking her mother's stool, she took that and placed it underneath the window, and now she was tall enough to climb onto the ledge, and over to the wall outside.
He mind wasn't processing the fact that she could have slipped and died, even as she looked down at the deep plunge she wasn't afraid, but instead she just climbed until she had gotten onto a high ledge. She was stuck, she didn't remember how she got up there, and now she did not know how to get off.
Her body shook, as the winds blew around her, and as it slowly started to rain. She didn't think about anything, she just wanted to be warm, and not her, where it is dark, and cold. Looking over the edge a few times, Victoria couldn't believe that she was in this situation.
Staying in the cold and wet ledge for what seemed like hours, someone finally found her. The man had come up to the roof, to see if there was anything wrong, when he had heard a little girl crying, and sniffing. He found little Victoria, and took her into his arms. He quickly made his way to the great hall, and made his way to the King. When he had seen his niece, he made sure that a warm bed made for her, and he had called upon the best doctors, to diagnose what was wrong with her.
Victoria remembered that she had still been shivering in the sheets even thought the sheets were extremely warm. Victoria had been in a stage of shock for a while, until finally she snapped out of it and did not remember anything after she had woken up two weeks later, and started to play with her dolls, as if nothing had happened.
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Shaking her head she couldn't believe that she had forgotten something so traumatizing as that but the more she thought about it the more her surroundings looked and felt like it was transforming into the ledge. She started to shiver, and her teeth started to chatter. She closed her eyes, as her head started to spin, and she was starting to lose her balance, on the stable floor. After a few minutes of swaying her body gave in and she fell as if she was being pushed off the ledge, but to her surprise strong arms took hold of her and softly she went to the ground, supported by the arms around her waist.
A warm hand brushed away a few stray hairs from her face, and the smell of fire, and sweat made Victoria eye's open, and when he looked up, she found a pair of beautiful dark amber eyes looking down at her concerned. When her head stopped spinning, and her teeth stopped chattering she noticed that it was the man from the docks. She took in his handsome features, all the while liking that fact that his strong arms were still around her. She couldn't help her self but she started to cuddle closer to him, and yet he didn't look like it bothered him.
Will couldn't believe it he had the woman that he had been thinking none stop about in his arms. No words came out of his mouth, he just looked down at her, taking in her lovely features, but when she cuddle closer to him he knew that this would look awkward if one of the servants, the Governor, the Commodore, or Elizabeth came in and saw the two of them like this. Couching out the words he said, " Um are you alright my lady?" Stupid question, of curse she isn't all right I mean she almost fainted, get your facts straight Will.
The sound of his voice was very soothing, but she knew that she would have to get up soon, "Yes, I'm alright." She said, and was very much grateful when Will had helped hr up. "Thank you so much Mr.-"
"Turner, William Turner." He said bowing and kissing her hand.
"Well, Thank you Mr. Turner." She said, almost gasping when his warm lush lips touched her skin.
"Your welcome My Lady," He said, and remembered that he did not know her name. "And your name My Lady?"
"Lady Victoria Kaitlyn Adelicia Lari Carrington." She said and his mouth almost dropped, he had forgotten that royals have long names, and titles to go with them. "But you can just call my Victoria." She said seeing his reaction. She smiled, holding back her laughter. She was used to people being shocked about her name, but never about how long it was.
Will smiled back and said without thinking, "You have a beautiful smile."
Victoria blushed, "Thank you."
Will, smiled again, but than he remembered that he was here to delivery two other orders, not flirt with Lady Victoria. Will had been surprised when he had seen Mr. Brown sober, and finishing the making a sword. Will looked at Mr. Brown as he admired his work. When he noticed Will was watching him, he beckoned the younger man over, and showed him the sword. No matter how drunk Mr. Brown could get he still made beautiful swords.
The blade was about thirty inches of stainless steel, with a five1/2 inch leather grip gold plated handle. Encrypted into the blade a design of a crown, and a crest, surround by swirling reeds. Will didn't have that much more time to examine it when another sword was thrust into his hands. This one was exactly the same except smaller, fitted for smaller hands.
"Um, my Lady is the Governor around I must speak with him, I have something that he wants." He said abruptly, with a single sentence he had changed happiness into business. He was getting better at doing so; he knew this because of the look of sadness that came over Victoria's face.
She didn't want him to see how disappointed she was that his only business here was to talk to the Governor, and deliver something. Victoria caught a glimpse of two thin rectangular boxes one, shorter and smaller than the other.
"I don't know where he is Mr. Turner, I've been looking for everyone before you..." Victoria became quiet when she heard hoarse huffs outside, and knew that someone was home, when I'm not looking for them they appear, but when I am looking for them they're nowhere to be found. The noise of a door opening, and people shuffling out, caught both Victoria, and Will's attention. The two turned at the same speed and met the eyes of Sir VanderTook, the Governor, and the Commodore.
They all looked from Victoria, to Will suspiciously, but the first to speak was the Commodore, "What are you doing here Turner?" The question was spat out, as if it were a foul question.
"I've come with another delivery." Will said.
"You've already been here to drop off all the orders, what now?" The commodore asked the same way he asked his first question.
"Mr. Brown wishes to give a present to the on coming visitors, from England." Will said, as he strolled over to where he had dropped the swords in effort to save Victoria from falling on her head. Making sure they were undamaged, but never opening them he said, "Mr. Brown said that they were only to be opened by the hand of Lady Carrington's father, and no one else."
"How, do we know that this is not some sort of charade, and what is in that boxes, is something to hurt the Lord, and not be a present?" Asked Norrington, still the same way, Victoria wanted to stomp on Norrington's feet for being so rude, but as a Lady she could not do that.
"No, I shall keep it in my custody, until the Lord and Lady Carrington come with their parties." Said the governor, having a hint that what lay inside the box was a sword, and not something extremely deadly. (Well it is, it's not used to kill someone.)
Will gave the boxes to the Governor, and was about to leave when a voice called out to him, "William." He turned to see the Lady Victoria run to his side. "I have just ported here, and I have no one show me around, would you please?"
"Me?" He asked surprise, and he did not even have to look at Norrington to see his anger, and surprise. "I'd love to my Lady." He said, as the two exchange smiles.
"But my Lady, Elizabeth was to show you around." Norrington making it quite clear he did not like Victoria to go with Turner.
"Yes, but her Ladyship, has chosen, who she would like to go with, and we must see to it. Plus, My Lady Morten is upstairs with her husband as we speak." Said Sir VanderTook. Will Cringed visibly, and VanderTook's eyebrows rose. "My Lady, I shall get a few of my guards ad we should be off and into town soon."
Turning he went to get a few of the guards, and made sure that Norrington was right beside him, and would not follow the lady Victoria and her escort. He did not like this white wigged man for some reason that he did not know of. But this Mr. Turner what is his story?
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