From Rags to Riches
Disclaimer - I will not say it! I will not say it!!! *Receives a kick out of no where* *Glares evilly* FINE!!!! I do not own POTC butI do own Alyssa Marie Turner AND Tori Rose Taylor!!!! So hmph to Disney!!! *Glares*
Summary - What happens when an orphan girl from Tortuga is mistaken as the Governor's granddaughter? A lot!!!! *Grins* Read and review!!!
Authors Note - Thankies to all reviewers!!! *Huggles for Vicki(),carole6580 and Permanently Unhinged!!!* Oh and it might not all be in diary form but I find it easy to write that was so I'll just see. *Grins* Better start writing!!! By the way I leave to go on holidays on the 26th or 27th of December and I don't return till the 11th of January!! So sorrrrrrrrrrry!!!!! Please excuse all spelling and grammatical errors this lass is a inhabitant of the dirty hole of a town, Tortuga. Hmmm better start..
Chapter Two
Dear Diary? (Never heard of a diary before. Never had one either but I found this lying around.)
Life is sooooo unfair! I've been savin' for years to get out of stinkin' Tortuga and when I can finally afford it I end up in Port Royale!!! Port Royale? I'd never even heard of the blasted place till now. This whole 'sperience ain't taught me nutin' 'cept pirates can't be trusted and I knew that already! I think there is somethin' seriously wrong with mah luck. Tell me if this doesn't sound suspicious to ya.
Mah parents BOTH died in the same year. I was rejected from all pirate ships since I'm a girl! (That's really.ummm.what's the word? Sexist? Yeah, I think that's it.) I couldn't find none decent work since that little problem with mah gender. The only work offered to the likes of me would be; a) prostitution
b) barmaid (If I'm lucky which I'm not)
c) both I finally save up enough gold ta pay passage to England and then I end up in the wrong place!!!!
Now does that really sound fair to ya? Actually best not tell me cos I'm in a bad mood and I might not be able to contain my rage. I really wish I could pound those stupid cheatin' pirates heads together right now!!! Grrrr! Thick as two bricks they were. Even when I tried ta tell them this ain't where I want to be they just grin all sly like and pretend they ain't got no idea what I'm talking 'bout. I recall our conversation going along the lines of:
Me - This ain't England! Pirate thug 1- England? Now why would a lass like you want to be goin' there? Me - Cos that's what I paid to be taken to!!!! Pirate thug 2 - I don't 'member you sayin' anythin' 'bout England. Me - Well, I did and I 'spect to be taken there! Pirate thug 1 - Now, now lass I be the Captain 'round here and we ain't going no where near any Brittish Port. That's just like askin' to be hung.
See what I mean? Nasty little cheatin' scum they were. The whole lot of them just laughed and told me ta get a move on. So as you can probably guess (Unless you're just like one of those stupid scallywags) I am not happy. Not in the slightest. And I think one more problem and I might just loose it.
Oh did I tell you 'bout what 'appened next It just so 'appened that this very day the Gov'nor's only granddaughter ran away. Smart move if you ask me. I mean I 'ate being on the streets but I can't even start to imagine what it would be like to be some snobby rich kid being waited on hand and foot. And that's the truth. Absolutely no freedom whatsoever and that would really stink. Mind you at least then I wouldn't 'ave ta worry 'bout where mah next meals comin' from. I 'spose that's good. Actually that's very good.
Hmmmm maybe it wouldn't be so bad after all. But anyway back ta the story. As I was saying the Gov'nor's granddaughter ran away today and I know this cos 1) I found this piece of paper saying so (well more or less it found me) 2) the 'hole towns searchin' for her. Must have been quite a popular lass when ya think 'bout it. Ok ok, I'm getting' of track (again). Well anyway I found this sign and on it in big letters was ALYSSA MARIE TURNER, GOV'NORS GRANDDAUGHER-MISSING! Now that's not the strange thing. The real thing I found weird was that just as I was readin' the sign this man with a wig and red coat comes up all poised like and grabs my arm more than a little firmly. Giving me this relieved and angry look he told me I had better come with 'im.
Ok I was still angry 'bout that mix up with the 'hole England and Port Royale thing so I glared daggers at 'im and wrenched my arm out of his hold. That didn't seem to go down to well with Mr Redcoatwhitewiggedman cos he only used his other hand to grab a hold on mah wrists. His grip had certainly tightened and his eyes seemed quite frightened as if I was going to run away, which I would 'ave done so if he 'adn't been holdin' onto both mah wrists. Anyway he told me mah parents were worried sick and I had better have a good reason for scarring everyone like that. Well that kinda freaked me out cos as I already told ya both mah parents are dead and when someone's dead that's it. Ya can't bring them back to life or anythin'. So rather confused I stared at 'im like he was crazy, which I'm still sure he is, as he took me in a carriage (Yes a carriage. I never thought I'd see the day that I, Tori Rose Taylor, would be seen ridin' 'round in a carriage) to a huge and I mean HUGE mansion sittin' on top a hill.
This house was huge if I haven't already said so, so when I saw it I knew this man must have made some kind of a mistake but he seemed pretty sure of 'imself as he lead me into this building so I let it slip. We were greeted at the door by what I think was the doorman. He also seemed overjoyed to see me and bowed very low. By this time I was more than a little freaked. There were people bowing to me, I'd ridden in a carriage and now this wigged man was takin' me ta see my 'parents'. I didn't really want to meet these so-called parents of mine cos I knew they couldn't really be my real parents and in that case they would know that I'm not their real daughter and this 'hole fairytale would end but despite me wishes Mr Redcoatwhitewiggedman led me into the room anyway.
As soon as I entered I was immediately hugged by this teary-eyed woman who I must say did look an awful lot like me. She had long honey brown locks, liquid brown eyes and sunkissed skin. I was terrified at the similarities (I think my writing it improvin'. I'm using longer words.) and hugged her back rather stiffly. This man who was standin' in the corner by the window looked up with the same relieved expression as the wigged man had. He also, in his own way, looked quite like me. Chocolate brown wavy hair tied back from his bronzed face and dark eyes. I felt rather out of place in this richly furnished room with these richly dressed people but no one seemed to notice. And suddenly it all began to make sense. These people thought I was the Gov'nor's granddaughter. They thought I was Alyssa Marie Turner.
I looked around the room. It all made sense. The woman must be this girl's mother and the darkhaired man, her father. I didn't know who the other man was but at that current time I didn't care. Anyway that would explain the size of the house and the many servants' I had seen peekin' out from behind the stairs and around the walls. Yes, these people thought I was the Gov'nor's grandchild. I almost laughed out loud at their stupidity. I mean standin' in this room full of finely dressed people I couldn't look more out of place if I tried. Dirty boy clothes, ragged hair and smudged cheeks.
Well despite my attire everyone believed I was Alyssa and not to many questions were asked. I think they were all just glad to see 'me' again. Anyway I was escorted (I've always wanted to use that word!) upstairs into an equally amazin' room. And that's where I am now. In what I guess is Alyssa's room. I'm sittin' on her ENORMOUS bed writin' in you and wonderin' what the real Alyssa is doin'. I don't know what I'm goin' ta do. I mean what if she shows up? Everyone will think I've tricked them on purpose and be really mad with me when in all honesty I didn't even want for this to 'appen.
Hmmm I think I'll just wait ta see what 'appens. I might even stay for a bit and see how long it takes for them to realise it's me, an orphan girl from Tortuga and not their well brought up lass they think I am. I wonder where I should hide you. I can't just leave you lying around or someone's bound to pick you up and read all my secrets. I can hear someone coming. I'll have to think about that later.
By for now
Tori Rose Taylor
Disclaimer - I will not say it! I will not say it!!! *Receives a kick out of no where* *Glares evilly* FINE!!!! I do not own POTC butI do own Alyssa Marie Turner AND Tori Rose Taylor!!!! So hmph to Disney!!! *Glares*
Summary - What happens when an orphan girl from Tortuga is mistaken as the Governor's granddaughter? A lot!!!! *Grins* Read and review!!!
Authors Note - Thankies to all reviewers!!! *Huggles for Vicki(),carole6580 and Permanently Unhinged!!!* Oh and it might not all be in diary form but I find it easy to write that was so I'll just see. *Grins* Better start writing!!! By the way I leave to go on holidays on the 26th or 27th of December and I don't return till the 11th of January!! So sorrrrrrrrrrry!!!!! Please excuse all spelling and grammatical errors this lass is a inhabitant of the dirty hole of a town, Tortuga. Hmmm better start..
Chapter Two
Dear Diary? (Never heard of a diary before. Never had one either but I found this lying around.)
Life is sooooo unfair! I've been savin' for years to get out of stinkin' Tortuga and when I can finally afford it I end up in Port Royale!!! Port Royale? I'd never even heard of the blasted place till now. This whole 'sperience ain't taught me nutin' 'cept pirates can't be trusted and I knew that already! I think there is somethin' seriously wrong with mah luck. Tell me if this doesn't sound suspicious to ya.
Mah parents BOTH died in the same year. I was rejected from all pirate ships since I'm a girl! (That's really.ummm.what's the word? Sexist? Yeah, I think that's it.) I couldn't find none decent work since that little problem with mah gender. The only work offered to the likes of me would be; a) prostitution
b) barmaid (If I'm lucky which I'm not)
c) both I finally save up enough gold ta pay passage to England and then I end up in the wrong place!!!!
Now does that really sound fair to ya? Actually best not tell me cos I'm in a bad mood and I might not be able to contain my rage. I really wish I could pound those stupid cheatin' pirates heads together right now!!! Grrrr! Thick as two bricks they were. Even when I tried ta tell them this ain't where I want to be they just grin all sly like and pretend they ain't got no idea what I'm talking 'bout. I recall our conversation going along the lines of:
Me - This ain't England! Pirate thug 1- England? Now why would a lass like you want to be goin' there? Me - Cos that's what I paid to be taken to!!!! Pirate thug 2 - I don't 'member you sayin' anythin' 'bout England. Me - Well, I did and I 'spect to be taken there! Pirate thug 1 - Now, now lass I be the Captain 'round here and we ain't going no where near any Brittish Port. That's just like askin' to be hung.
See what I mean? Nasty little cheatin' scum they were. The whole lot of them just laughed and told me ta get a move on. So as you can probably guess (Unless you're just like one of those stupid scallywags) I am not happy. Not in the slightest. And I think one more problem and I might just loose it.
Oh did I tell you 'bout what 'appened next It just so 'appened that this very day the Gov'nor's only granddaughter ran away. Smart move if you ask me. I mean I 'ate being on the streets but I can't even start to imagine what it would be like to be some snobby rich kid being waited on hand and foot. And that's the truth. Absolutely no freedom whatsoever and that would really stink. Mind you at least then I wouldn't 'ave ta worry 'bout where mah next meals comin' from. I 'spose that's good. Actually that's very good.
Hmmmm maybe it wouldn't be so bad after all. But anyway back ta the story. As I was saying the Gov'nor's granddaughter ran away today and I know this cos 1) I found this piece of paper saying so (well more or less it found me) 2) the 'hole towns searchin' for her. Must have been quite a popular lass when ya think 'bout it. Ok ok, I'm getting' of track (again). Well anyway I found this sign and on it in big letters was ALYSSA MARIE TURNER, GOV'NORS GRANDDAUGHER-MISSING! Now that's not the strange thing. The real thing I found weird was that just as I was readin' the sign this man with a wig and red coat comes up all poised like and grabs my arm more than a little firmly. Giving me this relieved and angry look he told me I had better come with 'im.
Ok I was still angry 'bout that mix up with the 'hole England and Port Royale thing so I glared daggers at 'im and wrenched my arm out of his hold. That didn't seem to go down to well with Mr Redcoatwhitewiggedman cos he only used his other hand to grab a hold on mah wrists. His grip had certainly tightened and his eyes seemed quite frightened as if I was going to run away, which I would 'ave done so if he 'adn't been holdin' onto both mah wrists. Anyway he told me mah parents were worried sick and I had better have a good reason for scarring everyone like that. Well that kinda freaked me out cos as I already told ya both mah parents are dead and when someone's dead that's it. Ya can't bring them back to life or anythin'. So rather confused I stared at 'im like he was crazy, which I'm still sure he is, as he took me in a carriage (Yes a carriage. I never thought I'd see the day that I, Tori Rose Taylor, would be seen ridin' 'round in a carriage) to a huge and I mean HUGE mansion sittin' on top a hill.
This house was huge if I haven't already said so, so when I saw it I knew this man must have made some kind of a mistake but he seemed pretty sure of 'imself as he lead me into this building so I let it slip. We were greeted at the door by what I think was the doorman. He also seemed overjoyed to see me and bowed very low. By this time I was more than a little freaked. There were people bowing to me, I'd ridden in a carriage and now this wigged man was takin' me ta see my 'parents'. I didn't really want to meet these so-called parents of mine cos I knew they couldn't really be my real parents and in that case they would know that I'm not their real daughter and this 'hole fairytale would end but despite me wishes Mr Redcoatwhitewiggedman led me into the room anyway.
As soon as I entered I was immediately hugged by this teary-eyed woman who I must say did look an awful lot like me. She had long honey brown locks, liquid brown eyes and sunkissed skin. I was terrified at the similarities (I think my writing it improvin'. I'm using longer words.) and hugged her back rather stiffly. This man who was standin' in the corner by the window looked up with the same relieved expression as the wigged man had. He also, in his own way, looked quite like me. Chocolate brown wavy hair tied back from his bronzed face and dark eyes. I felt rather out of place in this richly furnished room with these richly dressed people but no one seemed to notice. And suddenly it all began to make sense. These people thought I was the Gov'nor's granddaughter. They thought I was Alyssa Marie Turner.
I looked around the room. It all made sense. The woman must be this girl's mother and the darkhaired man, her father. I didn't know who the other man was but at that current time I didn't care. Anyway that would explain the size of the house and the many servants' I had seen peekin' out from behind the stairs and around the walls. Yes, these people thought I was the Gov'nor's grandchild. I almost laughed out loud at their stupidity. I mean standin' in this room full of finely dressed people I couldn't look more out of place if I tried. Dirty boy clothes, ragged hair and smudged cheeks.
Well despite my attire everyone believed I was Alyssa and not to many questions were asked. I think they were all just glad to see 'me' again. Anyway I was escorted (I've always wanted to use that word!) upstairs into an equally amazin' room. And that's where I am now. In what I guess is Alyssa's room. I'm sittin' on her ENORMOUS bed writin' in you and wonderin' what the real Alyssa is doin'. I don't know what I'm goin' ta do. I mean what if she shows up? Everyone will think I've tricked them on purpose and be really mad with me when in all honesty I didn't even want for this to 'appen.
Hmmm I think I'll just wait ta see what 'appens. I might even stay for a bit and see how long it takes for them to realise it's me, an orphan girl from Tortuga and not their well brought up lass they think I am. I wonder where I should hide you. I can't just leave you lying around or someone's bound to pick you up and read all my secrets. I can hear someone coming. I'll have to think about that later.
By for now
Tori Rose Taylor