Fairy Stories
Prologue ~*~
"Gracie, you go to sleep now." Her mother would coo softly, tucking in her daughter into bed. She looked over at her older son and smiled; already asleep. She tip toed out of the room to go to sleep herself; blowing out the candles on the way.
Gracie quickly sat up and woke her brother. The sat obediently waiting for the next person to come in the door. The old door creaked open and was quickly shut behind the figure, which lit the candles in the room with a match. "What story tonight?" Their father asked smiling, his hazel eyes sparking from the dim light the candles gave off.
"Father, tell us the story of Black Pearl." Gracie said snuggling up to him, her older brother sighing in objection.
"Grace! We've heard that story thousands of times. We all know the ending! Besides, we all know it isn't true. There is no such thing as a cursed treasure that in the moonlight the thieves turn to skeletons, and there is absolutely no such thing as pirates. I wish you weren't so gullible." Her brother crossed his arms rolling his eyes.
His father shook his head. "That is where you are wrong Thomas. There is such things as pirates."
Gracie nodded in agreement. "When I grow up, I'm going to be a pirate." I announced.
Thomas rolled his eyes as he rolled back into bed. "Even if there were pirates, they wouldn't let a girl become one. Why don't you just face facts and realize you are just going to be a blacksmith's daughter?"
Gracie looked up at her father. "Father, I could be a pirate if I wanted to right?"
Her father smirked. "You're a Turner; you can be whatever you want to be."
The door burst open. "William Turner! I told you to stop filling our children's heads with fairy stories, with pirates and canons. It isn't real and you're going to give them nightmares!"
Will Turner got up and hugged his wife. "Elizabeth, they're children. They aren't actually going to become pirates and scoundrels," he smiled as he looked back at his daughter who was still sitting up in her bed bewildered, "even if the blood does run through their veins."
Prologue ~*~
"Gracie, you go to sleep now." Her mother would coo softly, tucking in her daughter into bed. She looked over at her older son and smiled; already asleep. She tip toed out of the room to go to sleep herself; blowing out the candles on the way.
Gracie quickly sat up and woke her brother. The sat obediently waiting for the next person to come in the door. The old door creaked open and was quickly shut behind the figure, which lit the candles in the room with a match. "What story tonight?" Their father asked smiling, his hazel eyes sparking from the dim light the candles gave off.
"Father, tell us the story of Black Pearl." Gracie said snuggling up to him, her older brother sighing in objection.
"Grace! We've heard that story thousands of times. We all know the ending! Besides, we all know it isn't true. There is no such thing as a cursed treasure that in the moonlight the thieves turn to skeletons, and there is absolutely no such thing as pirates. I wish you weren't so gullible." Her brother crossed his arms rolling his eyes.
His father shook his head. "That is where you are wrong Thomas. There is such things as pirates."
Gracie nodded in agreement. "When I grow up, I'm going to be a pirate." I announced.
Thomas rolled his eyes as he rolled back into bed. "Even if there were pirates, they wouldn't let a girl become one. Why don't you just face facts and realize you are just going to be a blacksmith's daughter?"
Gracie looked up at her father. "Father, I could be a pirate if I wanted to right?"
Her father smirked. "You're a Turner; you can be whatever you want to be."
The door burst open. "William Turner! I told you to stop filling our children's heads with fairy stories, with pirates and canons. It isn't real and you're going to give them nightmares!"
Will Turner got up and hugged his wife. "Elizabeth, they're children. They aren't actually going to become pirates and scoundrels," he smiled as he looked back at his daughter who was still sitting up in her bed bewildered, "even if the blood does run through their veins."