.And a Pirate's Life for me
Chapter Five-A Change in the Wind
Elizabeth's POV
I woke up, suddenly, startled, surprised. I didn't know what woke me. Moiré was
sleeping, Will was awake, and everything was as peaceful as could be. Below deck, that
is. I smelt something in the air, a change of wind. The air was sharp and cold, and I found
myself taking quick intakes of breath.
Annamarie bustled in the room.
"I've found a nurse." She said. "You, if you're feeling fine, can get back to being a pirate.
As for me, a nanny is no place for a maiden of the sea."
"Maiden of the sea?" I asked, chuckling. Annamarie was anything but a maiden, her hair
tangled, clothes ripped, and fingernails scraggly. "Well, you mermaid, three days time is
highly enough for me to recover from childbirth. I've been bored sick."
I had. Seventy-two hours of lying in bed, doing absolutely nothing was enough to drive
anyone mad. I only rose from bed to use the loo. One day would have been enough for
me. After I gave birth to Moiré, I was exhausted, but the crew insisted. Ah, well. I could
get back on my feet again, and that was all I needed.
"Thank you, Annamarie." I said, pulling on a robe and patting her shoulder. "I look
foreword to meeting the nurse."
"She's right up on the deck!" Annamarie exclaimed, sounding pleased. We found her on
a rowboat, poor thing, with her dear aunt starving away, the both of them!"
"Poor things!" I said, rushing on deck. "Watch Moiré, will you? I'll only be a minute." I
called over my shoulder to Annamarie. "I'll just meet the nurse and introduce her to
everyone."
I got up on deck and immediately spotted a bright, yellow dress and a pink one beside it.
They looked so very familiar...
"Hello." I said, walking up to them. "I am Elizabeth Turner. Moiré is my daughter."
The woman in the yellow dress turned around. I gasped.
It was the same yellow dress. The same yellow dress that the two fool pirates had dressed
up in, Ragetti and Pintel. It wasn't just their dresses. It was them, too. How could I forget
those cruel yet dull eyes staring at me, even if now one of them wasn't falling off?
"You!" I shrieked. "Will!" I said, grabbing his arm. "Its-Its-Ragetti and, and, and
Pintel!"
"Whatever do you mean, Elizabeth? This is Madame Lucberc, and her dear Aunt, Miss
Loren."
"No, no, what are you talking about? Listen to me!" I yelled angrily. "They're dressing
up, it's a disguise!"
"Now, Elizabeth dear." said Jack. "Its perfectly logical that these ladies are Pintel and
Ragetti. But surely not, seeing as these fine ladies." he waggled his eyebrows at them,
and they giggled. Jack got distracted. "Would you care to join me for a drink?"
"Oh, yes!" They both said, practically swooning.
For the rest of the afternoon, no matter how hard I tried to persuade the crew, nobody
would be convinced that these two were actually part of Barbossa's crew. Only Jack, who
half-believed me, and seeing as he spent seventy-five percent of the time drinking rum,
that didn't make me feel much better.
I could see beneath their bonnets. I swore, that day, while I was leaving Moiré so she
could take a nap, 'Madame Lucberc' hissed in my ear,
"Best take better watch of the younger ones, Poppet."
That was the last straw.
Chapter Five-A Change in the Wind
Elizabeth's POV
I woke up, suddenly, startled, surprised. I didn't know what woke me. Moiré was
sleeping, Will was awake, and everything was as peaceful as could be. Below deck, that
is. I smelt something in the air, a change of wind. The air was sharp and cold, and I found
myself taking quick intakes of breath.
Annamarie bustled in the room.
"I've found a nurse." She said. "You, if you're feeling fine, can get back to being a pirate.
As for me, a nanny is no place for a maiden of the sea."
"Maiden of the sea?" I asked, chuckling. Annamarie was anything but a maiden, her hair
tangled, clothes ripped, and fingernails scraggly. "Well, you mermaid, three days time is
highly enough for me to recover from childbirth. I've been bored sick."
I had. Seventy-two hours of lying in bed, doing absolutely nothing was enough to drive
anyone mad. I only rose from bed to use the loo. One day would have been enough for
me. After I gave birth to Moiré, I was exhausted, but the crew insisted. Ah, well. I could
get back on my feet again, and that was all I needed.
"Thank you, Annamarie." I said, pulling on a robe and patting her shoulder. "I look
foreword to meeting the nurse."
"She's right up on the deck!" Annamarie exclaimed, sounding pleased. We found her on
a rowboat, poor thing, with her dear aunt starving away, the both of them!"
"Poor things!" I said, rushing on deck. "Watch Moiré, will you? I'll only be a minute." I
called over my shoulder to Annamarie. "I'll just meet the nurse and introduce her to
everyone."
I got up on deck and immediately spotted a bright, yellow dress and a pink one beside it.
They looked so very familiar...
"Hello." I said, walking up to them. "I am Elizabeth Turner. Moiré is my daughter."
The woman in the yellow dress turned around. I gasped.
It was the same yellow dress. The same yellow dress that the two fool pirates had dressed
up in, Ragetti and Pintel. It wasn't just their dresses. It was them, too. How could I forget
those cruel yet dull eyes staring at me, even if now one of them wasn't falling off?
"You!" I shrieked. "Will!" I said, grabbing his arm. "Its-Its-Ragetti and, and, and
Pintel!"
"Whatever do you mean, Elizabeth? This is Madame Lucberc, and her dear Aunt, Miss
Loren."
"No, no, what are you talking about? Listen to me!" I yelled angrily. "They're dressing
up, it's a disguise!"
"Now, Elizabeth dear." said Jack. "Its perfectly logical that these ladies are Pintel and
Ragetti. But surely not, seeing as these fine ladies." he waggled his eyebrows at them,
and they giggled. Jack got distracted. "Would you care to join me for a drink?"
"Oh, yes!" They both said, practically swooning.
For the rest of the afternoon, no matter how hard I tried to persuade the crew, nobody
would be convinced that these two were actually part of Barbossa's crew. Only Jack, who
half-believed me, and seeing as he spent seventy-five percent of the time drinking rum,
that didn't make me feel much better.
I could see beneath their bonnets. I swore, that day, while I was leaving Moiré so she
could take a nap, 'Madame Lucberc' hissed in my ear,
"Best take better watch of the younger ones, Poppet."
That was the last straw.