Yeah, not mine. Shame.
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3: Initial Assumptions
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Charlotte ignored the pirates' raucous laughter, and let the wooden door slam behind her, and let her travel bag drop on the floor. She closed her eyes, and slowly breathed, slowly taking in the smell of something strong.alcohol, certainly.rum, she thought. That disgusting beverage. Casting a quick glance over the cabin, she sat down on the medium-sized bed, finding the bedding neither scratchy nor worn, both of which she'd expected. Taking in the surroundings, she noticed a large, roll-top desk, leather-bound books stacked, rolled-up maps gently sliding as the ship hit the storm-affected waters.
A few drawers were open from the desk, showing an assortment of trinkets, probably stolen, and a few, of what seemed like weapons, to charlotte- small, sharp daggers, jewel-encrusted, and too valuable to use in mere defence or attack. The room also held a small, round table, with two rickety looking chairs neatly tucked under the table, and a small, round window above the bed showed the night sky, and the flashing lightening. All in all, the fairly spacious room wasn't too bad- except for the smell, of course- and wasn't at all what she was expecting. She had been expecting, something worse- messy, broken furniture, broken bottles, large, sharp swords littering the floor, but the cabin was surprisingly neat and tidy.
Charlotte sighed, and slipped out of her soft shoes, and noted her nightdress wasn't too wet from the lashing of rain she'd received, and slid underneath the warm blankets, removing her leather-bound journal, and a pen, with her small jar of ink. She began to scribe, and soon lost herself in the pages.
I'm scared- 'the Princess' was attacked, and I was the only person on board who was left alive- accidentally, I assume, since James locked the cabin, as I retired for the night. I am sad for the loss of James, whom I have made a dear friend with, over the long weeks after leaving England. Originally, I hadn't realised the ship had been under attack, until a longhaired, oddly dressed man- pirate, of course- calmly told me. I was terrified, to see this pirate inches away from myself, informing me all the crew were dead, and I was basically on my own. I informed him my uncle would hang him immediately once he discovered my death, and in coincidently, the pirate mentioned Elizabeth, and promised to take me her. I don't trust him, but he swore.
I'm shocked to admit the pirate ship isn't as bad as I'd first thought. It's tidy, even if its occupants are not. The captain is, too, not the first image that springs to mind when I think of the Captain Jack Sparrow I have read about- I expected someone tougher, harder.its hard to say, but he seemed to be carefree, and well, slightly mad. I don't think I'm going to like staying here at all, but if it gets me to Port Royal, and cousin Elizabeth, I'll be satisfied. I am interested in how Captain Sparrow knows Elizabeth.I refuse to believe my uncle allows her to associate with such people, and am forced to believe she was perhaps kidnapped, or maybe had an unfortunate run in with him.
Hopefully, tomorrow will bring better news for you, journal. Although, being on the infamous 'Black Pearl', I highly doubt it.
Charlotte stopped writing once she felt her eyes drooping, and placed her pen on the side, slowly sliding down the bed so she was comfortable, and closed her eyes, her closed journal clutched in her arms, and felt into a dreamless sleep.
Jack Sparrow- Captain, to all but his ma- lingered at the doorway, watching the young girl as she slept. He noticed her mutter, her figure twisting in her sleep, and shook his head. It was obvious she was Elizabeth's cousin- already he could see the same prissy manner, and the similar attitude. She didn't look alike, however, except for the long dark hair. He knew if he didn't deliver her to Elizabeth, she really would hang him- or gut him, maybe. He did want to see Will again, however, and see if there was a wedding- if it had taken place, without notification to himself, he'd be a little pissed off. Uncapping a small bottle he drew from his jacket pocket, he took a swig, and slowly turned away, quietly closing the door behind him, heading back to the helm, where he belonged.
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Short, crappy chapter I know. Next will be better. This was just to move it along a bit.
Notes to beloved reviewers.
Lem68: Charlotte is aged around 19, or 20. Not to young.
Jashi: No idea what your on about with that quote, but thanks- I know, it is turning Mary Sue-ish. I can't appear to help it.suggests are welcome! Please email me any. email at bottom of page!
Esmerelda Black: thanks! Many gold coins for you if you can guess her fiancé! It isn't hard, really. Predictable even, but I don't care.
Melody raine- I thought I'd written him quite badly, but thanks! I did try and get him into character.
Kery: I did try with more description of environment this time. Don't know if it worked, but I'll keep trying!
Sam: Very insulting name indeed, dirty Ethel! Least mines cool- Bloody Jenny!
Matt: Yep, she's a stuck of bitch! She'll get better, I promise.
Nirobie: Thank you mucho! Glad you like.keep reading!
Thanks to all, and those who go review after reading this chapter! (even if it is to flame me) email is Kitsch_Queen@hotmail.com for any questions/insults/idea/random chatter. Next chapter, "mere maiden" is coming soon! And it will be longer/better I promise!
FluffyYellowDucks x
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3: Initial Assumptions
*~*~*
Charlotte ignored the pirates' raucous laughter, and let the wooden door slam behind her, and let her travel bag drop on the floor. She closed her eyes, and slowly breathed, slowly taking in the smell of something strong.alcohol, certainly.rum, she thought. That disgusting beverage. Casting a quick glance over the cabin, she sat down on the medium-sized bed, finding the bedding neither scratchy nor worn, both of which she'd expected. Taking in the surroundings, she noticed a large, roll-top desk, leather-bound books stacked, rolled-up maps gently sliding as the ship hit the storm-affected waters.
A few drawers were open from the desk, showing an assortment of trinkets, probably stolen, and a few, of what seemed like weapons, to charlotte- small, sharp daggers, jewel-encrusted, and too valuable to use in mere defence or attack. The room also held a small, round table, with two rickety looking chairs neatly tucked under the table, and a small, round window above the bed showed the night sky, and the flashing lightening. All in all, the fairly spacious room wasn't too bad- except for the smell, of course- and wasn't at all what she was expecting. She had been expecting, something worse- messy, broken furniture, broken bottles, large, sharp swords littering the floor, but the cabin was surprisingly neat and tidy.
Charlotte sighed, and slipped out of her soft shoes, and noted her nightdress wasn't too wet from the lashing of rain she'd received, and slid underneath the warm blankets, removing her leather-bound journal, and a pen, with her small jar of ink. She began to scribe, and soon lost herself in the pages.
I'm scared- 'the Princess' was attacked, and I was the only person on board who was left alive- accidentally, I assume, since James locked the cabin, as I retired for the night. I am sad for the loss of James, whom I have made a dear friend with, over the long weeks after leaving England. Originally, I hadn't realised the ship had been under attack, until a longhaired, oddly dressed man- pirate, of course- calmly told me. I was terrified, to see this pirate inches away from myself, informing me all the crew were dead, and I was basically on my own. I informed him my uncle would hang him immediately once he discovered my death, and in coincidently, the pirate mentioned Elizabeth, and promised to take me her. I don't trust him, but he swore.
I'm shocked to admit the pirate ship isn't as bad as I'd first thought. It's tidy, even if its occupants are not. The captain is, too, not the first image that springs to mind when I think of the Captain Jack Sparrow I have read about- I expected someone tougher, harder.its hard to say, but he seemed to be carefree, and well, slightly mad. I don't think I'm going to like staying here at all, but if it gets me to Port Royal, and cousin Elizabeth, I'll be satisfied. I am interested in how Captain Sparrow knows Elizabeth.I refuse to believe my uncle allows her to associate with such people, and am forced to believe she was perhaps kidnapped, or maybe had an unfortunate run in with him.
Hopefully, tomorrow will bring better news for you, journal. Although, being on the infamous 'Black Pearl', I highly doubt it.
Charlotte stopped writing once she felt her eyes drooping, and placed her pen on the side, slowly sliding down the bed so she was comfortable, and closed her eyes, her closed journal clutched in her arms, and felt into a dreamless sleep.
Jack Sparrow- Captain, to all but his ma- lingered at the doorway, watching the young girl as she slept. He noticed her mutter, her figure twisting in her sleep, and shook his head. It was obvious she was Elizabeth's cousin- already he could see the same prissy manner, and the similar attitude. She didn't look alike, however, except for the long dark hair. He knew if he didn't deliver her to Elizabeth, she really would hang him- or gut him, maybe. He did want to see Will again, however, and see if there was a wedding- if it had taken place, without notification to himself, he'd be a little pissed off. Uncapping a small bottle he drew from his jacket pocket, he took a swig, and slowly turned away, quietly closing the door behind him, heading back to the helm, where he belonged.
*~*
Short, crappy chapter I know. Next will be better. This was just to move it along a bit.
Notes to beloved reviewers.
Lem68: Charlotte is aged around 19, or 20. Not to young.
Jashi: No idea what your on about with that quote, but thanks- I know, it is turning Mary Sue-ish. I can't appear to help it.suggests are welcome! Please email me any. email at bottom of page!
Esmerelda Black: thanks! Many gold coins for you if you can guess her fiancé! It isn't hard, really. Predictable even, but I don't care.
Melody raine- I thought I'd written him quite badly, but thanks! I did try and get him into character.
Kery: I did try with more description of environment this time. Don't know if it worked, but I'll keep trying!
Sam: Very insulting name indeed, dirty Ethel! Least mines cool- Bloody Jenny!
Matt: Yep, she's a stuck of bitch! She'll get better, I promise.
Nirobie: Thank you mucho! Glad you like.keep reading!
Thanks to all, and those who go review after reading this chapter! (even if it is to flame me) email is Kitsch_Queen@hotmail.com for any questions/insults/idea/random chatter. Next chapter, "mere maiden" is coming soon! And it will be longer/better I promise!
FluffyYellowDucks x