Chapter 5
"Father Knows Best"
You say your goodbyes to Will, Elizabeth, and Jack. Thomas leads you to his carriage and takes you back home. You didn't talk to him on the way back. Your mind was busy dreaming of a certain pirate.
You finally arrive at your house. Thomas helps you out of the carriage. You could tell he was a bit shaken up from the meeting with Jack and you and Jack dancing together. You both go out to the patio where your mother and father are enjoying a glass of wine.
Mother: There you are. We were beginning to worry Thomas would never find you.
You sit down by your mother. Thomas sits next to you.
Father: Well, now that both of you are present, I would like to ask you have you set a date for the wedding?
You bite your lip.
Thomas: Well, I was thinking as soon as possible. I mean I don't want to sound desperate, but the sooner the better.
He takes your smooth hand in his. You flinch at the contact.
Mother: How about June 21st? It's a few weeks away, which gives us plenty of time to go over the plans and invite the guests.
Your mind drifts away as your parents and fiancé discuss your wedding that you wish would never come. You peer out toward the harbor and see the Black Pearl. Oh, how you would love to run away with Jack and live your own adventures.
The day slowly progresses to night. You skip dinner and go sit out on your balcony. Thomas had finally gone home after trying to kiss you on the lips, but you would only allow it on the cheek. You didn't mean to be so rude to him or cold, but there was nothing special between you and him.
Your hair flows around you. You are once again wearing your white under gown. The moon stares down at you as if feeling your sorrow. You wish you could have been like Elizabeth, to be getting married to the man you truly love. You know you have a true love out there, waiting for her, but who?
You are about to go in when a rock skids across the floor of your balcony. You wonder how it ended up here and look over your balcony. You see Jack below.
You: Jack, what are you doing here?
Jack waves his hands in the air.
Jack: Just came to see how you are doin'. Pretty boy didn't seem to fancy me much, 'specially when I danced with ya.
You smile and lean your elbows on the ledge, clasping your hands together.
You: Yeah, but he's the type that can become jealous quite easy. I don't think it did any damage to him. How did you find my home?
Jack: Will told me.
You: You know, I really admire you. You're able to get away from the drabs of life and visit new and exciting places and of your own free will. No worries of forced marriages or honor. Going wherever the ocean carries you.
Jack: I may be able to get away, but the ocean can be quite lonely. Be nice to have someone besides me crew with me.
You hear someone come into your room.
You: Jack, someone is coming. I hope we can speak again soon.
Jack bows.
Jack: Goodnight, me lady.
You watch Jack disappear before turning around. You see the intruder is your father.
You: Father, do you wish to speak with me?
Your father steps out on the balcony.
Father: The wedding is set for June 21st. Your mother will be inviting the guests. Of course Will and Elizabeth will be attending. Thomas has told me of his plans after the wedding.
You sit down on a stone bench.
You: Whatever could they be, father?
Father: He has just completed the construction of his fine home in Paris. I have seen it and it is very fine indeed. He wishes for you to move there with him.
You: But father, what of you and mother? What of my friends Will and Elizabeth? Paris? I have no friends in Paris!
Father: It is for the best, my dear.
You get up and look your father in the eyes.
You: What if I don't wish to move to Paris? What if I don't want to marry Thomas? What if I.
Smack! Your face stings from the impact of your father's harsh hand. You grab your sore cheek and stare at your father in shock. Your eyes cloud over with tears.
Father: Don't you dare talk of such nonsense! You will marry Thomas and do as he says. Don't even think of bringing disgrace to this family! I wouldn't ever have to worry of such monstrosities if I had a son instead of a selfish, carefree daughter!
Your father storms out of your room. You fling yourself upon your bed and cry yourself to sleep. If only you had a way out of this mess. If only.
"Father Knows Best"
You say your goodbyes to Will, Elizabeth, and Jack. Thomas leads you to his carriage and takes you back home. You didn't talk to him on the way back. Your mind was busy dreaming of a certain pirate.
You finally arrive at your house. Thomas helps you out of the carriage. You could tell he was a bit shaken up from the meeting with Jack and you and Jack dancing together. You both go out to the patio where your mother and father are enjoying a glass of wine.
Mother: There you are. We were beginning to worry Thomas would never find you.
You sit down by your mother. Thomas sits next to you.
Father: Well, now that both of you are present, I would like to ask you have you set a date for the wedding?
You bite your lip.
Thomas: Well, I was thinking as soon as possible. I mean I don't want to sound desperate, but the sooner the better.
He takes your smooth hand in his. You flinch at the contact.
Mother: How about June 21st? It's a few weeks away, which gives us plenty of time to go over the plans and invite the guests.
Your mind drifts away as your parents and fiancé discuss your wedding that you wish would never come. You peer out toward the harbor and see the Black Pearl. Oh, how you would love to run away with Jack and live your own adventures.
The day slowly progresses to night. You skip dinner and go sit out on your balcony. Thomas had finally gone home after trying to kiss you on the lips, but you would only allow it on the cheek. You didn't mean to be so rude to him or cold, but there was nothing special between you and him.
Your hair flows around you. You are once again wearing your white under gown. The moon stares down at you as if feeling your sorrow. You wish you could have been like Elizabeth, to be getting married to the man you truly love. You know you have a true love out there, waiting for her, but who?
You are about to go in when a rock skids across the floor of your balcony. You wonder how it ended up here and look over your balcony. You see Jack below.
You: Jack, what are you doing here?
Jack waves his hands in the air.
Jack: Just came to see how you are doin'. Pretty boy didn't seem to fancy me much, 'specially when I danced with ya.
You smile and lean your elbows on the ledge, clasping your hands together.
You: Yeah, but he's the type that can become jealous quite easy. I don't think it did any damage to him. How did you find my home?
Jack: Will told me.
You: You know, I really admire you. You're able to get away from the drabs of life and visit new and exciting places and of your own free will. No worries of forced marriages or honor. Going wherever the ocean carries you.
Jack: I may be able to get away, but the ocean can be quite lonely. Be nice to have someone besides me crew with me.
You hear someone come into your room.
You: Jack, someone is coming. I hope we can speak again soon.
Jack bows.
Jack: Goodnight, me lady.
You watch Jack disappear before turning around. You see the intruder is your father.
You: Father, do you wish to speak with me?
Your father steps out on the balcony.
Father: The wedding is set for June 21st. Your mother will be inviting the guests. Of course Will and Elizabeth will be attending. Thomas has told me of his plans after the wedding.
You sit down on a stone bench.
You: Whatever could they be, father?
Father: He has just completed the construction of his fine home in Paris. I have seen it and it is very fine indeed. He wishes for you to move there with him.
You: But father, what of you and mother? What of my friends Will and Elizabeth? Paris? I have no friends in Paris!
Father: It is for the best, my dear.
You get up and look your father in the eyes.
You: What if I don't wish to move to Paris? What if I don't want to marry Thomas? What if I.
Smack! Your face stings from the impact of your father's harsh hand. You grab your sore cheek and stare at your father in shock. Your eyes cloud over with tears.
Father: Don't you dare talk of such nonsense! You will marry Thomas and do as he says. Don't even think of bringing disgrace to this family! I wouldn't ever have to worry of such monstrosities if I had a son instead of a selfish, carefree daughter!
Your father storms out of your room. You fling yourself upon your bed and cry yourself to sleep. If only you had a way out of this mess. If only.
