Chapter 4
The house was beautiful. Filled with many gold statues and flowers on every table. She was now walking up the swirling steps with this Commodore linked next to her. The whole house was white with many gold linings and it made Ivy want to caress her hand upon such fortune.
They reached a hallway and Norrington led her down it, and to the last door. It was a dark brown color unlike the other parts of the house.
Norrington knocked on the door and smiled down at Ivy. "Yes?," rang a smooth voice from on the other side of the door. It sounded out of breath, like the person must have been running.
"Jack Sparrow is here to see you, as well as this young woman who is in rather need of your help," he said, standing proud and stiff.
The door swung open and there stood Elizabeth Swann, as beautiful as ever. Wearing her long many layered dress, with her blondish/brownish hair and dark brown eyes.
She smiled and looked over Norrington and Ivy's shoulders. "Jack? Where is he?," she asked.
"Downstairs," Elizabeth started to move out of the doorway, but she was stopped by Norrington going on. "But we have some other business for you to take care of."
Elizabeth's eyes rested on Ivy and she smiled. "Oh, yes. Come in, Come in." She stood by the door and let her hand trail into the room.
Norrington pushed Ivy in and said quickly before Elizabeth closed the door on her face, "Make her into a woman."
Slam.
The room was brightly lit with a beautiful bed off to the side. It was embroidered with silk and a huge open window stood at the front. It overlooked the Caribbean. Ivy spun around, her eyes looking in every direction. Studying every item.
Then they came to rest on a young man, just a little older than her in the corner. Ivy froze and stared at the man. He had brown curly hair with a bit of a mustache and goatee. He too had dark brown eyes.
Ivy blinked and got her wits back about her. She placed her hands behind her back and stuck her nose in the air, slowly walking around the man.
"Will Turner I presume?," she asked in a snotty aristocrat way. He furrowed his brow and nodded. Ivy let the aristocrat theme go and she smiled. "Nice to meet you, I'm Ivy. Ivy De Ville." Shaking Will's hand first, she moved onto Elizabeth's.
"Hello. I'm--"
"Elizabeth Swann. I know," Ivy grinned but Elizabeth was confused. "Don't ask, I just know."
"Alright, Commodore Norrington said that you were to be turned into a lady, right?," asked Elizabeth, taking Ivy by the shoulders and shoving her to look into a mirror. Elizabeth's hand went down one of Ivy's black curls.
"Yeah, but why do I need to be a woman? I already am one. I just don't show it off like those stupid skank-a-hoes." Ivy saw Elizabeth's confused look. Even though she didn't know what it meant, Ivy apologized for implying that Elizabeth was one.
"Well, lets get to work." Elizabeth walked away from Ivy and into a long closet. She pulled out a long dress, almost the same as hers except it was a dim green and silk. She held it up to Ivy's body and nodded, "Mhmm. Change into this"
Ivy's fingers curled around the dress collar and she stared at them both. Mostly Will. "Um…well aren't you going to leave?"
"Nonsense, we stay to see how you look in it," Elizabeth clapped her hands together and smiled.
"Um…then what about him?," she asked, glancing over at Will and clutching onto the dress tighter, making her knuckles go white.
No answer.
"You'll change back there," Elizabeth pointed to a screen beside the wall. Ivy hesitated before going back there.
Elizabeth came behind the screen and helped Ivy with the corset. At every knot she pulled, Ivy lost a bit of breath.
Soon the whole dress was on, and she looked magnificent. Elizabeth walked her over to the small mirror and tied her hair back in a half pony-tail. 2 curly bangs hung before her green eyes, still outlined with black.
"How do you get your eyes like that?," asked Elizabeth while brushing the back of her hair.
"Black eyeliner and mascara," Ivy replied, blinking her eyes a couple of times.
"What?," asked Will who was sitting on the bed staring at both of the girls.
Ivy remembered that she was in the 18th century and not the 21st century. "Kohl," she corrected.
When Elizabeth was done brushing her hair, Ivy got up and looked herself up in the mirror. She spun around in a circle as the dress flowed.
Ivy could see Elizabeth nod her head toward herself to Will. Will walked over and held out his hand. Ivy spun around and her hand flew up to her dress. She realized that he was going to kiss her hand, so she held it out and he grabbed onto her fingers. She felt like royalty. No one had ever made her feel like that. Not even when she was a little girl, did she get to dress up and play the queen.
He stared at her black fingernails and asked, "Now where did you get that? Did you put kohl on your fingernails also, perchance?."
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Will's arms were latched onto each woman's arms. Both on each side. The girl's dresses trailed behind them on the many steps.
Jack stood there, leaning on the doorframe, his eyes closed, his mouth open. Both of the girls tried not to laugh, but it came out in small snorts.
A snore escaped Jack's mouth and he twitched. Ivy unlinked her arm and ran down the steps, coming by Jack's side. He still "lay" there, sleeping.
Ivy tapped him on the shoulder and whispered in his ear, "Jack Sparrow. There are 2 women here to see you."
Jack jerked awake and looked around. Will, Elizabeth and Ivy all burst into laughter. He looked behind him and saw Ivy. Smacking her hard on the shoulder.
He opened his mouth to say something, then closed it. Jack opened his mouth once more and said, "you look…different"
"Thanks to me," Elizabeth said as Jack turned towards her. He smiled and she smiled back. "A pleasure to see you, Jack."
He hugged her and said, "The pleasure's all mine."
"And what about me?," asked Will.
"Will!," Jack said in a gravely, playful voice.
They too, hugged each other and gave a pat on each others back. Then separated.
"You up for another adventure?," asked Jack with a smirk on his face.
"What have you got up your sleeve this time, Jack?," Elizabeth snorted.
"There is supposedly a merchant vessel out there on the Caribbean sailing about with a hoard of riches on it and I'm going after it. I'd like for you 2 to come along," explained Jack, but Ivy came running up to his side.
"I hope I'm one out of those 2," Ivy snapped.
"I never said you could go," he snapped back then turned back to Elizabeth and Will, giving them a cheesy smile.
"Please let me go, Jack," she whined and dropped to her knees, her dress puffing out with air. Her hand reached up and grabbed onto his. She tugged and tugged, just like a little girl wanting to go to the fair.
"no," Jack said fiercely.
Ivy wouldn't take no for an answer. "I'm old enough. And how old am I?"
"17"
"Good, and what age is the proper sailing age?"
"15"
"See, I can go," she protested.
"Yer old enough to sail any other ship, but I will not allow you on my ship," Jack grinned.
Will and Elizabeth were just standing there watching the 2 of them.
Ivy stood up and still held his hand, just realizing that and letting go.
"Let's have a celebration for good luck in hoping we win the prize! Drinks all around!," Jack said loudly as Ivy sighed angrily.
The house was beautiful. Filled with many gold statues and flowers on every table. She was now walking up the swirling steps with this Commodore linked next to her. The whole house was white with many gold linings and it made Ivy want to caress her hand upon such fortune.
They reached a hallway and Norrington led her down it, and to the last door. It was a dark brown color unlike the other parts of the house.
Norrington knocked on the door and smiled down at Ivy. "Yes?," rang a smooth voice from on the other side of the door. It sounded out of breath, like the person must have been running.
"Jack Sparrow is here to see you, as well as this young woman who is in rather need of your help," he said, standing proud and stiff.
The door swung open and there stood Elizabeth Swann, as beautiful as ever. Wearing her long many layered dress, with her blondish/brownish hair and dark brown eyes.
She smiled and looked over Norrington and Ivy's shoulders. "Jack? Where is he?," she asked.
"Downstairs," Elizabeth started to move out of the doorway, but she was stopped by Norrington going on. "But we have some other business for you to take care of."
Elizabeth's eyes rested on Ivy and she smiled. "Oh, yes. Come in, Come in." She stood by the door and let her hand trail into the room.
Norrington pushed Ivy in and said quickly before Elizabeth closed the door on her face, "Make her into a woman."
Slam.
The room was brightly lit with a beautiful bed off to the side. It was embroidered with silk and a huge open window stood at the front. It overlooked the Caribbean. Ivy spun around, her eyes looking in every direction. Studying every item.
Then they came to rest on a young man, just a little older than her in the corner. Ivy froze and stared at the man. He had brown curly hair with a bit of a mustache and goatee. He too had dark brown eyes.
Ivy blinked and got her wits back about her. She placed her hands behind her back and stuck her nose in the air, slowly walking around the man.
"Will Turner I presume?," she asked in a snotty aristocrat way. He furrowed his brow and nodded. Ivy let the aristocrat theme go and she smiled. "Nice to meet you, I'm Ivy. Ivy De Ville." Shaking Will's hand first, she moved onto Elizabeth's.
"Hello. I'm--"
"Elizabeth Swann. I know," Ivy grinned but Elizabeth was confused. "Don't ask, I just know."
"Alright, Commodore Norrington said that you were to be turned into a lady, right?," asked Elizabeth, taking Ivy by the shoulders and shoving her to look into a mirror. Elizabeth's hand went down one of Ivy's black curls.
"Yeah, but why do I need to be a woman? I already am one. I just don't show it off like those stupid skank-a-hoes." Ivy saw Elizabeth's confused look. Even though she didn't know what it meant, Ivy apologized for implying that Elizabeth was one.
"Well, lets get to work." Elizabeth walked away from Ivy and into a long closet. She pulled out a long dress, almost the same as hers except it was a dim green and silk. She held it up to Ivy's body and nodded, "Mhmm. Change into this"
Ivy's fingers curled around the dress collar and she stared at them both. Mostly Will. "Um…well aren't you going to leave?"
"Nonsense, we stay to see how you look in it," Elizabeth clapped her hands together and smiled.
"Um…then what about him?," she asked, glancing over at Will and clutching onto the dress tighter, making her knuckles go white.
No answer.
"You'll change back there," Elizabeth pointed to a screen beside the wall. Ivy hesitated before going back there.
Elizabeth came behind the screen and helped Ivy with the corset. At every knot she pulled, Ivy lost a bit of breath.
Soon the whole dress was on, and she looked magnificent. Elizabeth walked her over to the small mirror and tied her hair back in a half pony-tail. 2 curly bangs hung before her green eyes, still outlined with black.
"How do you get your eyes like that?," asked Elizabeth while brushing the back of her hair.
"Black eyeliner and mascara," Ivy replied, blinking her eyes a couple of times.
"What?," asked Will who was sitting on the bed staring at both of the girls.
Ivy remembered that she was in the 18th century and not the 21st century. "Kohl," she corrected.
When Elizabeth was done brushing her hair, Ivy got up and looked herself up in the mirror. She spun around in a circle as the dress flowed.
Ivy could see Elizabeth nod her head toward herself to Will. Will walked over and held out his hand. Ivy spun around and her hand flew up to her dress. She realized that he was going to kiss her hand, so she held it out and he grabbed onto her fingers. She felt like royalty. No one had ever made her feel like that. Not even when she was a little girl, did she get to dress up and play the queen.
He stared at her black fingernails and asked, "Now where did you get that? Did you put kohl on your fingernails also, perchance?."
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Will's arms were latched onto each woman's arms. Both on each side. The girl's dresses trailed behind them on the many steps.
Jack stood there, leaning on the doorframe, his eyes closed, his mouth open. Both of the girls tried not to laugh, but it came out in small snorts.
A snore escaped Jack's mouth and he twitched. Ivy unlinked her arm and ran down the steps, coming by Jack's side. He still "lay" there, sleeping.
Ivy tapped him on the shoulder and whispered in his ear, "Jack Sparrow. There are 2 women here to see you."
Jack jerked awake and looked around. Will, Elizabeth and Ivy all burst into laughter. He looked behind him and saw Ivy. Smacking her hard on the shoulder.
He opened his mouth to say something, then closed it. Jack opened his mouth once more and said, "you look…different"
"Thanks to me," Elizabeth said as Jack turned towards her. He smiled and she smiled back. "A pleasure to see you, Jack."
He hugged her and said, "The pleasure's all mine."
"And what about me?," asked Will.
"Will!," Jack said in a gravely, playful voice.
They too, hugged each other and gave a pat on each others back. Then separated.
"You up for another adventure?," asked Jack with a smirk on his face.
"What have you got up your sleeve this time, Jack?," Elizabeth snorted.
"There is supposedly a merchant vessel out there on the Caribbean sailing about with a hoard of riches on it and I'm going after it. I'd like for you 2 to come along," explained Jack, but Ivy came running up to his side.
"I hope I'm one out of those 2," Ivy snapped.
"I never said you could go," he snapped back then turned back to Elizabeth and Will, giving them a cheesy smile.
"Please let me go, Jack," she whined and dropped to her knees, her dress puffing out with air. Her hand reached up and grabbed onto his. She tugged and tugged, just like a little girl wanting to go to the fair.
"no," Jack said fiercely.
Ivy wouldn't take no for an answer. "I'm old enough. And how old am I?"
"17"
"Good, and what age is the proper sailing age?"
"15"
"See, I can go," she protested.
"Yer old enough to sail any other ship, but I will not allow you on my ship," Jack grinned.
Will and Elizabeth were just standing there watching the 2 of them.
Ivy stood up and still held his hand, just realizing that and letting go.
"Let's have a celebration for good luck in hoping we win the prize! Drinks all around!," Jack said loudly as Ivy sighed angrily.
