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(yadda yadda) from Pirates of the Caribbean... wish I did!! I only own
Kathleen and any other characters you do not recognise!
Thanks!
A/N By the way, this is my first ever fanfic, so please be nice!! If you have any questions or comments (or helpful hints) then check out my bio and email me!! By the way, I made a few mistakes with this story, so I have redone it! Now read!
~KATH~
Kathleen Swann sat down at the docks, and sighed. Many sailors were surprised to see a well bred lady like her down there, but they decided to mind their own business. Truth be told, Kathleen was not your ordinary gentlewoman. Sometimes she just had enough of life as the niece of the Governor. Truth be told, her uncle was kind and everything, it was just that she just hated all of these parties, sitting nicely and "behaving like a lady"... Her father had understood her need to learn and do something constructive. That is why he had instructed her in sword fighting, and many other useful activities, such as making things, survival, sailing, to read a compass... She was like the son that he had never had. But ever since her parents..... Good one, Kath, she thought sadly, closing her eyes, as tears squeezed out of her eyes, and ran down her cheeks.
//~FLASH BACK~//
An eleven year old Kathleen was sitting on the steps of her house, staring at the direction of the sea. She was getting impatient for her father to get home. True, him being the current admiral and all, he was often away at sea for weeks, but he had been expected for days now!
Sighing, she looked back out to sea. She saw bright red coming up the path way.
"Colonial Neal!" she exclaimed in delight. Neal was one of the colonials on her fathers ship! "Where's father, how is he, when is he coming back, why isn't he with you, what – why are you sad?" She stopped suddenly with her spurt of questions at the sight of Neal's grim face.
"Not now, Miss Swann" he replied. "Once we get inside.... I don't think I will be able to say this twice... Now please go fetch your mother..."
Troubled, and not just a little bit worried, little Kathleen did as she was told. Once they were all seated in the parlour, and had exchanged pleasantries, Mrs Swann leaned forward.
"Where is John, Colonel?" she asked with a hint of urgency in her voice.
"Well, ma'am," he began hesitantly. "As we were sailing 10 days ago, well, we were...... we were, well, attacked by pirates..."
Mrs Swann gasped. "Oh, no! How could this happen! My poor John! Is he badly hurt? When can we see him? What – "
"Ma'am!" Interrupted Neal. "You can't see him" he added quietly.
"Wh – what do you mean?" she stammered.
"Madame, Mrs Swann...." He said sadly. "we were hit unexpectedly. By the time we reacted the pirates had taken over the ship. Everyone was either killed or captured. Perhaps it would have been better to be killed then captured... if you saw what they were doing to the women..." he shuddered, pausing briefly to gaze at unseen horrors. He composed himself. "well, mamm, the only reason I survived was because I was shot in the leg, they thought I was dead. The pirates left, taking the captives. 'The Interceptor" found me there. I was the only one left. I'm sorry, Mrs Swann."
Mrs Swann got up shakily. "NO! you are lying! He isn't dead, he isn't dead..."
"I'm terribly sorry..."
A/N so how was that?? This is my first fanfic (as I said before) so... I know it wasn't a very good start, but it will get better, I promise!!! PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE review!!!!!!
A/N By the way, this is my first ever fanfic, so please be nice!! If you have any questions or comments (or helpful hints) then check out my bio and email me!! By the way, I made a few mistakes with this story, so I have redone it! Now read!
~KATH~
Kathleen Swann sat down at the docks, and sighed. Many sailors were surprised to see a well bred lady like her down there, but they decided to mind their own business. Truth be told, Kathleen was not your ordinary gentlewoman. Sometimes she just had enough of life as the niece of the Governor. Truth be told, her uncle was kind and everything, it was just that she just hated all of these parties, sitting nicely and "behaving like a lady"... Her father had understood her need to learn and do something constructive. That is why he had instructed her in sword fighting, and many other useful activities, such as making things, survival, sailing, to read a compass... She was like the son that he had never had. But ever since her parents..... Good one, Kath, she thought sadly, closing her eyes, as tears squeezed out of her eyes, and ran down her cheeks.
//~FLASH BACK~//
An eleven year old Kathleen was sitting on the steps of her house, staring at the direction of the sea. She was getting impatient for her father to get home. True, him being the current admiral and all, he was often away at sea for weeks, but he had been expected for days now!
Sighing, she looked back out to sea. She saw bright red coming up the path way.
"Colonial Neal!" she exclaimed in delight. Neal was one of the colonials on her fathers ship! "Where's father, how is he, when is he coming back, why isn't he with you, what – why are you sad?" She stopped suddenly with her spurt of questions at the sight of Neal's grim face.
"Not now, Miss Swann" he replied. "Once we get inside.... I don't think I will be able to say this twice... Now please go fetch your mother..."
Troubled, and not just a little bit worried, little Kathleen did as she was told. Once they were all seated in the parlour, and had exchanged pleasantries, Mrs Swann leaned forward.
"Where is John, Colonel?" she asked with a hint of urgency in her voice.
"Well, ma'am," he began hesitantly. "As we were sailing 10 days ago, well, we were...... we were, well, attacked by pirates..."
Mrs Swann gasped. "Oh, no! How could this happen! My poor John! Is he badly hurt? When can we see him? What – "
"Ma'am!" Interrupted Neal. "You can't see him" he added quietly.
"Wh – what do you mean?" she stammered.
"Madame, Mrs Swann...." He said sadly. "we were hit unexpectedly. By the time we reacted the pirates had taken over the ship. Everyone was either killed or captured. Perhaps it would have been better to be killed then captured... if you saw what they were doing to the women..." he shuddered, pausing briefly to gaze at unseen horrors. He composed himself. "well, mamm, the only reason I survived was because I was shot in the leg, they thought I was dead. The pirates left, taking the captives. 'The Interceptor" found me there. I was the only one left. I'm sorry, Mrs Swann."
Mrs Swann got up shakily. "NO! you are lying! He isn't dead, he isn't dead..."
"I'm terribly sorry..."
A/N so how was that?? This is my first fanfic (as I said before) so... I know it wasn't a very good start, but it will get better, I promise!!! PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE review!!!!!!