Chapter Two – Almost a Governess!
Dana always liked Port Royal all the people were particularly friendly, not so much to pirates but all the same a bunch of pleasant folk. Today they seemed exceptionally pleasant, well the men at least possibly because of Dana's figure and overall appearance but she didn't mind much. As they passed through the lower part of the town where the common people lived she saw a dramatic change in dress. The women wore silk dresses (most likely with corsets) and the men work up tight suits and powdered wigs. How she felt sorry for those poor women who had to endure all day long wearing the most uncomfortable clothing ever imaginable, but then again fashion knows no pain. She wondered if she should question the officers around her of where they were taking her – but by the look of it they were taking her to the highest house on the street that most likely belonged to the governor.
They couldn't hang her, it was unjust as she was a woman but then she is a pirate so many questions were to be answered that is why they were heading towards the governors house. On their way they passed a very white shop – a bridal shop. New in town know one had really heard of one before but everyone from the rich to the poor went there for all their wedding needs and that is where our young Elizabeth is. She had finished her business by the time the naval procession was passing and as she stepped outside the shop she looked at them pass then noticed in the middle of the tall naval men was a woman smiling around - and of all things was dressed like a man! Starting to get a little concerned for what was to happen to this woman Elizabeth trotted up to the front of the party where Norrington walked proudly. She had to walk a little fasted than normal to keep up with his long strides.
"Commodore Norrington," she said a little bit out of breath, "James," she said again and got his attention. He beamed down at her.
"Elizabeth, fine day is it not?" he said continuing to walk up to the governor's house at the top of the hill.
"Why is that woman in chains?" she said angrily, the commodore sighed.
"Because she is a pirate," he said in reply.
"I don't believe you – not one little bit," she said with an hmph.
"'Tis the truth miss, an' I ain't 'fraid to tell," said Dana with a wink. The commodore whipped around and glared at her.
"Not a word from you," he said then turned to Elizabeth beaming again, "She is a pirate and she is to be hanged like all the other pirates that we catch sailing in these waters. It is only fare," he added receiving Elizabeth's look of disapproval.
"But she is a woman, you cannot prosecute her with out a fair trial, my father made that at law in this town do you not remember?" she said as the party stopped as they reached the gate of the governor's house. Elizabeth's maids soon came running up and stood behind Elizabeth dutifully; puffing.
"Elizabeth, I very well know our by-laws and this is a messy matter that is why I am going to consult your father about it," he said looking down at her, she kept a stern face.
"Why consult my father, I can do it. I am almost governess of this here port. Why trouble his already troubled mind?" she said folding her arms.
"Why trouble your mind, you are still young and do not know how to handle such a problem," he said slyly infuriating her. "You also have a wedding to plan,"
"The wedding has been planned," she seethed.
"Sounds lov'ly, can I come?" Dana said cheerfully scooting in so that she was standing between the commodore and Elizabeth.
"No," Commodore said looking at her disapprovingly. She just lifted her hands up and stepped back. "Also marring W – I mean Mr. Turner" he said rather annoyed, "Does not give you proper, rights so-to-say to become a governess. A blacksmith is hardly fit for a governor," Elizabeth didn't reply to his comment.
"Well she can't be hung it is unfair," said Elizabeth pouting.
"It is hanged luv," corrected Dana.
"Whatever." Commodore said cutting in, "What do you suggest we do then?" he said looking at Elizabeth.
"Well, perhaps..." she said thinking but Dana piped up.
"Well I got a swell idea. Ye two lov'ly people unchain me and I sail back to Tortuga, savvy. An' we all live –"
"Shut up," Elizabeth and the Commodore said in unison, she was cut.
"I have an idea," said Elizabeth, the commodore nodded for her to continue, "It is my wedding in exactly a week. So if I can show to you and society that this young woman can be appropriate, and isn't a pirate," she was struggling for the words, "In one week then she is free to go, but if not she is yours. Understand, that means everything clothes, hair, the way she acts is completely presentable," said Elizabeth; proud of herself, the commodore slowly nodded in agreement. Dana saw this and exclaimed.
"So we walked all the way up this hill fo' nuthin'? Argh!" she said throwing her hands up in the air and turning around in a circle. Elizabeth smiled.
"Come along," she said opening the wooden gate and walking though closely followed by her attendants. Dana shrugged and followed. Commodore laughed bitterly.
"What about your chains scum? Or do you want to have you movement restricted" Dana whipped around and held out her chained wrists, "Gillette," he motioned to the lieutenant and as they were unlocked the heavy metal chains fell to the ground and she ran off after the small party of women. This is certainly my lucky day, she thought but really what had been lucky? She had lost a ship and crew, been sentenced to the gallows, been told she had to change her way of life or she would be hanged, but then again she still had her life – she had to get out fast. She began sketching a plan to escape as the proceeded up the path looking for the easiest escape routes. This is what she always did when she went somewhere new even if it was a pirate ship.
It was a pretty lane; the one that lead up to the big white house that sat on top of the hill over looking the entire village. With artistically arraigned flower beds and carefully trimmed hedges. Dana fancied them a lot, reminded her of her home in London which she vaguely remembered. Suddenly Dana found herself at the door of the big house Elizabeth was standing besides her beaming at her triumph. She opened the old oak door.
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William Turner had finally retreated to his shop; Port Royale was far too boring. Nothing was happening on the streets no new gossip, no whispers of a pirate named 'Jack Sparrow'. But he then revised the day; something had happened. A girl was being guided up the main street accompanied by a whole party of naval officers and she with in chains. She also bore the mark of a pirate, and Will some how knew her! But from where, it frustrated him so. He didn't know her from Port Royale – or did he? After pacing up and down in his blacksmiths shop, for over ten minutes and after causing thick clouds of dust he decided that the best thing to do would be to go to Elizabeth. She would know how to solve his problem, she always did.
He walked out of his shop, running his hand through his hair once, then locked the old shop and started to stride up the dirt road. In a matter of minutes he found himself outside the old white house at the top of the hill. It was a wonderful house with the best gardens, he thought, in the entire Caribbean (despite the fact he hadn't even seen all the ports in the Caribbean). Just before the front of the house, and after the lane way leading up from the main street, was a curved path. It was wide enough that a horse could guide a carriage with space to spare. After the small path or drive was the house. It wasn't a wide house, just a long one, with every room at the front having a window and facing the ocean. All the important rooms; like lounge rooms, dinning rooms, studies, libraries, parlors and of course the bedrooms of those important in the house were at the front. Each window was panned with a deep oak that contrasted beautifully against the white paint. Many of the windows revealed the interior of the house, but many were closed off by muslin curtains. One room however stuck out from the side of the house was the study. Well tea- room, actually it was more Elizabeth's room. She had guests over there, wrote letters, studied; today however she seemed to be entertaining. Will could see right into the room as the way it was designed made it stick out from the side of the house a little. It was a pentagonal shape with three of the walls glass with boxes of flowers sitting under the window. Will could see that Elizabeth seemed to be making a fuss at someone sitting on one of the chairs and he saw her go over to the writing desk that stood at the base of one of the windows. The room didn't have much in it, a writing desk a chair for the desk and lounge and two sitting chairs – as well as a tea table. Will smiled; he could see Elizabeth and almost hear her frustrated voice. He walked up to the large black doors and knocked hard trying to get someone's attention it was an awfully large house. A very pompous looking old man came to the door and opened it and looked down at Will over his hooked nose.
"Yes?" he said blandly holding the door. Will smiled.
"I am here to see Elizabeth," he said and the man stepped aside allowing Will to walk through into the hall. He new the house inside out, still he looked around at the large entrance all and looked up the spiral staircase. Then turned to the right, through the door way down the hall to the left then knocked on the closed study door. A familiar face opened the door. Will looked Elizabeth over she really was a beautiful sight. Her long curly, honey brown hair was half pinned back on top of her head with little strands of tight ringlets that hung around her face. She was wearing a pretty satin dress that was low cut and flared out at the sleeves with lace beneath it. He could tell by the shape of the bodice that Elizabeth was wearing a corset, he felt a great swell of pity for her; he knew her loathing for them. There were little flower patterns sewn into the material which were a darker blue. There was also lace around neck line and the hem. She wore small tear shaped pearl earrings and a matching necklace. In her hand she held a broken tea cup by the handle and one her face was a frustrated expression. However, as soon as she saw Will she smiled her brown eyes beaming. Will wrapped his arms around her waist and she wrapped hers around his neck, kissing his cheek.
"It is so good to see you today," she said as the embrace ended, "It has been truly horrid today! Come in come in! I will tell you all about it," she said grabbing his arm and pulling Will into the small study. He loved the attention that Elizabeth gave him. He smiled happily as she led him into the room. It was bright and the sun glided into the room illuminating the white walls. He closed his eyes then opened them to find sitting in front of him the woman that they group of navy men were escorting up the main street. She smiled goofily, her long blond hair flung over her shoulders and he could now see many different coloured beads braided into her hair. She also wore a ruby red bandanna and tatty clothes – men's clothes. She was holding a porcelain white tea pot in her hand that clattered against the many gems that were on her fingers. Her skin was a bronze colour from the sun and her teeth were pearly white as Will saw when she flashed him a smile.
"Care for some tea luv? No idea where tha rum is in this 'ouse," she said looking around the room. Elizabeth bustled over to her leaving Will in the doorway looking dumbstruck at the woman sitting before him – she looked just like a pirate, and talked like one too! "Wha' did I do wrong this time?" the stranger asked looking at Elizabeth with her innocent blue eyes.
"The way you said it was all wrong, not to mention your presentation and what on earth was that little thing at the end: No idea where the rum is! Completely inappropriate!" Elizabeth said frustrated as she snatched the pot out of the strangers hand and placed it on the table. She then walked back and stood next to Will and breathed out then in again and said; "This is Will Turner, my fiancé," she smiled at the last little bit.
"Oh, Will Turner! No doubt son of the famous pirate, Bootstrap Bill Turner! Pleasure to meet you – fan of your dad you know!" said the blue eyed stranger walking up arms stretched and offering a hand to Will. She was a very extravagant lady. He shook her hand slightly taken back by her friendliness. Elizabeth smiled.
"Will, this is Dana Lieye," Will had heard that name before – but from where? He would soon ask her, "She is a..." Elizabeth paused as the three sat down on the lounge and sitting chair provided.
"Pirate," Dana said, seeing how uncomfortable Elizabeth seemed about introducing her to Will as a pirate. Dana lounged back on the chair taking up a cup of tea with its saucer, crossed her legs and looked at Will. "What do ye do as a livin' Will? No doubt a pirate," she muttered at then end starting to take a sip of her tea.
"I am a blacksmith," he said proudly. Dana spat her tea out everywhere causing Elizabeth to shriek as she got some tea on her blue dress. Will looked at her with distaste and Dana just started to laugh bitterly.
"Yer father would not 'ave been proud of you taking up tha' line of work. Not tha' I knew 'im personally tha' is" she said placing her cup down again. Elizabeth snatched all the tea things away from her, so there was no more excuse for further destruction.
"Well no one asked for your opinion," Elizabeth spat taking the tea things over to the writing desk much to Dana's dismay.
"Well no one asked ya to take away tha tea tray either! I though' ye were teachin' me ta be a lady?!" she said standing up to Elizabeth even though she was at least an inch shorter than her, placing her hands on her hips giving her a stare.
"You are a horrible pupil, teaching starts tomorrow," Elizabeth answered sitting back down next to Will. He just looked stunned.
"What? Teaching her to be a lady? What is all that about?" he said looking at Elizabeth speaking slowly as Dana sat back down. "And why were you being escorted up the main street earlier on today?" he asked quickly looking at her.
"Per'aps I should tell yer ma tale from the beginin'" she said calmly looking at him. The afternoon was turning chilly.
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Note from the author: There you go! The end of the second chapter! Took me a while but I have been soooo busy, school and anything. Bloody hell year 10 is hard! Well not really they just give us 50 billion assessments and assignments!
Anyways, updating soon I hope! Enjoy! Tessa
Dana always liked Port Royal all the people were particularly friendly, not so much to pirates but all the same a bunch of pleasant folk. Today they seemed exceptionally pleasant, well the men at least possibly because of Dana's figure and overall appearance but she didn't mind much. As they passed through the lower part of the town where the common people lived she saw a dramatic change in dress. The women wore silk dresses (most likely with corsets) and the men work up tight suits and powdered wigs. How she felt sorry for those poor women who had to endure all day long wearing the most uncomfortable clothing ever imaginable, but then again fashion knows no pain. She wondered if she should question the officers around her of where they were taking her – but by the look of it they were taking her to the highest house on the street that most likely belonged to the governor.
They couldn't hang her, it was unjust as she was a woman but then she is a pirate so many questions were to be answered that is why they were heading towards the governors house. On their way they passed a very white shop – a bridal shop. New in town know one had really heard of one before but everyone from the rich to the poor went there for all their wedding needs and that is where our young Elizabeth is. She had finished her business by the time the naval procession was passing and as she stepped outside the shop she looked at them pass then noticed in the middle of the tall naval men was a woman smiling around - and of all things was dressed like a man! Starting to get a little concerned for what was to happen to this woman Elizabeth trotted up to the front of the party where Norrington walked proudly. She had to walk a little fasted than normal to keep up with his long strides.
"Commodore Norrington," she said a little bit out of breath, "James," she said again and got his attention. He beamed down at her.
"Elizabeth, fine day is it not?" he said continuing to walk up to the governor's house at the top of the hill.
"Why is that woman in chains?" she said angrily, the commodore sighed.
"Because she is a pirate," he said in reply.
"I don't believe you – not one little bit," she said with an hmph.
"'Tis the truth miss, an' I ain't 'fraid to tell," said Dana with a wink. The commodore whipped around and glared at her.
"Not a word from you," he said then turned to Elizabeth beaming again, "She is a pirate and she is to be hanged like all the other pirates that we catch sailing in these waters. It is only fare," he added receiving Elizabeth's look of disapproval.
"But she is a woman, you cannot prosecute her with out a fair trial, my father made that at law in this town do you not remember?" she said as the party stopped as they reached the gate of the governor's house. Elizabeth's maids soon came running up and stood behind Elizabeth dutifully; puffing.
"Elizabeth, I very well know our by-laws and this is a messy matter that is why I am going to consult your father about it," he said looking down at her, she kept a stern face.
"Why consult my father, I can do it. I am almost governess of this here port. Why trouble his already troubled mind?" she said folding her arms.
"Why trouble your mind, you are still young and do not know how to handle such a problem," he said slyly infuriating her. "You also have a wedding to plan,"
"The wedding has been planned," she seethed.
"Sounds lov'ly, can I come?" Dana said cheerfully scooting in so that she was standing between the commodore and Elizabeth.
"No," Commodore said looking at her disapprovingly. She just lifted her hands up and stepped back. "Also marring W – I mean Mr. Turner" he said rather annoyed, "Does not give you proper, rights so-to-say to become a governess. A blacksmith is hardly fit for a governor," Elizabeth didn't reply to his comment.
"Well she can't be hung it is unfair," said Elizabeth pouting.
"It is hanged luv," corrected Dana.
"Whatever." Commodore said cutting in, "What do you suggest we do then?" he said looking at Elizabeth.
"Well, perhaps..." she said thinking but Dana piped up.
"Well I got a swell idea. Ye two lov'ly people unchain me and I sail back to Tortuga, savvy. An' we all live –"
"Shut up," Elizabeth and the Commodore said in unison, she was cut.
"I have an idea," said Elizabeth, the commodore nodded for her to continue, "It is my wedding in exactly a week. So if I can show to you and society that this young woman can be appropriate, and isn't a pirate," she was struggling for the words, "In one week then she is free to go, but if not she is yours. Understand, that means everything clothes, hair, the way she acts is completely presentable," said Elizabeth; proud of herself, the commodore slowly nodded in agreement. Dana saw this and exclaimed.
"So we walked all the way up this hill fo' nuthin'? Argh!" she said throwing her hands up in the air and turning around in a circle. Elizabeth smiled.
"Come along," she said opening the wooden gate and walking though closely followed by her attendants. Dana shrugged and followed. Commodore laughed bitterly.
"What about your chains scum? Or do you want to have you movement restricted" Dana whipped around and held out her chained wrists, "Gillette," he motioned to the lieutenant and as they were unlocked the heavy metal chains fell to the ground and she ran off after the small party of women. This is certainly my lucky day, she thought but really what had been lucky? She had lost a ship and crew, been sentenced to the gallows, been told she had to change her way of life or she would be hanged, but then again she still had her life – she had to get out fast. She began sketching a plan to escape as the proceeded up the path looking for the easiest escape routes. This is what she always did when she went somewhere new even if it was a pirate ship.
It was a pretty lane; the one that lead up to the big white house that sat on top of the hill over looking the entire village. With artistically arraigned flower beds and carefully trimmed hedges. Dana fancied them a lot, reminded her of her home in London which she vaguely remembered. Suddenly Dana found herself at the door of the big house Elizabeth was standing besides her beaming at her triumph. She opened the old oak door.
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William Turner had finally retreated to his shop; Port Royale was far too boring. Nothing was happening on the streets no new gossip, no whispers of a pirate named 'Jack Sparrow'. But he then revised the day; something had happened. A girl was being guided up the main street accompanied by a whole party of naval officers and she with in chains. She also bore the mark of a pirate, and Will some how knew her! But from where, it frustrated him so. He didn't know her from Port Royale – or did he? After pacing up and down in his blacksmiths shop, for over ten minutes and after causing thick clouds of dust he decided that the best thing to do would be to go to Elizabeth. She would know how to solve his problem, she always did.
He walked out of his shop, running his hand through his hair once, then locked the old shop and started to stride up the dirt road. In a matter of minutes he found himself outside the old white house at the top of the hill. It was a wonderful house with the best gardens, he thought, in the entire Caribbean (despite the fact he hadn't even seen all the ports in the Caribbean). Just before the front of the house, and after the lane way leading up from the main street, was a curved path. It was wide enough that a horse could guide a carriage with space to spare. After the small path or drive was the house. It wasn't a wide house, just a long one, with every room at the front having a window and facing the ocean. All the important rooms; like lounge rooms, dinning rooms, studies, libraries, parlors and of course the bedrooms of those important in the house were at the front. Each window was panned with a deep oak that contrasted beautifully against the white paint. Many of the windows revealed the interior of the house, but many were closed off by muslin curtains. One room however stuck out from the side of the house was the study. Well tea- room, actually it was more Elizabeth's room. She had guests over there, wrote letters, studied; today however she seemed to be entertaining. Will could see right into the room as the way it was designed made it stick out from the side of the house a little. It was a pentagonal shape with three of the walls glass with boxes of flowers sitting under the window. Will could see that Elizabeth seemed to be making a fuss at someone sitting on one of the chairs and he saw her go over to the writing desk that stood at the base of one of the windows. The room didn't have much in it, a writing desk a chair for the desk and lounge and two sitting chairs – as well as a tea table. Will smiled; he could see Elizabeth and almost hear her frustrated voice. He walked up to the large black doors and knocked hard trying to get someone's attention it was an awfully large house. A very pompous looking old man came to the door and opened it and looked down at Will over his hooked nose.
"Yes?" he said blandly holding the door. Will smiled.
"I am here to see Elizabeth," he said and the man stepped aside allowing Will to walk through into the hall. He new the house inside out, still he looked around at the large entrance all and looked up the spiral staircase. Then turned to the right, through the door way down the hall to the left then knocked on the closed study door. A familiar face opened the door. Will looked Elizabeth over she really was a beautiful sight. Her long curly, honey brown hair was half pinned back on top of her head with little strands of tight ringlets that hung around her face. She was wearing a pretty satin dress that was low cut and flared out at the sleeves with lace beneath it. He could tell by the shape of the bodice that Elizabeth was wearing a corset, he felt a great swell of pity for her; he knew her loathing for them. There were little flower patterns sewn into the material which were a darker blue. There was also lace around neck line and the hem. She wore small tear shaped pearl earrings and a matching necklace. In her hand she held a broken tea cup by the handle and one her face was a frustrated expression. However, as soon as she saw Will she smiled her brown eyes beaming. Will wrapped his arms around her waist and she wrapped hers around his neck, kissing his cheek.
"It is so good to see you today," she said as the embrace ended, "It has been truly horrid today! Come in come in! I will tell you all about it," she said grabbing his arm and pulling Will into the small study. He loved the attention that Elizabeth gave him. He smiled happily as she led him into the room. It was bright and the sun glided into the room illuminating the white walls. He closed his eyes then opened them to find sitting in front of him the woman that they group of navy men were escorting up the main street. She smiled goofily, her long blond hair flung over her shoulders and he could now see many different coloured beads braided into her hair. She also wore a ruby red bandanna and tatty clothes – men's clothes. She was holding a porcelain white tea pot in her hand that clattered against the many gems that were on her fingers. Her skin was a bronze colour from the sun and her teeth were pearly white as Will saw when she flashed him a smile.
"Care for some tea luv? No idea where tha rum is in this 'ouse," she said looking around the room. Elizabeth bustled over to her leaving Will in the doorway looking dumbstruck at the woman sitting before him – she looked just like a pirate, and talked like one too! "Wha' did I do wrong this time?" the stranger asked looking at Elizabeth with her innocent blue eyes.
"The way you said it was all wrong, not to mention your presentation and what on earth was that little thing at the end: No idea where the rum is! Completely inappropriate!" Elizabeth said frustrated as she snatched the pot out of the strangers hand and placed it on the table. She then walked back and stood next to Will and breathed out then in again and said; "This is Will Turner, my fiancé," she smiled at the last little bit.
"Oh, Will Turner! No doubt son of the famous pirate, Bootstrap Bill Turner! Pleasure to meet you – fan of your dad you know!" said the blue eyed stranger walking up arms stretched and offering a hand to Will. She was a very extravagant lady. He shook her hand slightly taken back by her friendliness. Elizabeth smiled.
"Will, this is Dana Lieye," Will had heard that name before – but from where? He would soon ask her, "She is a..." Elizabeth paused as the three sat down on the lounge and sitting chair provided.
"Pirate," Dana said, seeing how uncomfortable Elizabeth seemed about introducing her to Will as a pirate. Dana lounged back on the chair taking up a cup of tea with its saucer, crossed her legs and looked at Will. "What do ye do as a livin' Will? No doubt a pirate," she muttered at then end starting to take a sip of her tea.
"I am a blacksmith," he said proudly. Dana spat her tea out everywhere causing Elizabeth to shriek as she got some tea on her blue dress. Will looked at her with distaste and Dana just started to laugh bitterly.
"Yer father would not 'ave been proud of you taking up tha' line of work. Not tha' I knew 'im personally tha' is" she said placing her cup down again. Elizabeth snatched all the tea things away from her, so there was no more excuse for further destruction.
"Well no one asked for your opinion," Elizabeth spat taking the tea things over to the writing desk much to Dana's dismay.
"Well no one asked ya to take away tha tea tray either! I though' ye were teachin' me ta be a lady?!" she said standing up to Elizabeth even though she was at least an inch shorter than her, placing her hands on her hips giving her a stare.
"You are a horrible pupil, teaching starts tomorrow," Elizabeth answered sitting back down next to Will. He just looked stunned.
"What? Teaching her to be a lady? What is all that about?" he said looking at Elizabeth speaking slowly as Dana sat back down. "And why were you being escorted up the main street earlier on today?" he asked quickly looking at her.
"Per'aps I should tell yer ma tale from the beginin'" she said calmly looking at him. The afternoon was turning chilly.
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Note from the author: There you go! The end of the second chapter! Took me a while but I have been soooo busy, school and anything. Bloody hell year 10 is hard! Well not really they just give us 50 billion assessments and assignments!
Anyways, updating soon I hope! Enjoy! Tessa
