The Fountain of Youth
************************************************************************ This is a sequel to Arianne, so if you haven't read that, I would highly advise that you do before reading this--much will make more sense to you if you do! But to those of you that have read Arianne, I hope you enjoy this as much as you did my first story! ************************************************************************
Chapter One: Tell Us A Story!
"Mama!" Reanna called out, running up to her with another little girl following close on her heels. Arianne bent down and picked up her only child, spinning her around once before setting her down and kneeling so she could speak face-to-face with Reanna.
"What is it, Rea?" she asked, unable to look at the sweet face in front of her and not smile.
"Will you and Daddy tell us a story about one of your adventures, Mama? Please?" Reanna pouted, widening her eyes to their fullest extent. Arianne laughed. As if she could refuse the little vixen anything.
"You'll have to go ask your father, love, I can't speak for him."
Reanna scampered off, leaving her friend behind to stare at the ground. Arianne winced slightly. Reanna had a bit to learn about manners. "Hello," she said to the little girl, who mumbled a similar greeting but still did not look up at her.
"You know," she started, having seen these symptoms many times before in the children, "I used to have a dress just like that, when I was about your age." It worked like a charm. The girl looked up with wide eyes.
"Y-you did?" she asked, awe-struck.
"I did. My mother used to be very annoyed with me because I would get it all dirty," she said with a wry smile.
The little girl smiled widely back, then said with all seriousness, "But you're the Golden Eagle!"
Chuckling, Arianne reached out and touched the child's nose with a forefinger. "I wasn't always the Golden Eagle, sweetheart. Maybe some day you'll have grand adventures as well!" The girl smiled widely, her fear and awe of Arianne now completely erased.
She breathed a sigh of relief. It was so hard to get the children-- even and perhaps especially the adults!--over their awe of her and her husband. She didn't feel any different than the other townsfolk, other than that she still occasionally wore pants instead of skirts.
When Reanna came back outside, dragging Jack Sparrow by the hand, Arianne had to smile at the look of amused resignation on his face. "Mama, Daddy said he would if you'd help, so can we can we can we? Pleeease?"
Laughing, Arianne stood up, brushing off her knees. "Alright, we'll tell you a story."
"Great! Let's go!" And Reanna was hurrying off with her friend, leaving a bemused Jack and Arianne to follow them.
When they finally reached Reanna's designated spot, they found themselves facing at least fifteen other children. When she started to protest, she was stopped by the look of pleading on Reanna's face and the excitement on the faces of all the other children. Sighing, she nodded at Jack and they took a seat on a bench while all of the children arrayed themselves in front of them, looking expectantly up at the two.
"Well, what story do you want to hear?" Arianne asked, unsure of where to even begin. By now all of the kids knew the story of how she and Jack had fallen in love, but there had been so many other "adventures" over the years that it was impossible to choose.
Reanna, of course, spoke up immediately. "Tell us about the Fountain of Youth, Mama and Daddy!" When all of the other children agreed--quite noisily--she smiled at Jack. She had just told Reanna the story a few nights ago, and she said it was her absolute favorite.
"Alright," Arianne replied, then turned to Jack, "Now you have to help me out in this one, it's better told by both of us, so you pitch in at any time." When Jack smiled broadly and nodded, she could have smacked him on the back of the head. He always allowed her to get so wrapped up in the tales that she practically relived them.
Shaking her head to rid herself of the urge to inflict violence upon her husband in front of so many impressionable youngsters, she began.
"This happened only a year and a half after Jack and I were married..."
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Short, I know, but I'll make up for it, I promise you! More to come soon! ^.^
************************************************************************ This is a sequel to Arianne, so if you haven't read that, I would highly advise that you do before reading this--much will make more sense to you if you do! But to those of you that have read Arianne, I hope you enjoy this as much as you did my first story! ************************************************************************
Chapter One: Tell Us A Story!
"Mama!" Reanna called out, running up to her with another little girl following close on her heels. Arianne bent down and picked up her only child, spinning her around once before setting her down and kneeling so she could speak face-to-face with Reanna.
"What is it, Rea?" she asked, unable to look at the sweet face in front of her and not smile.
"Will you and Daddy tell us a story about one of your adventures, Mama? Please?" Reanna pouted, widening her eyes to their fullest extent. Arianne laughed. As if she could refuse the little vixen anything.
"You'll have to go ask your father, love, I can't speak for him."
Reanna scampered off, leaving her friend behind to stare at the ground. Arianne winced slightly. Reanna had a bit to learn about manners. "Hello," she said to the little girl, who mumbled a similar greeting but still did not look up at her.
"You know," she started, having seen these symptoms many times before in the children, "I used to have a dress just like that, when I was about your age." It worked like a charm. The girl looked up with wide eyes.
"Y-you did?" she asked, awe-struck.
"I did. My mother used to be very annoyed with me because I would get it all dirty," she said with a wry smile.
The little girl smiled widely back, then said with all seriousness, "But you're the Golden Eagle!"
Chuckling, Arianne reached out and touched the child's nose with a forefinger. "I wasn't always the Golden Eagle, sweetheart. Maybe some day you'll have grand adventures as well!" The girl smiled widely, her fear and awe of Arianne now completely erased.
She breathed a sigh of relief. It was so hard to get the children-- even and perhaps especially the adults!--over their awe of her and her husband. She didn't feel any different than the other townsfolk, other than that she still occasionally wore pants instead of skirts.
When Reanna came back outside, dragging Jack Sparrow by the hand, Arianne had to smile at the look of amused resignation on his face. "Mama, Daddy said he would if you'd help, so can we can we can we? Pleeease?"
Laughing, Arianne stood up, brushing off her knees. "Alright, we'll tell you a story."
"Great! Let's go!" And Reanna was hurrying off with her friend, leaving a bemused Jack and Arianne to follow them.
When they finally reached Reanna's designated spot, they found themselves facing at least fifteen other children. When she started to protest, she was stopped by the look of pleading on Reanna's face and the excitement on the faces of all the other children. Sighing, she nodded at Jack and they took a seat on a bench while all of the children arrayed themselves in front of them, looking expectantly up at the two.
"Well, what story do you want to hear?" Arianne asked, unsure of where to even begin. By now all of the kids knew the story of how she and Jack had fallen in love, but there had been so many other "adventures" over the years that it was impossible to choose.
Reanna, of course, spoke up immediately. "Tell us about the Fountain of Youth, Mama and Daddy!" When all of the other children agreed--quite noisily--she smiled at Jack. She had just told Reanna the story a few nights ago, and she said it was her absolute favorite.
"Alright," Arianne replied, then turned to Jack, "Now you have to help me out in this one, it's better told by both of us, so you pitch in at any time." When Jack smiled broadly and nodded, she could have smacked him on the back of the head. He always allowed her to get so wrapped up in the tales that she practically relived them.
Shaking her head to rid herself of the urge to inflict violence upon her husband in front of so many impressionable youngsters, she began.
"This happened only a year and a half after Jack and I were married..."
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Short, I know, but I'll make up for it, I promise you! More to come soon! ^.^
