Much gratitude to Katrina for helping me out again, I got a bad case of
writer's block with this one and had to go and watch POTC again for some
inspiration. A writer's life is so hard...
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A Hard Man To Predict
Seven years have passed in Port Royal, and not much has happened, except that Elizabeth has grown up, and Faye has just grown. Faye has been brought up by her aunt Susie, who hardly ever has any time for her, and Elizabeth, who as little more than a child herself was perhaps not the best role model.
Faye is considered to be wild and rather savage by the rest of the household, but is treated with the same deference as the master's pet. She has spent the last four years sitting in on Elizabeth's lessons with her tutors, and has proved herself to be rather intelligent. However, she has picked up some of Elizabeth's foibles, her pirate obsession being one of them.
Faye has acquired many things is the last seven years, including her own personal treasure trove of books. Her favourite is naturally one called 'Legendary Pirates'. Elizabeth gave it to her before she could read, when she could only look at the pictures. She likes the one with the man with the long unruly dark hair like hers, and deep brown eyes like hers, because he is the only one who actually looks out of his own picture. One of the first things she could read was the name of this man, written under his picture: Captain Jack Sparrow. She was a little let down, she thought he would be called something more exotic.
Once, she tied a red scarf of Susie's around her head the way the Captain was wearing one. She had held up the book next to her face and looked in the mirror, and compared herself to him. She was pleased with the overall effect, and now she sleeps with the red scarf under her pillow, and wears it whenever she thinks she can get away with it. This is often, as she has a strange gift of seeming to make herself invisible, so no one notices her.
Apart from the scarf, her other favourite thing is her wooden bird with the broken tail. She's had it since she was small, and her aunt Susie told her it belonged to her mother. Sometimes she wonders how it got broken. Faye felt sad when she knew that her mother had died having her, like it was her fault. But Susie told her not to be so silly, so Faye decided that maybe it means that her mother must have loved her very much to sacrifice herself. Elizabeth has a father, and Faye must always curtsey to him in the hallway, but Faye has no father, and no one has ever said anything about him, if he existed.
This morning is like any other morning. Faye wakes up as the first light of dawn slides in through the shutters as she always does. She likes the early morning, because the house is hers and hers alone for a while, and she can do what she likes.
Faye washes in the basin on her dresser, and puts on her black dress. She refused to wear Elizabeth's old clothes, even when Elizabeth wanted her to, because they just looked so wrong on her somehow. Susie says that black is much more fitting for a future maid anyway. Faye, however, has no intention of being a maid.
Faye pulls the red scarf out from under her pillow, and examines herself in the mirror before tying it on over her disordered black hair. She turns one way and then the other, and decides that yes, this will do. She is not a vain child, but she likes to look in the mirror every so often, just to make sure she's still there. People look through her so often. Except Miss Elizabeth of course, never Miss Elizabeth. Faye picks up her wooden bird from her bed, pulling up the covers as she does so. She goes out, past her aunt's room, and down the corridor to enjoy her hour or so's freedom.
----
A handful of hours later, Faye is sitting on the main landing, just out of sight of the entrance hall below, dangling her feet through the gaps in the bars. She has her wooden bird in one hand, and is leaning on one of the bars with the other. She is watching with interest as the blacksmith's apprentice is waiting to see the Governor.
His name is Will, and Faye likes him because he is in love with Miss Elizabeth, and once told her how good she looked with her red scarf on her head. Miss Elizabeth doesn't know he loves her, he has never said so, but Faye has spent most of her life watching people, and has become very knowledgeable about human nature. She can tell.
Will examines a candelabrum on the wall. Faye cringes as he breaks one of the branches off, and hides it in the pot directly underneath. Hendon, a snooty under-butler that Faye dislikes passes, and ignores Will's greeting. Hendon looks so ridiculously pompous that it is all Faye can do not to laugh.
The Governor comes out to meet Will, and Will presents him with a sword. Faye doesn't quite understand why, she is too far away to really hear much, but when she catches a reference to Norrington, the man in the funny hat, she remembers that today there is some kind of ceremony for him at the fort, and Faye was supposed to be helping Miss Elizabeth to dress. Just as she is thinking these thoughts, she feels a tap on her shoulder. She retracts her legs and spins around, and sees Miss Elizabeth standing above her, looking stern.
'Where were you this morning?'
Faye doesn't know what to say. 'I.'
Miss Elizabeth's face splits into the girlish grin that Faye knows so well.
'I'm just joking! Don't look so worried, I don't mind.'
Faye sags with relief.
'Is Will down there?'
Faye nods, and watches as Miss Elizabeth's eyes light up a little. Ah, she thinks, she loves him too.
Miss Elizabeth kisses Faye on top of her red scarf, and tells her to be good. 'I know you won't be,' Miss Elizabeth adds with look of mock sadness, 'but I think I'd better tell you just the same.'
Miss Elizabeth straightens up, and walks sedately down the stairs, hurrying a little as she reaches the bottom, just to talk to Will. Faye hopes they will get married and be very happy, as Faye thinks that a story is not worth either the reading or the living if it doesn't have a happy ending.
Faye gets up, picks up the bird, and goes down to the kitchen, as she has to help with lunch preparations every other day to prove her usefulness. Susie is already there, looking slightly harassed.
'Why are you late?'
'I was talking with Miss Elizabeth. She's in love with Will Turner you know.'
Susie is used to Faye blurting out these revelations about people, but she also knows how uncannily accurate Faye usually is.
'Well well well...' she says, like she is thinking aloud. She is silent for a moment, before recollecting herself. 'Faye, don't just stand there, get on with cutting up the bread.'
'Yes Susie,' Faye answers obediently; despite the fact that right now, she really wishes she could have gone to the fort to see the ceremony. It would have been much more fun than making lunch, that's for sure.
***
Baby Faye, all grown up. Sort of. And isn't it odd that she looks like her favourite pirate...Stay tuned!
It's a pirate's life 4 me: The idea is that the Governor can't say no to Elizabeth, and is a fundamentally nice guy anyway, but yeah, I see your point.
***
A Hard Man To Predict
Seven years have passed in Port Royal, and not much has happened, except that Elizabeth has grown up, and Faye has just grown. Faye has been brought up by her aunt Susie, who hardly ever has any time for her, and Elizabeth, who as little more than a child herself was perhaps not the best role model.
Faye is considered to be wild and rather savage by the rest of the household, but is treated with the same deference as the master's pet. She has spent the last four years sitting in on Elizabeth's lessons with her tutors, and has proved herself to be rather intelligent. However, she has picked up some of Elizabeth's foibles, her pirate obsession being one of them.
Faye has acquired many things is the last seven years, including her own personal treasure trove of books. Her favourite is naturally one called 'Legendary Pirates'. Elizabeth gave it to her before she could read, when she could only look at the pictures. She likes the one with the man with the long unruly dark hair like hers, and deep brown eyes like hers, because he is the only one who actually looks out of his own picture. One of the first things she could read was the name of this man, written under his picture: Captain Jack Sparrow. She was a little let down, she thought he would be called something more exotic.
Once, she tied a red scarf of Susie's around her head the way the Captain was wearing one. She had held up the book next to her face and looked in the mirror, and compared herself to him. She was pleased with the overall effect, and now she sleeps with the red scarf under her pillow, and wears it whenever she thinks she can get away with it. This is often, as she has a strange gift of seeming to make herself invisible, so no one notices her.
Apart from the scarf, her other favourite thing is her wooden bird with the broken tail. She's had it since she was small, and her aunt Susie told her it belonged to her mother. Sometimes she wonders how it got broken. Faye felt sad when she knew that her mother had died having her, like it was her fault. But Susie told her not to be so silly, so Faye decided that maybe it means that her mother must have loved her very much to sacrifice herself. Elizabeth has a father, and Faye must always curtsey to him in the hallway, but Faye has no father, and no one has ever said anything about him, if he existed.
This morning is like any other morning. Faye wakes up as the first light of dawn slides in through the shutters as she always does. She likes the early morning, because the house is hers and hers alone for a while, and she can do what she likes.
Faye washes in the basin on her dresser, and puts on her black dress. She refused to wear Elizabeth's old clothes, even when Elizabeth wanted her to, because they just looked so wrong on her somehow. Susie says that black is much more fitting for a future maid anyway. Faye, however, has no intention of being a maid.
Faye pulls the red scarf out from under her pillow, and examines herself in the mirror before tying it on over her disordered black hair. She turns one way and then the other, and decides that yes, this will do. She is not a vain child, but she likes to look in the mirror every so often, just to make sure she's still there. People look through her so often. Except Miss Elizabeth of course, never Miss Elizabeth. Faye picks up her wooden bird from her bed, pulling up the covers as she does so. She goes out, past her aunt's room, and down the corridor to enjoy her hour or so's freedom.
----
A handful of hours later, Faye is sitting on the main landing, just out of sight of the entrance hall below, dangling her feet through the gaps in the bars. She has her wooden bird in one hand, and is leaning on one of the bars with the other. She is watching with interest as the blacksmith's apprentice is waiting to see the Governor.
His name is Will, and Faye likes him because he is in love with Miss Elizabeth, and once told her how good she looked with her red scarf on her head. Miss Elizabeth doesn't know he loves her, he has never said so, but Faye has spent most of her life watching people, and has become very knowledgeable about human nature. She can tell.
Will examines a candelabrum on the wall. Faye cringes as he breaks one of the branches off, and hides it in the pot directly underneath. Hendon, a snooty under-butler that Faye dislikes passes, and ignores Will's greeting. Hendon looks so ridiculously pompous that it is all Faye can do not to laugh.
The Governor comes out to meet Will, and Will presents him with a sword. Faye doesn't quite understand why, she is too far away to really hear much, but when she catches a reference to Norrington, the man in the funny hat, she remembers that today there is some kind of ceremony for him at the fort, and Faye was supposed to be helping Miss Elizabeth to dress. Just as she is thinking these thoughts, she feels a tap on her shoulder. She retracts her legs and spins around, and sees Miss Elizabeth standing above her, looking stern.
'Where were you this morning?'
Faye doesn't know what to say. 'I.'
Miss Elizabeth's face splits into the girlish grin that Faye knows so well.
'I'm just joking! Don't look so worried, I don't mind.'
Faye sags with relief.
'Is Will down there?'
Faye nods, and watches as Miss Elizabeth's eyes light up a little. Ah, she thinks, she loves him too.
Miss Elizabeth kisses Faye on top of her red scarf, and tells her to be good. 'I know you won't be,' Miss Elizabeth adds with look of mock sadness, 'but I think I'd better tell you just the same.'
Miss Elizabeth straightens up, and walks sedately down the stairs, hurrying a little as she reaches the bottom, just to talk to Will. Faye hopes they will get married and be very happy, as Faye thinks that a story is not worth either the reading or the living if it doesn't have a happy ending.
Faye gets up, picks up the bird, and goes down to the kitchen, as she has to help with lunch preparations every other day to prove her usefulness. Susie is already there, looking slightly harassed.
'Why are you late?'
'I was talking with Miss Elizabeth. She's in love with Will Turner you know.'
Susie is used to Faye blurting out these revelations about people, but she also knows how uncannily accurate Faye usually is.
'Well well well...' she says, like she is thinking aloud. She is silent for a moment, before recollecting herself. 'Faye, don't just stand there, get on with cutting up the bread.'
'Yes Susie,' Faye answers obediently; despite the fact that right now, she really wishes she could have gone to the fort to see the ceremony. It would have been much more fun than making lunch, that's for sure.
***
Baby Faye, all grown up. Sort of. And isn't it odd that she looks like her favourite pirate...Stay tuned!
It's a pirate's life 4 me: The idea is that the Governor can't say no to Elizabeth, and is a fundamentally nice guy anyway, but yeah, I see your point.
