(A/N): Ah...another chapter! See, daydreaming is good for something. BTW: now on Elizabeth is going to mostly be just Liz (faster to type). And oh yes, last chapter I forgot (neglected) to post the one thing we all love to post (chough-hack-yeahright-hack-cough) the disclaimer. So here it is Disney:
Disclaimer: disclaim, disclaim, disclaim, PotC, disclaim, disclaim, do however own the Vision of the Seas, disclaim, disclaim, disclaim, Jack, Will & Elizabeth, disclaim, Alexandra & Whitting (stupid git) are mine, disclaim, disclaim, disclaim, PotC plot, disclaim, story belongs to me!
There that 'bout does it...and I better not have to do it again (shakes fist at Disney)
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(Chap. 2: No Hablo Ingles)
"Alexandra!"
"It's pronounced Ale-han-dra..." she muttered under her breath. "Yes?"
"You need to get changed and put your hair up. Otherwise people might get the...wrong idea about you." Alexandra raised her eyebrows at the instructor's comment. "Fine but not until the boat is moored properly," she replied. "And perhaps someone would get the right idea about me," she retorted under her breath as she walked away.
After checking the mooting ropes time and again, she sauntered slowly past the worn helm of the Vision of the Seas, trying to further forestall the eminent loss of freedom: physical, verbal, and emotional. 'Bloody corsets' she thought, to her they were the symbol of women's cultural repression...and she hated them. She had, however, failed to hear the crew whistle calling them to attention.
"Alexandra!"
"That's it. I'm changing the way my name is spelled..." she grumbled, before turning to see all the other girls lined up, in lady's dresses, hair done, and looking more like dolls than the girls who had sailed a ship to Port Royal...it was sad, really. "Yes?" she called back.
"Would you mind gracing us with your presence?"
" No, of course not...I'd love to really, but I'm not...what is your word, decent?" she replied, grinning.
"Now! And enough of your antics." The instructor yelled as she jogged to her spot in the line. "Do I make myself clear?" he growled, inches from her face.
"No hablo ingles." She stated simply, now standing at attention, "en espa(ol, por favor." The instructor stood fuming. She loved being Spanish. Her moment of fun was short lived, however, as she became aware of the group of ladies. She groaned. ' I forgot we were supposed to be staying with these stuffy bigwigs for...training. Ugh, we sound like dogs,' she thought. The instructor's voice drifted to her ears, snapping her back to reality.
"You are a disgrace! Look at you! And look at what a mess you've made of the sail rigging! If you had tied..." Alexandra looked down the line of girls to see that the instructor had moved on to one of the new girls, who looked as if she might cry...or faint from fright...or both. She turned her head to see the rigging in a mess because of a poorly tied rope that had come loose, a mistake anyone new to the sailing class might make. She sighed, shook her head, and prepared herself for a verbal flogging.
Jack, Will, and Liz watched as the only young woman dressed to sail a ship stepped quietly out of line and walked purposefully toward the man who they had seen, just moments before, yelling at her.
"Excuse me." She said, but the man didn't stop the barrage of insults directed at his terrified looking victim. " Se(or Whitting!" she tried again. Still receiving no response, she all but yelled "she did nothing wrong!" grabbing his shoulder, and spinning him around to look at her, granting the other a short reprieve. Liz looked from Will, who seemed shocked, to Jack, who watched the woman in amazement and something akin to awe.
"What do you mean?" the instructor, Whitting, asked in a dangerously controlled voice. " You see, I um... well it was more my mistake than hers. I was instructing her on how to tie it off...and I just didn't check it, even when she voiced concern that she might not have tied it right." She said looking as sheepish as Liz thought possible for her. "Alexandra I am surprised at you. You, of all people should have known to check..." Whitting's voice steadily rose through anger, and he looked ready to kill.
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Okay every body you know what to do. . . . . you know the little purple button? Click the little purple button! Please review...you must have something to say...go on...you can say.
Disclaimer: disclaim, disclaim, disclaim, PotC, disclaim, disclaim, do however own the Vision of the Seas, disclaim, disclaim, disclaim, Jack, Will & Elizabeth, disclaim, Alexandra & Whitting (stupid git) are mine, disclaim, disclaim, disclaim, PotC plot, disclaim, story belongs to me!
There that 'bout does it...and I better not have to do it again (shakes fist at Disney)
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(Chap. 2: No Hablo Ingles)
"Alexandra!"
"It's pronounced Ale-han-dra..." she muttered under her breath. "Yes?"
"You need to get changed and put your hair up. Otherwise people might get the...wrong idea about you." Alexandra raised her eyebrows at the instructor's comment. "Fine but not until the boat is moored properly," she replied. "And perhaps someone would get the right idea about me," she retorted under her breath as she walked away.
After checking the mooting ropes time and again, she sauntered slowly past the worn helm of the Vision of the Seas, trying to further forestall the eminent loss of freedom: physical, verbal, and emotional. 'Bloody corsets' she thought, to her they were the symbol of women's cultural repression...and she hated them. She had, however, failed to hear the crew whistle calling them to attention.
"Alexandra!"
"That's it. I'm changing the way my name is spelled..." she grumbled, before turning to see all the other girls lined up, in lady's dresses, hair done, and looking more like dolls than the girls who had sailed a ship to Port Royal...it was sad, really. "Yes?" she called back.
"Would you mind gracing us with your presence?"
" No, of course not...I'd love to really, but I'm not...what is your word, decent?" she replied, grinning.
"Now! And enough of your antics." The instructor yelled as she jogged to her spot in the line. "Do I make myself clear?" he growled, inches from her face.
"No hablo ingles." She stated simply, now standing at attention, "en espa(ol, por favor." The instructor stood fuming. She loved being Spanish. Her moment of fun was short lived, however, as she became aware of the group of ladies. She groaned. ' I forgot we were supposed to be staying with these stuffy bigwigs for...training. Ugh, we sound like dogs,' she thought. The instructor's voice drifted to her ears, snapping her back to reality.
"You are a disgrace! Look at you! And look at what a mess you've made of the sail rigging! If you had tied..." Alexandra looked down the line of girls to see that the instructor had moved on to one of the new girls, who looked as if she might cry...or faint from fright...or both. She turned her head to see the rigging in a mess because of a poorly tied rope that had come loose, a mistake anyone new to the sailing class might make. She sighed, shook her head, and prepared herself for a verbal flogging.
Jack, Will, and Liz watched as the only young woman dressed to sail a ship stepped quietly out of line and walked purposefully toward the man who they had seen, just moments before, yelling at her.
"Excuse me." She said, but the man didn't stop the barrage of insults directed at his terrified looking victim. " Se(or Whitting!" she tried again. Still receiving no response, she all but yelled "she did nothing wrong!" grabbing his shoulder, and spinning him around to look at her, granting the other a short reprieve. Liz looked from Will, who seemed shocked, to Jack, who watched the woman in amazement and something akin to awe.
"What do you mean?" the instructor, Whitting, asked in a dangerously controlled voice. " You see, I um... well it was more my mistake than hers. I was instructing her on how to tie it off...and I just didn't check it, even when she voiced concern that she might not have tied it right." She said looking as sheepish as Liz thought possible for her. "Alexandra I am surprised at you. You, of all people should have known to check..." Whitting's voice steadily rose through anger, and he looked ready to kill.
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Okay every body you know what to do. . . . . you know the little purple button? Click the little purple button! Please review...you must have something to say...go on...you can say.