A/N: I will probably be working on this story more than my other one
because I don't really have any ideas for Kalea. And "Sri" is pronounced
"Shree." It's an Indian name that means light! Teehee a lot of my names
have cool meanings so go to to find out what
they mean.... Okay sorry it took so long again. Yes, I know I stink at
updating. What I'm doing now is developing a story for fiction press.
That way, when I put it up, I will be able to whip out chapters more easily
because I actually know what the plot is about. I'm winging it right now.
Disclaimer: I don't own POTC characters, places, ships, objects, etc. I do own any characters I may make up along the way.
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * Chapter 2, Errands
Mia sat by the window, staring moodily into the dull fog that had settled on Port Royal. Sri walked behind her, pacing back and forth and muttering something about diseased eggs.
"If you keep this up, Sri, you're going to make a ditch in our floor." Mia said with an exasperated sigh.
"I can't take this any more!" Sri yelled in frustration. Both the girls couldn't bear to be cooped up inside for long, away from the sun. Away from the sea. "Let's go see if Lizzi has any errands for us to run. I can't stand this!"
Mia nodded. "Shelly!" she called to their single servant, a plump little woman in her late 30's. "We're going to the Turner's house. We'll be back sometime before...well...dark."
A short, red-haired woman came bustling in, carrying two heavy coats. "Not without your coats, you're not!" she exclaimed. "I promised your mother I would take care of you! I'm not about to let you catch cold."
Sri sighed. Shelly had taken her oath to their mother very seriously, a little too seriously for her liking. She glared at the coats Shelly carried. They looked like they would suffocate the girls, who were very petite. It was late May, for heaven's sake! Reluctantly, the twins grabbed their coats, kissed Shelly goodbye, and were off.
The girls carelessly meandered through the market place, glancing at various pieces of jewelry and knickknacks. They reached a large, comfortable looking house and knocked on the large front door. A butler came to the door. "Good day, Miss Amelia and Miss Sri. Come in, come in!"
Mia and Sri were as familiar with the Turner home as they were with their own, and they giggled at Gerald's formalities. He was always such a gentleman.
Gerald led the two girls into a comfortably furnished room, with a large window seat and a gorgeous view of the sea. The fog seemed to be clearing up. A dark-haired boy sat by the window, gazing at the sky with vibrant blue eyes.
"Hello, Will-the-third!" said Sri, jauntily. The boy turned around and flashed a dazzling smile.
"Did someone say something...?" Will teased, looking around as if the girls were invisible.
Sri batted her eyelashes at him and looked up at him playfully.
Will grinned at the girls. They were so alike, being twins, but yet so different. Looking at them was like looking at the sun and moon; Golden, outgoing, and sometimes scorching Sri, and quiet, dark, reassuring Mia. Both were brilliant and beautiful, glowing with light.
"What are you so happy about?" complained Sri with a pout. "It is a dreadful day!" She looked out at the diminishing fog dramatically.
Just then, Will's mother, Elizabeth Turner, gracefully wafted through the open door. "Mia, Sri!" she cried as she embraced the girls. Elizabeth had become the twins' second mother since their father's death. Elizabeth lowered her voice. "Any word from your mother?"
Sri and Mia exchanged dark glances. "Nothing yet," said Sri, quietly. "This is the longest she has been gone by far...it's been almost three weeks..."
Elizabeth put on a reassuring smile. Hidden underneath the smile, the twins perceived worry and doubt clouding her face. "I'm sure she'll be back soon. She always comes back. She loves you too much to stay away for long." Immediately after she said it, Elizabeth regretted her words. What if the twins' mother didn't return? What would they think then?
There was an uncomfortable silence, as there always was when there was mention of their unpredictable mother.
Sri was the first to beak the silence. "Well, Mia and I were wondering if you had any errands for us to run. We were so bored, cooped up inside like that. And we thought maybe later...we could practice our sword fighting....?"
Elizabeth laughed. Sri had been so reluctant to start sword fighting, and thought it was improper for a lady to learn. After hearing some of Elizabeth's fascinating tales about her adventures with pirates (Sri was addicted to stories about adventure), Sri gave in. Now she couldn't wait for more lessons with the practice swords Elizabeth's husband had created for them, and often begged to use real swords.
"We'll see after you run those errands."
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Elizabeth sighed. The girls were growing up so fast! They needed a mother, she realized. Not just the part-time mother they had to walk three miles to see, or the thin, sickly woman who required taking-care-of herself. Abby. Her best friend. For years, they had been just like sisters, telling each other their deepest and darkest secrets, always being there for each other, lending a shoulder when they needed a good cry. They kept their friendship alive even after they married (their weddings took place within two days of each other; first Elizabeth and Will II, then Abby and Thom). But then Thom died. And everything changed.
Abby had been fading from her daughters' lives bit by bit over the last eight years, disappearing for longer each time she left. The secret she had been hiding was consuming her life. Yes, Elizabeth was well aware there was a secret. The dark look that passed over Abby's face every time the sea was mentioned; the fainting spells that had accompanied her, leaving her sicker every time; the helpless pleading that showed in her eyes every time she was asked about her disappearances. But what this dark secret was, the secret that was too horrible to even reveal to her best friend, remained a mystery.
Elizabeth recalled Thom's funeral like it was just yesterday. The usually bright, feisty Abby was sullen and dark, dressed in a black mourning gown and a thick veil that hid her tearstained face. It had been a beautiful symbolic mass with an empty casket, as Thom's body had sunk with his beloved ship. Abby was different after that day. At first she was grieving the loss of her husband; then it was something more. She required constant attention from her girls and housekeeper, and was bedridden more often than not.
In some ways, Elizabeth was furious at Abby for letting down her daughters. She also let down Elizabeth herself! Without Abby, there was no one Elizabeth could go to for comfort when she was in a fight when her husband, or when life seemed so pointless that it seemed like she couldn't go on. That was what best friends were supposed to do, right? Abby had been away the day of Will III's birth. But Elizabeth was more disappointed, she thought, about how Abby had left her beautiful daughters to learn the ways of the world by themselves. Of course, they were brilliant, she mused, but every girl needs a mother. I know I did, living with just my father. And with Alice all grown up and married...
But the girls were not fortunate enough to grow up with a father. And Elizabeth had taken over the role of motherhood, which was not an easy job, because she lived three miles from the girls. A decision would have to be made soon, she realized. That is, if their mother did not come back.
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A/N: Aren't you SO proud of me? That was my longest chapter yet. But after reading so many other fanfics, I realize that short, frequent bursts of the plot are easier to handle. Yes, frequent. I'll try, anyway. Thanks so much Lia Silverfang and Elessar*Lover for reviewing:) Next chapter will give you a little more info about the twins. Let me warn you this will not be a typical POTC plot!
Thanks for reading! PLEASE REVIEW!!! You don't know how much it means to me. Flames will be laughed at and disregarded. But nice criticism is okay. I want to know how I can improve!!
Disclaimer: I don't own POTC characters, places, ships, objects, etc. I do own any characters I may make up along the way.
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * Chapter 2, Errands
Mia sat by the window, staring moodily into the dull fog that had settled on Port Royal. Sri walked behind her, pacing back and forth and muttering something about diseased eggs.
"If you keep this up, Sri, you're going to make a ditch in our floor." Mia said with an exasperated sigh.
"I can't take this any more!" Sri yelled in frustration. Both the girls couldn't bear to be cooped up inside for long, away from the sun. Away from the sea. "Let's go see if Lizzi has any errands for us to run. I can't stand this!"
Mia nodded. "Shelly!" she called to their single servant, a plump little woman in her late 30's. "We're going to the Turner's house. We'll be back sometime before...well...dark."
A short, red-haired woman came bustling in, carrying two heavy coats. "Not without your coats, you're not!" she exclaimed. "I promised your mother I would take care of you! I'm not about to let you catch cold."
Sri sighed. Shelly had taken her oath to their mother very seriously, a little too seriously for her liking. She glared at the coats Shelly carried. They looked like they would suffocate the girls, who were very petite. It was late May, for heaven's sake! Reluctantly, the twins grabbed their coats, kissed Shelly goodbye, and were off.
The girls carelessly meandered through the market place, glancing at various pieces of jewelry and knickknacks. They reached a large, comfortable looking house and knocked on the large front door. A butler came to the door. "Good day, Miss Amelia and Miss Sri. Come in, come in!"
Mia and Sri were as familiar with the Turner home as they were with their own, and they giggled at Gerald's formalities. He was always such a gentleman.
Gerald led the two girls into a comfortably furnished room, with a large window seat and a gorgeous view of the sea. The fog seemed to be clearing up. A dark-haired boy sat by the window, gazing at the sky with vibrant blue eyes.
"Hello, Will-the-third!" said Sri, jauntily. The boy turned around and flashed a dazzling smile.
"Did someone say something...?" Will teased, looking around as if the girls were invisible.
Sri batted her eyelashes at him and looked up at him playfully.
Will grinned at the girls. They were so alike, being twins, but yet so different. Looking at them was like looking at the sun and moon; Golden, outgoing, and sometimes scorching Sri, and quiet, dark, reassuring Mia. Both were brilliant and beautiful, glowing with light.
"What are you so happy about?" complained Sri with a pout. "It is a dreadful day!" She looked out at the diminishing fog dramatically.
Just then, Will's mother, Elizabeth Turner, gracefully wafted through the open door. "Mia, Sri!" she cried as she embraced the girls. Elizabeth had become the twins' second mother since their father's death. Elizabeth lowered her voice. "Any word from your mother?"
Sri and Mia exchanged dark glances. "Nothing yet," said Sri, quietly. "This is the longest she has been gone by far...it's been almost three weeks..."
Elizabeth put on a reassuring smile. Hidden underneath the smile, the twins perceived worry and doubt clouding her face. "I'm sure she'll be back soon. She always comes back. She loves you too much to stay away for long." Immediately after she said it, Elizabeth regretted her words. What if the twins' mother didn't return? What would they think then?
There was an uncomfortable silence, as there always was when there was mention of their unpredictable mother.
Sri was the first to beak the silence. "Well, Mia and I were wondering if you had any errands for us to run. We were so bored, cooped up inside like that. And we thought maybe later...we could practice our sword fighting....?"
Elizabeth laughed. Sri had been so reluctant to start sword fighting, and thought it was improper for a lady to learn. After hearing some of Elizabeth's fascinating tales about her adventures with pirates (Sri was addicted to stories about adventure), Sri gave in. Now she couldn't wait for more lessons with the practice swords Elizabeth's husband had created for them, and often begged to use real swords.
"We'll see after you run those errands."
♦ * ♦ * ♦ * ♦ * ♦ * ♦ * ♦ * ♦ * ♦ * ♦ * ♦
Elizabeth sighed. The girls were growing up so fast! They needed a mother, she realized. Not just the part-time mother they had to walk three miles to see, or the thin, sickly woman who required taking-care-of herself. Abby. Her best friend. For years, they had been just like sisters, telling each other their deepest and darkest secrets, always being there for each other, lending a shoulder when they needed a good cry. They kept their friendship alive even after they married (their weddings took place within two days of each other; first Elizabeth and Will II, then Abby and Thom). But then Thom died. And everything changed.
Abby had been fading from her daughters' lives bit by bit over the last eight years, disappearing for longer each time she left. The secret she had been hiding was consuming her life. Yes, Elizabeth was well aware there was a secret. The dark look that passed over Abby's face every time the sea was mentioned; the fainting spells that had accompanied her, leaving her sicker every time; the helpless pleading that showed in her eyes every time she was asked about her disappearances. But what this dark secret was, the secret that was too horrible to even reveal to her best friend, remained a mystery.
Elizabeth recalled Thom's funeral like it was just yesterday. The usually bright, feisty Abby was sullen and dark, dressed in a black mourning gown and a thick veil that hid her tearstained face. It had been a beautiful symbolic mass with an empty casket, as Thom's body had sunk with his beloved ship. Abby was different after that day. At first she was grieving the loss of her husband; then it was something more. She required constant attention from her girls and housekeeper, and was bedridden more often than not.
In some ways, Elizabeth was furious at Abby for letting down her daughters. She also let down Elizabeth herself! Without Abby, there was no one Elizabeth could go to for comfort when she was in a fight when her husband, or when life seemed so pointless that it seemed like she couldn't go on. That was what best friends were supposed to do, right? Abby had been away the day of Will III's birth. But Elizabeth was more disappointed, she thought, about how Abby had left her beautiful daughters to learn the ways of the world by themselves. Of course, they were brilliant, she mused, but every girl needs a mother. I know I did, living with just my father. And with Alice all grown up and married...
But the girls were not fortunate enough to grow up with a father. And Elizabeth had taken over the role of motherhood, which was not an easy job, because she lived three miles from the girls. A decision would have to be made soon, she realized. That is, if their mother did not come back.
♦ * ♦ * ♦ * ♦ * ♦ * ♦ * ♦ * ♦ * ♦ * ♦ * ♦
A/N: Aren't you SO proud of me? That was my longest chapter yet. But after reading so many other fanfics, I realize that short, frequent bursts of the plot are easier to handle. Yes, frequent. I'll try, anyway. Thanks so much Lia Silverfang and Elessar*Lover for reviewing:) Next chapter will give you a little more info about the twins. Let me warn you this will not be a typical POTC plot!
Thanks for reading! PLEASE REVIEW!!! You don't know how much it means to me. Flames will be laughed at and disregarded. But nice criticism is okay. I want to know how I can improve!!