Mistress of the Sea- Chapter One- Beginnings
Disclaimers- I don't own any of Disney's characters (*pout* why can't I just have Orlando Bloom, or even Johnny Depp?) However, I do own Colette, Auntie Rachel, and all of my own made up characters.
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The baby was quiet in her crib, sleeping soundly. Her mother was sitting in a chair, also dozing quietly. A figure appeared in the doorway, and the mother sat up quickly. The figure, a man she could see, approached her. "Master Richard?" she began questioningly, "I didn't know that you would be home so soon."
"You weren't supposed to," growled the man, and with that he sprang at the woman, grabbing her throat. With one hand, he covered her mouth, and with the other her ripped off her dress, holding her writhing and twisting body still under one firm leg. Soon her silenced screams stopped and she surrendered to him. Sensing her surrender, he pulled a dagger from his belt. Eyes wide with terror, the mother screamed, this time not silenced by the man.
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The baby's cries were the only thing that broke the silence. She was crying for her mother, but she lay in her own pool of blood at the bottom of the bed. But the child's cries continued.
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Six years later-
"Auntie Rachel, I'm hungryyyyyyyy," a little girl sat on the floor, playing with a ragged cloth doll.
"Hush darlin', the [pirates] might 'ear." Auntie Rachel said, only half joking. Her "aunt", or in this case just her caregiver, stood near the child, taking out a sweater. She was old, in her sixties at least, with the grey hair, and wrinkles, and tired eyes to show for it. "Colette, put this on, you don' wanna get cold, do ya now." She held out the sweater. With a frown the young girl pulled it on, thrusting her petit arms through the holes and using her dainty hands to tug it over her head.
"Thank ye Auntie Rachel," Colette grumbled.
A sudden knock at the door startled both of them, and Rachel called out, "Who is it?"
A crash was the answer, and Colette screamed, terrified and alert. She looked at the door, and saw through the haze that someone had broken it down. She felt herself being lifted up in someone's arms; she stiffened at first, but relaxed when she felt her Auntie Rachel. "We've gotta go now sweet," she gasped, and Colette could tell that Auntie Rachel was carrying them into another room, one that she had thought was door less and completely walled in. She had squeezed her eyes shut, too scared to look, but now she peek out of them. Amazed, the six year old couldn't believe what she saw. Her old Aunt was pulling up a door, in the floor! Colette gasped, but didn't have much time to think, as she was soon shoved down into the floor. Her feet reached first, and she found that she was on a flight of steps. "Go! Go!" Auntie Rachel hissed, pressing a hand onto her back.
The descend was quick, and soon Colette found herself walking on a flat surface. Soon, however, she realized that the floor was tilting up.
Suddenly, Colette felt her head hitting something; she reached upwards, and found that there was another trap door above her head. "Push it up," Auntie Rachel instructed, nudging her to go. Colette did so, and felt it raise up above her. Colette climbed the steps in front of her, and found herself in what looked like a narrow alleyway. Rachel, just a few steps behind, climbed out too. Gesturing for Colette to follow her, Rachel stole along the dark street, careful to stay in the shadows. Colette followed close behind, silent and nervous.
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They had been walking for what seemed like hours to Colette, they stopped. She looked around and saw where they were. They were at the docks. Colette had never seen the docks at night, they looked scary, the boats that had looked so friendly only hours before, now loomed high above, menacing and cold. Only one boat had a light on, and with relief Colette saw that that was where they were heading.
Soon, they were there, and Colette saw Auntie Rachel walking up the gangplank and knocking tentatively on the door. Colette ran to catch up with her Aunt, and saw that now a figure had appeared at the door. Auntie Rachel exchanged some quiet words with the figure, and they were motioned to come into the boat's cabin. Auntie Rachel reached around and grabbed Colette's hand, dragging her into the cabin.
The inside of the cabin was magnificent, large, and welcoming, a sight that poor Colette needed to see right now. There was a large bed in the corner of the room, covered in pillows, and sheets, all colorful and pretty. In another corner of the room was a huge dark wood desk, covered in maps, and papers and things. The captain, or at least Colette assumed that he had to be to have a room like this, was standing in the middle of the room, again talking quietly to Auntie Rachel. He was tall, with light brown hair dusting his shoulders, big gold eyes, and thin pink lips. His physique was toned, or at least as toned as one could get in the eyes of a six year old. He looked nice enough Colette thought.
Out of the corner of her eye, she saw something moving on the far side of the room. She walked over to whatever it was that she had seen on the far wall. As she approached it, her heart lightened, it was a basket of small kittens. Well, actually, there was only [one] kitten, but it served the same purpose. Cooing over the small feline, Colette sat by the basket, thoroughly enjoying herself.
Although unknown to Colette, Auntie Rachel had just started them on a six- month journey across the ocean.
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Three Years later-
It was Colette's ninth birthday. She sat on the railing of the ship, gazing over the wide-open ocean. It mystified and intrigued her. She loved the ocean. It was her heart and soul, the very breath that she took, it was all the ocean. As a child she had spent most of her life on the ocean. Starting from when she was three years old and she sailed to England with her Auntie Rachel, when she was six and sailed again with Auntie Rachel, but now to the Caribbean, and from then on, she had just seemed to manage to stay on the ocean. With fishing boats, whaling ships, anything at all.
Today was different, today she was turning nine, and Auntie Rachel had promised her a surprise. All she had said was that it had something to do with the boat.
Early that morning they had gotten into the boat, and started to sail off. Now it was a good four hours later, and Colette was getting impatient. However, as it turned out, she wasn't impatient for long, because she soon sited land. Using the traditional call that she had been taught by her sea- fairing friends, "Land ho!" she yelled.
The ship sprung to life, and people were crowding the deck, attending to various ropes, and things. Colette was pushed to the very edge of the ship, and she almost fell off, but somehow, she used her small nine-year-old muscles to hold herself in. Soon, she felt the thud that always happened when a ship hit the shore.
Extremely excited, Colette sprung off the ship, the second that it was firmly secured and docked.
For a girl that has seen many amazing and wonderful sites on her travels, even Colette was astounded at what she saw. They had landed on a beach. It was one of the most gorgeous beaches that she had ever seen. The white, soft sand was pristine. Clean and beautiful didn't look real. Where the beach stopped, there were palm trees. They were so tall that Colette was sure that not even the strongest bird could fly above them. Of course, this, and many others, was just a nine-year-old delusion.
"Colette, come over here," Auntie Rachel called.
Colette walked over to her, and found that the crew had all gone back to the boat. Thankfully, the boat was still in the harbor, but Colette was worried that it would sail away without them.
Auntie Rachel soon brought Colette over to the beach, where she told her to cover her eyes. Colette was a sucker for surprises, so she eagerly covered her eyes. When her aunt [finally] told her to open them, she was flabbergasted! On the water, was a sailboat. It wasn't too big, it could hold probably about ten or eleven people, and it had a big red bow on the mast. Colette gasped, "Is that for me?" she asked incredulously.
"Yes." Her aunt replied, "Me and the crew 'ere know 'ow much you love the water, so we got you this 'here boat. Daniel, 'e said that 'e would [gladly] teach ye 'ow to use it."
Colette was breathless. No one had ever given her such a grand present. She almost leapt on her aunt, but restrained herself, and only gave her a great big bear hug.
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About a year later-
After countless lessons with Daniel, Colette had finally been considered to know enough to go out on a small adventure. Well, the "adventure" was only a trip across the lake and back, but it was more the fact that she was thought to be able to handle it that was important.
On the day of the trip, Colette was ready to burst. [This] was what she lived for, [this] was what she was meant to do. The day was perfect for sailing, clear and calm, with a good enough wind to propel the boat across the lake. Colette climbed aboard, following Daniel's instructions very carefully; she didn't want to mess up today.
By the time that Colette and her small crew of four had left land, Colette already had enough adrenaline pumping through her to power a train. She knew that she would be fine, this was what she had practiced five hours a day for, but she still couldn't manage to shake a feeling from the back of her mind. The feeling that something, anything might go wrong.
The air was spinning around Colette, twisting and turning, blowing forcefully, but not hard enough to knock her over, and blew the small boat across the lake. Colette sighed. She felt like she had finally accomplished the thing that she had been striving to do. One part of her told her how amazing she was and how wonderful this whole thing was, but another part of her was disappointed. She felt like now she didn't have a purpose. If this had been completed, what was there for her to strive for now?
You'd be surprised how many things there were going to be.
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Colette was now sixteen. A young, capable, strong woman. A woman that no one in their right mind would want to have to reckon with. Over the years, she had gone from one port city to another, always with her faithful Auntie Rachel at her side. But it was different now, ever since the accident on the ship and Auntie Rachel died, Colette had been alone. For the first few weeks, she had wept, and wept, forcing herself into a state of mind dangerously near depression. It was only sheer willpower that got her through this tough time.
Now she was strolling through the streets of London, one starry beautiful night. Suddenly, out of nowhere, a hand wrapped around her, snaking over her shoulders, around her neck and covering her mouth. Her scream silenced, she felt herself being dragged into a dark alleyway. She trashed, and shrieked into her captor's hand when he (she assumed it was a he) punched her in the stomach. A true fighter by nature, Colette did not give up easily, but when she saw that all of her struggles were only getting her even more beat-up, she surrendered, deciding her life was too important to throw away.
"You thought you'd gotten away didn't you." A voice hissed at her, "You thought that I'd forgotten about you, that I was satisfied with just your mother."
Colette gasped, so [this] was the man that had killed her mother.
"You're wrong love, I don't give up that easily." With that he reached down.
Ever since she was little, Colette had chosen to wear breeches and tunics, man's clothes. The man fumbled, obviously not expecting her to be wearing these clothes. However, he was too determined to care and ripped off the buttons, yanking the pants down. Still holding his hand over his mouth, he pulled don his own pants, revealing something Colette [really] wished she didn't see.
The man, with a horrible leer on his face, shoved himself inside her.
Colette screamed and bit his hand, hard. He gasped and let go of her for a second. She jumped up, freeing herself, while trying to pull up her ripped breeches. She ran, but stumbled when her pants slipped down again. The man behind her, lashed out, reaching for her legs. He almost succeeded, but Colette was to fast, and he only got the back of her calf.
Now it was the man's turn to jump up. He lurched forward towards the frightened Colette, and grabbed wildly at her. Somehow, he got her and pulled her close. Slowly, carefully, he pulled out a dagger. Placing it under her chin, he said three words to her "Get - back - down."
Now was definitely the time to use the street hand fighting and disarming techniques taught to her by various crewmembers on her trips. She brought her right arm up, encircling the man' wrist with her own slender hand. Then, she jerked her own hand down, while stepping on his instep, kneeing him in the groin, and elbowing him in the stomach. He doubled over in pain, dropping the knife and groaning.
Now Colette ran, ran as fast as she had ever run, and even faster. She ran until she got to docks, pausing there to catch her breath and ponder her options. Choosing the first that came to mind, she ran her eyes over the various sailing vessels tied up. She finally spotted one that looked alright. Colette climbed aboard, untied the rope securing it to the pier, and sailed away into the night.
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This is my second attempt at a story. I know that the first one kind of failed, but I honestly hope that this one won't. (Sorry Araminda Ditch) Now you know what you have to do, R&R (that means read and review)
~maskedcat
Disclaimers- I don't own any of Disney's characters (*pout* why can't I just have Orlando Bloom, or even Johnny Depp?) However, I do own Colette, Auntie Rachel, and all of my own made up characters.
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The baby was quiet in her crib, sleeping soundly. Her mother was sitting in a chair, also dozing quietly. A figure appeared in the doorway, and the mother sat up quickly. The figure, a man she could see, approached her. "Master Richard?" she began questioningly, "I didn't know that you would be home so soon."
"You weren't supposed to," growled the man, and with that he sprang at the woman, grabbing her throat. With one hand, he covered her mouth, and with the other her ripped off her dress, holding her writhing and twisting body still under one firm leg. Soon her silenced screams stopped and she surrendered to him. Sensing her surrender, he pulled a dagger from his belt. Eyes wide with terror, the mother screamed, this time not silenced by the man.
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The baby's cries were the only thing that broke the silence. She was crying for her mother, but she lay in her own pool of blood at the bottom of the bed. But the child's cries continued.
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Six years later-
"Auntie Rachel, I'm hungryyyyyyyy," a little girl sat on the floor, playing with a ragged cloth doll.
"Hush darlin', the [pirates] might 'ear." Auntie Rachel said, only half joking. Her "aunt", or in this case just her caregiver, stood near the child, taking out a sweater. She was old, in her sixties at least, with the grey hair, and wrinkles, and tired eyes to show for it. "Colette, put this on, you don' wanna get cold, do ya now." She held out the sweater. With a frown the young girl pulled it on, thrusting her petit arms through the holes and using her dainty hands to tug it over her head.
"Thank ye Auntie Rachel," Colette grumbled.
A sudden knock at the door startled both of them, and Rachel called out, "Who is it?"
A crash was the answer, and Colette screamed, terrified and alert. She looked at the door, and saw through the haze that someone had broken it down. She felt herself being lifted up in someone's arms; she stiffened at first, but relaxed when she felt her Auntie Rachel. "We've gotta go now sweet," she gasped, and Colette could tell that Auntie Rachel was carrying them into another room, one that she had thought was door less and completely walled in. She had squeezed her eyes shut, too scared to look, but now she peek out of them. Amazed, the six year old couldn't believe what she saw. Her old Aunt was pulling up a door, in the floor! Colette gasped, but didn't have much time to think, as she was soon shoved down into the floor. Her feet reached first, and she found that she was on a flight of steps. "Go! Go!" Auntie Rachel hissed, pressing a hand onto her back.
The descend was quick, and soon Colette found herself walking on a flat surface. Soon, however, she realized that the floor was tilting up.
Suddenly, Colette felt her head hitting something; she reached upwards, and found that there was another trap door above her head. "Push it up," Auntie Rachel instructed, nudging her to go. Colette did so, and felt it raise up above her. Colette climbed the steps in front of her, and found herself in what looked like a narrow alleyway. Rachel, just a few steps behind, climbed out too. Gesturing for Colette to follow her, Rachel stole along the dark street, careful to stay in the shadows. Colette followed close behind, silent and nervous.
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They had been walking for what seemed like hours to Colette, they stopped. She looked around and saw where they were. They were at the docks. Colette had never seen the docks at night, they looked scary, the boats that had looked so friendly only hours before, now loomed high above, menacing and cold. Only one boat had a light on, and with relief Colette saw that that was where they were heading.
Soon, they were there, and Colette saw Auntie Rachel walking up the gangplank and knocking tentatively on the door. Colette ran to catch up with her Aunt, and saw that now a figure had appeared at the door. Auntie Rachel exchanged some quiet words with the figure, and they were motioned to come into the boat's cabin. Auntie Rachel reached around and grabbed Colette's hand, dragging her into the cabin.
The inside of the cabin was magnificent, large, and welcoming, a sight that poor Colette needed to see right now. There was a large bed in the corner of the room, covered in pillows, and sheets, all colorful and pretty. In another corner of the room was a huge dark wood desk, covered in maps, and papers and things. The captain, or at least Colette assumed that he had to be to have a room like this, was standing in the middle of the room, again talking quietly to Auntie Rachel. He was tall, with light brown hair dusting his shoulders, big gold eyes, and thin pink lips. His physique was toned, or at least as toned as one could get in the eyes of a six year old. He looked nice enough Colette thought.
Out of the corner of her eye, she saw something moving on the far side of the room. She walked over to whatever it was that she had seen on the far wall. As she approached it, her heart lightened, it was a basket of small kittens. Well, actually, there was only [one] kitten, but it served the same purpose. Cooing over the small feline, Colette sat by the basket, thoroughly enjoying herself.
Although unknown to Colette, Auntie Rachel had just started them on a six- month journey across the ocean.
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Three Years later-
It was Colette's ninth birthday. She sat on the railing of the ship, gazing over the wide-open ocean. It mystified and intrigued her. She loved the ocean. It was her heart and soul, the very breath that she took, it was all the ocean. As a child she had spent most of her life on the ocean. Starting from when she was three years old and she sailed to England with her Auntie Rachel, when she was six and sailed again with Auntie Rachel, but now to the Caribbean, and from then on, she had just seemed to manage to stay on the ocean. With fishing boats, whaling ships, anything at all.
Today was different, today she was turning nine, and Auntie Rachel had promised her a surprise. All she had said was that it had something to do with the boat.
Early that morning they had gotten into the boat, and started to sail off. Now it was a good four hours later, and Colette was getting impatient. However, as it turned out, she wasn't impatient for long, because she soon sited land. Using the traditional call that she had been taught by her sea- fairing friends, "Land ho!" she yelled.
The ship sprung to life, and people were crowding the deck, attending to various ropes, and things. Colette was pushed to the very edge of the ship, and she almost fell off, but somehow, she used her small nine-year-old muscles to hold herself in. Soon, she felt the thud that always happened when a ship hit the shore.
Extremely excited, Colette sprung off the ship, the second that it was firmly secured and docked.
For a girl that has seen many amazing and wonderful sites on her travels, even Colette was astounded at what she saw. They had landed on a beach. It was one of the most gorgeous beaches that she had ever seen. The white, soft sand was pristine. Clean and beautiful didn't look real. Where the beach stopped, there were palm trees. They were so tall that Colette was sure that not even the strongest bird could fly above them. Of course, this, and many others, was just a nine-year-old delusion.
"Colette, come over here," Auntie Rachel called.
Colette walked over to her, and found that the crew had all gone back to the boat. Thankfully, the boat was still in the harbor, but Colette was worried that it would sail away without them.
Auntie Rachel soon brought Colette over to the beach, where she told her to cover her eyes. Colette was a sucker for surprises, so she eagerly covered her eyes. When her aunt [finally] told her to open them, she was flabbergasted! On the water, was a sailboat. It wasn't too big, it could hold probably about ten or eleven people, and it had a big red bow on the mast. Colette gasped, "Is that for me?" she asked incredulously.
"Yes." Her aunt replied, "Me and the crew 'ere know 'ow much you love the water, so we got you this 'here boat. Daniel, 'e said that 'e would [gladly] teach ye 'ow to use it."
Colette was breathless. No one had ever given her such a grand present. She almost leapt on her aunt, but restrained herself, and only gave her a great big bear hug.
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About a year later-
After countless lessons with Daniel, Colette had finally been considered to know enough to go out on a small adventure. Well, the "adventure" was only a trip across the lake and back, but it was more the fact that she was thought to be able to handle it that was important.
On the day of the trip, Colette was ready to burst. [This] was what she lived for, [this] was what she was meant to do. The day was perfect for sailing, clear and calm, with a good enough wind to propel the boat across the lake. Colette climbed aboard, following Daniel's instructions very carefully; she didn't want to mess up today.
By the time that Colette and her small crew of four had left land, Colette already had enough adrenaline pumping through her to power a train. She knew that she would be fine, this was what she had practiced five hours a day for, but she still couldn't manage to shake a feeling from the back of her mind. The feeling that something, anything might go wrong.
The air was spinning around Colette, twisting and turning, blowing forcefully, but not hard enough to knock her over, and blew the small boat across the lake. Colette sighed. She felt like she had finally accomplished the thing that she had been striving to do. One part of her told her how amazing she was and how wonderful this whole thing was, but another part of her was disappointed. She felt like now she didn't have a purpose. If this had been completed, what was there for her to strive for now?
You'd be surprised how many things there were going to be.
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Colette was now sixteen. A young, capable, strong woman. A woman that no one in their right mind would want to have to reckon with. Over the years, she had gone from one port city to another, always with her faithful Auntie Rachel at her side. But it was different now, ever since the accident on the ship and Auntie Rachel died, Colette had been alone. For the first few weeks, she had wept, and wept, forcing herself into a state of mind dangerously near depression. It was only sheer willpower that got her through this tough time.
Now she was strolling through the streets of London, one starry beautiful night. Suddenly, out of nowhere, a hand wrapped around her, snaking over her shoulders, around her neck and covering her mouth. Her scream silenced, she felt herself being dragged into a dark alleyway. She trashed, and shrieked into her captor's hand when he (she assumed it was a he) punched her in the stomach. A true fighter by nature, Colette did not give up easily, but when she saw that all of her struggles were only getting her even more beat-up, she surrendered, deciding her life was too important to throw away.
"You thought you'd gotten away didn't you." A voice hissed at her, "You thought that I'd forgotten about you, that I was satisfied with just your mother."
Colette gasped, so [this] was the man that had killed her mother.
"You're wrong love, I don't give up that easily." With that he reached down.
Ever since she was little, Colette had chosen to wear breeches and tunics, man's clothes. The man fumbled, obviously not expecting her to be wearing these clothes. However, he was too determined to care and ripped off the buttons, yanking the pants down. Still holding his hand over his mouth, he pulled don his own pants, revealing something Colette [really] wished she didn't see.
The man, with a horrible leer on his face, shoved himself inside her.
Colette screamed and bit his hand, hard. He gasped and let go of her for a second. She jumped up, freeing herself, while trying to pull up her ripped breeches. She ran, but stumbled when her pants slipped down again. The man behind her, lashed out, reaching for her legs. He almost succeeded, but Colette was to fast, and he only got the back of her calf.
Now it was the man's turn to jump up. He lurched forward towards the frightened Colette, and grabbed wildly at her. Somehow, he got her and pulled her close. Slowly, carefully, he pulled out a dagger. Placing it under her chin, he said three words to her "Get - back - down."
Now was definitely the time to use the street hand fighting and disarming techniques taught to her by various crewmembers on her trips. She brought her right arm up, encircling the man' wrist with her own slender hand. Then, she jerked her own hand down, while stepping on his instep, kneeing him in the groin, and elbowing him in the stomach. He doubled over in pain, dropping the knife and groaning.
Now Colette ran, ran as fast as she had ever run, and even faster. She ran until she got to docks, pausing there to catch her breath and ponder her options. Choosing the first that came to mind, she ran her eyes over the various sailing vessels tied up. She finally spotted one that looked alright. Colette climbed aboard, untied the rope securing it to the pier, and sailed away into the night.
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This is my second attempt at a story. I know that the first one kind of failed, but I honestly hope that this one won't. (Sorry Araminda Ditch) Now you know what you have to do, R&R (that means read and review)
~maskedcat