PotC Mistress of the Sea- Chapter six- Confessions
Colette woke up the next morning very confused. She was used to waking up to the rocking of the ship, but today the bed she was in seemed to stay still.
She jumped out of bed, finding herself in an elaborate green velvet nightgown, covered in embroidery. Colette also found that her hair had been taken out of its normal ponytail, and combed and brushed.
She looked around the room, finding that she was not in the boat anymore. The room was large, bigger than anything that she had ever stayed in. There was a dresser in the corner of the room, and a large wardrobe next to it. How anyone could have enough clothes to fill both Colette wondered.
A knock at the door shook her out of her thoughts. The door opened, and a maid walked in. Colette knew that she was definitely not on the ship anymore.
"Excuse me miss, but Mistress Elizabeth sent me up here to help you get dressed and send you down for breakfast." Colette understood now, Jack had probably dropped her off at Will's house and left. She felt another lump growing in her throat.
As unpracticed as she was in the ways of the wealthy, Colette managed to get dressed (with the maid's help) and successfully go downstairs for breakfast.
She was dressed in a burgundy dress with gold embroidery adorning the neck and sleeves. Her only gripe about the dress was the corset that she had to wear. It was restricting and tight, making her breathing labored.
Because of this corset, the walk downstairs was particularly hard, and Colette had to hold onto the banister with all her might. Anyone watching might have found this funny, but to Colette this was hardly a laughing matter.
Breakfast was wonderful, one of the best meals that Colette had ever had. In fact, soon enough, she even forgot about the corset!
To Colette's dismay, Will was not there. Truth be told, his boisterous wife made Colette nervous. Add that to the fact that Colette really had no idea what she was doing with all the silverware and such, and Colette was one big pile of nerves. Luckily, Elizabeth realized the situation right away, and tried not to seem condescending during breakfast.
The meal was almost done, when Elizabeth announced to Colette that she would like to take her into Port Royal to get some more clothes. "It seems that our dear friend Jack didn't exactly supply you well when he brought you here."
"Well..." Colette began, not sure what she should say to this remark.
It didn't matter anyways, Elizabeth continued on, "I'll see that Mary gets your measurements to the tailors today, then later we can pick you up some clothes. In the meantime, I think it would be lovely if I could show you around town, is that alright?"
Colette nodded.
"Oh good. We'll leave in half an hour."
The two women got up from the table and went to their separate rooms.
About half an hour later they came together again, both dressed splendidly. Elizabeth in a blue gown with green embroidery, and Colette in the same burgundy one (which turned out to be an old one of Elizabeth's).
Elizabeth carried a parasol, which she twirled expertly on its handle. Colette hadn't trusted herself enough to carry one.
They pair arrived in Port Royal in an hour, glad that it was such a nice day out. Their first stop was the smithy where Will worked. They opened the door to find him working on a sword... without his shirt on. Colette blushed and looked away, and Elizabeth cleared her throat loudly. Will looked up, hastily tugged on his shirt, and ran over to greet the two women. He gave his wife a peck on the cheek and hugged Colette. "Lizzie! Letti!"
"Hello Will," Elizabeth said, smiling, "I'm taking Colette out to town to pick up some clothes, and show her around."
"What a good idea! Well, if need me, you know where to find me, but right now I'm a little bit busy with a new sword for the Commodore."
Getting Will's hint, the women left, continuing along the main road. Elizabeth was the first to speak. "You know, I don't really know much about you. The only thing that Will's told me is that you're his second cousin. How exactly did you end up on the Pearl?"
"Well, that's a funny story." Colette said, sarcastically, "I was sailing in the Atlantic one night, when... Basically he ran me over with the Pearl, almost killed me, then took me on his ship."
"That's jack for you. I suppose he tried to play the gallant hero- saying that he pulled you from Davy Jones' locker himself."
Colette laughed, "How did you know?" She said, only half joking.
Elizabeth too laughed, "Why were you sailing your own boat in the middle of the Atlantic, at night?"
Colette visibly turned uncomfortable, "There was someone... who... I don't know... he was after me I guess. Then one night he finally managed to get me. He tried... he tried to umm..." Colette lowered her voice, "he tried to rape me. I got away once, but he got me again, and this time he DID rape me. I ran away and took a boat. I wasn't exactly going anywhere, but then Jack intervened, and here I am." Colette paused.
"Oh you poor dear! I can't imagine anyone having to go through that! I still have one more question, how on earth did you learn how to sail anyways?"
"When I was still a few months old, my mother was killed. My Auntie Rachel took care of me from then on. We spent most of our time on various ships, sailing around the world. The crewmembers of one taught me when I was 9, and I help out on the boats that we went on after that. Then, five years later, Auntie died, and I was pretty much on my own. I've managed basically fine for these past two years."
"So then, that would make you...sixteen! My god, I thought you were at LEAST eighteen or nineteen!" Elizabeth looked flabbergasted. In a quieter voice she said, "Does anyone know any of this Colette?"
"No," Colette said, looking at the ground, "I've never told anyone."
"I guess I'm glad that you told me then. Well, how about I change the subject then? How was your trip on the Pearl?"
"It was interesting. My first day on the ship Jack tried to kiss me on my neck, so I told him to get out. I kind of told Jimmy, he was one of the crew, about my age, and then Jack found out. He got really mad and ordered me to stay in the cabin. A few days later, he kissed me again, on the lips." Colette turned red, "And Elizabeth, I LIKED it! But then we arrived here in Port Royal. And he left."
Elizabeth gave the girl a hug, "You really don't have the best of luck do you? Oh, but don't worry. When he came with you to the house, that old captain wouldn't as much as leave you out of his sight for a second until he knew you were safe and sound. Call it kindness, maybe, Jack isn't one exactly known for being the nicest person." Elizabeth broke off there. They had reached the tailors. "Let's see if we can find you some nice dresses."
Bonjour mes amies! See, I promised that I would have at least one new chapter out, so here it is. I looked at the one right before this, and I saw that the computer somehow managed to take out all of my nice little asterisks () things! I'm really sorry if that made it hard to understand! Anyways, I tried not to put in that many in this chapter, just incase that happens again. Okey-dokey, au revoir.
maskedcat
P.S. Did you know that you can get the script to PotC online? Just type in 'Pirates of the Caribbean script' into Google, and you'll get a ton of results!
Colette woke up the next morning very confused. She was used to waking up to the rocking of the ship, but today the bed she was in seemed to stay still.
She jumped out of bed, finding herself in an elaborate green velvet nightgown, covered in embroidery. Colette also found that her hair had been taken out of its normal ponytail, and combed and brushed.
She looked around the room, finding that she was not in the boat anymore. The room was large, bigger than anything that she had ever stayed in. There was a dresser in the corner of the room, and a large wardrobe next to it. How anyone could have enough clothes to fill both Colette wondered.
A knock at the door shook her out of her thoughts. The door opened, and a maid walked in. Colette knew that she was definitely not on the ship anymore.
"Excuse me miss, but Mistress Elizabeth sent me up here to help you get dressed and send you down for breakfast." Colette understood now, Jack had probably dropped her off at Will's house and left. She felt another lump growing in her throat.
As unpracticed as she was in the ways of the wealthy, Colette managed to get dressed (with the maid's help) and successfully go downstairs for breakfast.
She was dressed in a burgundy dress with gold embroidery adorning the neck and sleeves. Her only gripe about the dress was the corset that she had to wear. It was restricting and tight, making her breathing labored.
Because of this corset, the walk downstairs was particularly hard, and Colette had to hold onto the banister with all her might. Anyone watching might have found this funny, but to Colette this was hardly a laughing matter.
Breakfast was wonderful, one of the best meals that Colette had ever had. In fact, soon enough, she even forgot about the corset!
To Colette's dismay, Will was not there. Truth be told, his boisterous wife made Colette nervous. Add that to the fact that Colette really had no idea what she was doing with all the silverware and such, and Colette was one big pile of nerves. Luckily, Elizabeth realized the situation right away, and tried not to seem condescending during breakfast.
The meal was almost done, when Elizabeth announced to Colette that she would like to take her into Port Royal to get some more clothes. "It seems that our dear friend Jack didn't exactly supply you well when he brought you here."
"Well..." Colette began, not sure what she should say to this remark.
It didn't matter anyways, Elizabeth continued on, "I'll see that Mary gets your measurements to the tailors today, then later we can pick you up some clothes. In the meantime, I think it would be lovely if I could show you around town, is that alright?"
Colette nodded.
"Oh good. We'll leave in half an hour."
The two women got up from the table and went to their separate rooms.
About half an hour later they came together again, both dressed splendidly. Elizabeth in a blue gown with green embroidery, and Colette in the same burgundy one (which turned out to be an old one of Elizabeth's).
Elizabeth carried a parasol, which she twirled expertly on its handle. Colette hadn't trusted herself enough to carry one.
They pair arrived in Port Royal in an hour, glad that it was such a nice day out. Their first stop was the smithy where Will worked. They opened the door to find him working on a sword... without his shirt on. Colette blushed and looked away, and Elizabeth cleared her throat loudly. Will looked up, hastily tugged on his shirt, and ran over to greet the two women. He gave his wife a peck on the cheek and hugged Colette. "Lizzie! Letti!"
"Hello Will," Elizabeth said, smiling, "I'm taking Colette out to town to pick up some clothes, and show her around."
"What a good idea! Well, if need me, you know where to find me, but right now I'm a little bit busy with a new sword for the Commodore."
Getting Will's hint, the women left, continuing along the main road. Elizabeth was the first to speak. "You know, I don't really know much about you. The only thing that Will's told me is that you're his second cousin. How exactly did you end up on the Pearl?"
"Well, that's a funny story." Colette said, sarcastically, "I was sailing in the Atlantic one night, when... Basically he ran me over with the Pearl, almost killed me, then took me on his ship."
"That's jack for you. I suppose he tried to play the gallant hero- saying that he pulled you from Davy Jones' locker himself."
Colette laughed, "How did you know?" She said, only half joking.
Elizabeth too laughed, "Why were you sailing your own boat in the middle of the Atlantic, at night?"
Colette visibly turned uncomfortable, "There was someone... who... I don't know... he was after me I guess. Then one night he finally managed to get me. He tried... he tried to umm..." Colette lowered her voice, "he tried to rape me. I got away once, but he got me again, and this time he DID rape me. I ran away and took a boat. I wasn't exactly going anywhere, but then Jack intervened, and here I am." Colette paused.
"Oh you poor dear! I can't imagine anyone having to go through that! I still have one more question, how on earth did you learn how to sail anyways?"
"When I was still a few months old, my mother was killed. My Auntie Rachel took care of me from then on. We spent most of our time on various ships, sailing around the world. The crewmembers of one taught me when I was 9, and I help out on the boats that we went on after that. Then, five years later, Auntie died, and I was pretty much on my own. I've managed basically fine for these past two years."
"So then, that would make you...sixteen! My god, I thought you were at LEAST eighteen or nineteen!" Elizabeth looked flabbergasted. In a quieter voice she said, "Does anyone know any of this Colette?"
"No," Colette said, looking at the ground, "I've never told anyone."
"I guess I'm glad that you told me then. Well, how about I change the subject then? How was your trip on the Pearl?"
"It was interesting. My first day on the ship Jack tried to kiss me on my neck, so I told him to get out. I kind of told Jimmy, he was one of the crew, about my age, and then Jack found out. He got really mad and ordered me to stay in the cabin. A few days later, he kissed me again, on the lips." Colette turned red, "And Elizabeth, I LIKED it! But then we arrived here in Port Royal. And he left."
Elizabeth gave the girl a hug, "You really don't have the best of luck do you? Oh, but don't worry. When he came with you to the house, that old captain wouldn't as much as leave you out of his sight for a second until he knew you were safe and sound. Call it kindness, maybe, Jack isn't one exactly known for being the nicest person." Elizabeth broke off there. They had reached the tailors. "Let's see if we can find you some nice dresses."
Bonjour mes amies! See, I promised that I would have at least one new chapter out, so here it is. I looked at the one right before this, and I saw that the computer somehow managed to take out all of my nice little asterisks () things! I'm really sorry if that made it hard to understand! Anyways, I tried not to put in that many in this chapter, just incase that happens again. Okey-dokey, au revoir.
maskedcat
P.S. Did you know that you can get the script to PotC online? Just type in 'Pirates of the Caribbean script' into Google, and you'll get a ton of results!