A/N: Ok, this is my very first fanfic, so be nice! I think I am only
writing this because I am OBSESSED with Pirates of the Caribbean, and
Orlando Bloom.
REVIEWS WOULD BE WONDERFUL!!!!!!!!! On with the story, mates! Savvy!
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Elizabeth Turner sat by the window, doing pointless needlework. She was waiting, constantly waiting. For what, she wasn't quite sure of. She heard a loud thud in the drawing room. Mrs. Turner stood up and yelled, rather loudly,
"CLARISSA ELIZABETH TURNER! What in Heaven's name are you doing child?"
"Uh, just a little sword practice mother, nothing to fret over," came the muffled response through the drawing room's door.
"Oh, I'm sure," Elizabeth mumbled to herself. Suddenly, at the front door, there was a knocking. Who was at the door, Elizabeth could only hope.
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Will Turner walked along merrily, softly singing to himself. This was the day. The most wonderful day in the entire year. Only one glorious thought was running through his head: today was their anniversary.
Thirteen years ago, Will had married a beautiful girl named Elizabeth Swann (how do you spell her last name?), who was now Elizabeth Turner. They had been happy for those thirteen years. They had even had a child, named Clarissa, but she preferred to go by Claire.
Claire. The thoughts in Will's mind quickly changed from Elizabeth to his 13-year-old daughter. Tall, large brown eyes, soft tumbling hair, beautiful face, the works. Teenagers and men alike always stared at her, amazed at her beauty, much like what it had been with Elizabeth before she was married. Of course, Claire was also not interested in boys at all. She only liked sword playing. And to hear about pirates, even though she hated them.
Elizabeth and Will had never told Claire that she was half pirate. They didn't think she could handle it. Didn't think they could handle it. The couple planned to tell her when she was 15. But until that time, they would remain quiet.
Ah, home at last, Will thought cheerfully to himself as he reached up to knock on the door of his and his family's house.
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A sudden knocking at the door startled a young 13-year-old out of her thoughts. She had (once again) been daydreaming about being the very best sword fighter ever. Even ruling out her father, William Turner. She knew this would never happen but she didn't care. The knock came again, sounding more impatient. So the girl got up and answered the door.
"FATHER!" She said with extreme delight.
"Oh, Claire, how are you? Well, I daresay?" Will Turner replied, while picking up the young girl at the waist and swinging her round and round.
"There are so many ways I could answer that question, but I-"
"Hello Will." A voice broke into Claire's and Will's conversation.
"Elizabeth." Will breathed.
"I am sensing that this is a romantic moment, so I'll just. leave, okay? Okay." Claire quickly went upstairs once she saw her parents headed toward each other to start kissing.
Once Claire was safely in her room, after walking a long corridor to get to it, she closed the door and let out a sigh. She was bored. Had nothing to do, and nowhere to go. Oh well, I'll find something to do. Claire thought as she turned around, facing the window. She suddenly suppressed a scream, because something was leaning against her window frame, smiling maliciously. No, not something, someone. A boy about her age, maybe a little older. Quite cute. No, VERY cute. He had light brown hair, cut short. And piercing blue eyes that seemed to stare right through her. He seemed to be holding something. Then he spoke. "Hello Clarissa."
A/N: Well, what did you think? No Jack I know, but he'll be in the next chapter. This was just something that flew into my head, so if it seems a little stupid, forgive me. PLEASE REVIEW!!! Oh, can anyone guess who the boy is? *wink wink*
I'll write more if people review.
REVIEWS WOULD BE WONDERFUL!!!!!!!!! On with the story, mates! Savvy!
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Elizabeth Turner sat by the window, doing pointless needlework. She was waiting, constantly waiting. For what, she wasn't quite sure of. She heard a loud thud in the drawing room. Mrs. Turner stood up and yelled, rather loudly,
"CLARISSA ELIZABETH TURNER! What in Heaven's name are you doing child?"
"Uh, just a little sword practice mother, nothing to fret over," came the muffled response through the drawing room's door.
"Oh, I'm sure," Elizabeth mumbled to herself. Suddenly, at the front door, there was a knocking. Who was at the door, Elizabeth could only hope.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Will Turner walked along merrily, softly singing to himself. This was the day. The most wonderful day in the entire year. Only one glorious thought was running through his head: today was their anniversary.
Thirteen years ago, Will had married a beautiful girl named Elizabeth Swann (how do you spell her last name?), who was now Elizabeth Turner. They had been happy for those thirteen years. They had even had a child, named Clarissa, but she preferred to go by Claire.
Claire. The thoughts in Will's mind quickly changed from Elizabeth to his 13-year-old daughter. Tall, large brown eyes, soft tumbling hair, beautiful face, the works. Teenagers and men alike always stared at her, amazed at her beauty, much like what it had been with Elizabeth before she was married. Of course, Claire was also not interested in boys at all. She only liked sword playing. And to hear about pirates, even though she hated them.
Elizabeth and Will had never told Claire that she was half pirate. They didn't think she could handle it. Didn't think they could handle it. The couple planned to tell her when she was 15. But until that time, they would remain quiet.
Ah, home at last, Will thought cheerfully to himself as he reached up to knock on the door of his and his family's house.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
A sudden knocking at the door startled a young 13-year-old out of her thoughts. She had (once again) been daydreaming about being the very best sword fighter ever. Even ruling out her father, William Turner. She knew this would never happen but she didn't care. The knock came again, sounding more impatient. So the girl got up and answered the door.
"FATHER!" She said with extreme delight.
"Oh, Claire, how are you? Well, I daresay?" Will Turner replied, while picking up the young girl at the waist and swinging her round and round.
"There are so many ways I could answer that question, but I-"
"Hello Will." A voice broke into Claire's and Will's conversation.
"Elizabeth." Will breathed.
"I am sensing that this is a romantic moment, so I'll just. leave, okay? Okay." Claire quickly went upstairs once she saw her parents headed toward each other to start kissing.
Once Claire was safely in her room, after walking a long corridor to get to it, she closed the door and let out a sigh. She was bored. Had nothing to do, and nowhere to go. Oh well, I'll find something to do. Claire thought as she turned around, facing the window. She suddenly suppressed a scream, because something was leaning against her window frame, smiling maliciously. No, not something, someone. A boy about her age, maybe a little older. Quite cute. No, VERY cute. He had light brown hair, cut short. And piercing blue eyes that seemed to stare right through her. He seemed to be holding something. Then he spoke. "Hello Clarissa."
A/N: Well, what did you think? No Jack I know, but he'll be in the next chapter. This was just something that flew into my head, so if it seems a little stupid, forgive me. PLEASE REVIEW!!! Oh, can anyone guess who the boy is? *wink wink*
I'll write more if people review.