Here ya go! Sorry for not updating in so long, I kinda went thru a writers
block period.. not sure where 2 go w/ this fic. Well I hope ya'll like it!
~Kels
Elizabeth checked her hair in the imported silver mirror. Her golden hair had to be perfect for her father's Christmas feast that night. "Everyone was going to be there," he announced, "especially the Commodore."
Christmas in the islands was different, it was nice compared to England, but sometimes she missed the sheets of snow falling outside on Christmas Eve. The governor had ordered a brand new satin gown imported from England and it had arrived just a week before.
The gown wasn't that admirable in Elizabeth's taste. It seemed... "old fashioned" to her. It was a pretty red dress but it had ruffles and lace, making it weigh a ton. There were ribbons tied everywhere, that were striped red and green, and had an extra petticoat. This dress did not have a stifling corset thankfully. Also came a little bag of holly to pin up on the sides of the sleeves, making her look like a neglected Christmas present.
Elizabeth had modeled the dress in the dining room for her father and the commodore, at her father's request, and both nodded their heads enthusiastically. Approving of it probably just because of the plunging neckline. But in her room she folded the dress up and hid it under her bed. She'd find a way somehow to change it.
Abnoxious cries came from the room next to her. Isabelle was awake. "Someone take care of her!" she yelled at the nurse. Isabelle had become a pain in her side since day one. Every time she took her out of her cradle, or showed her to the governor's friends, Isabelle reminded Elizabeth of Will. Some days she couldn't even look at the baby without sobbing for Will. The child weighed her down like a rock in sea.
"Elizabeth Swann!" Anne yelled, "Hurry up and get ready! Your hair will take hours! And you should have been dressed already!" Anne was the only one that could boss Elizabeth around. She had turned into a mother/ sister. "Here you go," Anne smiled, " I found that beautiful dress under the bed, I don't suppose you would know what it would be doing there?" Anne winked. Even she could understand how hideous the dress was.
"Please Anne, don't make me wear that thing! Don't you have something I could borrow for the night? Please?" Elizabeth begged.
"A mere maid doesn't own such things, besides it's not that bad," Anne whispered sympathetically. "We can change it a little."
Elizabeth changed into the hideous thing and looked herself in the mirror. She couldn't possibly do this, embaress herself in front of all the island's generals and their families. In addition to having her fatherless child, she had practically become the most talked about woman in the whole Carribean.
"Now let me see," Anne demanded coolly. "Well it's not that bad. Let's just remove this, fakery." She scrunched up her face at the sight of the fake mistletoe berries. "These ribbons also seem too extravagant," she muttered, ripping both the berries and ribbons off.
"Anne!" Elizabeth said, shocked. "What will father say?"
"He won't even notice," Anne replied, studying the flounces of lace. "Now we can get rid of this fluff and trim the lace at the bottom and you'll look halfway decent. But I think we need something to make it a little festive." Anne took a stem of the mistletoe berries and pinned them up at the bosom of the dress.
Elizabeth turned around and then looked into the mirror. She couldn't believe what she saw. "Anne!" she said excitedly, "You fixed it! You're amazing! Thank you!" The gown was beautiful and Elizabeth felt like a island princess.
"You'll be the envy of the gathering! Every man tonight will be watching you," Anne chattered away. "But we need something for you incase it gets cold.would you happen to have a shawl that would be festive? Maybe a dark green or white? Let's see," Anne said while rummaging through the closet. "Ah hah!" she murmured to herself. "What about his?" she held up a silk dark green shawl that had been Elizabeth's mother's. "This would fit perfectly."
Elizabeth's eyes watered at the sight of that shawl. She remembered her mother wearing it while standing at her father's side. Laughing at some person's joke or watching her father contently.
"You just need a necklace now, something special to add," Anne whispered, searching her mother's jewelry box. "Why Elizabeth! What's this? You've never showed me this before, and you've never worn it!" She held up a scarlet gem, strung on a black velvet cord. It was the necklace that Jack had given her. "Elizabeth, this seems that it could be worth a lot of money. Where'd you get it?"
Elizabeth thought quickly. She couldn't possibly mention Jack's name. "It was my mother's, she didn't like wearing it because she was afraid she's lose it." She lied.
"Well that would be perfect," Anne smiled gleefully, "Now sit down and let me fix your hair."
Elizabeth strung the necklace around her neck while Anne piled her hair on top of her head. It was perfect, she felt like Jack was with her and not somewhere off on top of a whore, for all she knew. "There," Anne said, putting the last string of hair in place. "Could anything else make your ensemble perfect?"
"Yes," she whispered and took Will's crystal bracelet that he had given her for a wedding gift. "Now, it's perfect."
There we go, I'm gonna update soon I promsise! It's Christmas break after all. Hehe well now my bitchy sis had 2 go on byez!
Elizabeth checked her hair in the imported silver mirror. Her golden hair had to be perfect for her father's Christmas feast that night. "Everyone was going to be there," he announced, "especially the Commodore."
Christmas in the islands was different, it was nice compared to England, but sometimes she missed the sheets of snow falling outside on Christmas Eve. The governor had ordered a brand new satin gown imported from England and it had arrived just a week before.
The gown wasn't that admirable in Elizabeth's taste. It seemed... "old fashioned" to her. It was a pretty red dress but it had ruffles and lace, making it weigh a ton. There were ribbons tied everywhere, that were striped red and green, and had an extra petticoat. This dress did not have a stifling corset thankfully. Also came a little bag of holly to pin up on the sides of the sleeves, making her look like a neglected Christmas present.
Elizabeth had modeled the dress in the dining room for her father and the commodore, at her father's request, and both nodded their heads enthusiastically. Approving of it probably just because of the plunging neckline. But in her room she folded the dress up and hid it under her bed. She'd find a way somehow to change it.
Abnoxious cries came from the room next to her. Isabelle was awake. "Someone take care of her!" she yelled at the nurse. Isabelle had become a pain in her side since day one. Every time she took her out of her cradle, or showed her to the governor's friends, Isabelle reminded Elizabeth of Will. Some days she couldn't even look at the baby without sobbing for Will. The child weighed her down like a rock in sea.
"Elizabeth Swann!" Anne yelled, "Hurry up and get ready! Your hair will take hours! And you should have been dressed already!" Anne was the only one that could boss Elizabeth around. She had turned into a mother/ sister. "Here you go," Anne smiled, " I found that beautiful dress under the bed, I don't suppose you would know what it would be doing there?" Anne winked. Even she could understand how hideous the dress was.
"Please Anne, don't make me wear that thing! Don't you have something I could borrow for the night? Please?" Elizabeth begged.
"A mere maid doesn't own such things, besides it's not that bad," Anne whispered sympathetically. "We can change it a little."
Elizabeth changed into the hideous thing and looked herself in the mirror. She couldn't possibly do this, embaress herself in front of all the island's generals and their families. In addition to having her fatherless child, she had practically become the most talked about woman in the whole Carribean.
"Now let me see," Anne demanded coolly. "Well it's not that bad. Let's just remove this, fakery." She scrunched up her face at the sight of the fake mistletoe berries. "These ribbons also seem too extravagant," she muttered, ripping both the berries and ribbons off.
"Anne!" Elizabeth said, shocked. "What will father say?"
"He won't even notice," Anne replied, studying the flounces of lace. "Now we can get rid of this fluff and trim the lace at the bottom and you'll look halfway decent. But I think we need something to make it a little festive." Anne took a stem of the mistletoe berries and pinned them up at the bosom of the dress.
Elizabeth turned around and then looked into the mirror. She couldn't believe what she saw. "Anne!" she said excitedly, "You fixed it! You're amazing! Thank you!" The gown was beautiful and Elizabeth felt like a island princess.
"You'll be the envy of the gathering! Every man tonight will be watching you," Anne chattered away. "But we need something for you incase it gets cold.would you happen to have a shawl that would be festive? Maybe a dark green or white? Let's see," Anne said while rummaging through the closet. "Ah hah!" she murmured to herself. "What about his?" she held up a silk dark green shawl that had been Elizabeth's mother's. "This would fit perfectly."
Elizabeth's eyes watered at the sight of that shawl. She remembered her mother wearing it while standing at her father's side. Laughing at some person's joke or watching her father contently.
"You just need a necklace now, something special to add," Anne whispered, searching her mother's jewelry box. "Why Elizabeth! What's this? You've never showed me this before, and you've never worn it!" She held up a scarlet gem, strung on a black velvet cord. It was the necklace that Jack had given her. "Elizabeth, this seems that it could be worth a lot of money. Where'd you get it?"
Elizabeth thought quickly. She couldn't possibly mention Jack's name. "It was my mother's, she didn't like wearing it because she was afraid she's lose it." She lied.
"Well that would be perfect," Anne smiled gleefully, "Now sit down and let me fix your hair."
Elizabeth strung the necklace around her neck while Anne piled her hair on top of her head. It was perfect, she felt like Jack was with her and not somewhere off on top of a whore, for all she knew. "There," Anne said, putting the last string of hair in place. "Could anything else make your ensemble perfect?"
"Yes," she whispered and took Will's crystal bracelet that he had given her for a wedding gift. "Now, it's perfect."
There we go, I'm gonna update soon I promsise! It's Christmas break after all. Hehe well now my bitchy sis had 2 go on byez!