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AN: Muwahahaha!! No one has guessed my plot twist yet! *evil evil laugh* *Suddenly panics* Oh, but if anyone guesses the plot twist, put it in an anonymous review so I can delete it! I don't want you to spoil it for everyone else!
Yay, Will shows up in this chapter!!
Chapter 4 - Bonny Will Turner
"Here, dearies, put these on." Sarai placed well-worn maid's dresses into the girls' hands. "No sense in paradin' your rank at a time like dis." Caroline nodded to show that she understood, taking the dark blue dress from Sarai's withered hands. Mary looked delighted to be roleplaying and snatched the lightest of the three, a faded green cotton with only one petticoat. Gina, however, raised a skeptical eyebrow. Sarai, a stern, grandmotherly woman who had helped to raise them, gave her a look. Gina sighed and complied, if reluctantly, hurriedly shucking off her usual green velvet for the looser, simpler maroon dress. Simpler, perhaps, but of course still the flounciest of the dresses, with bits of lace at the collar and cuffs and far too many petticoats. It was also in the best condition; the maid who had previously worn it had discarded it for a dress that was easier to work in.
There was a knock on the door. Sarai's eyes narrowed and she stepped in front of the girls, prepared to defend all borders.
"Who be dere?"
"'Tis Joseph, ma'am." Sarai relaxed.
"Well, you can't come in, m'dears is changin'. What tis it you want?"
"Oh, nothin', ma'am. Just thought you'd like ta know that the Guv'na recognized de ship in de bay. 'Tis de Bluehawk, Sarai, 'tis Will Turner!"
Mary squeaked. (She was prone to squeaking.)
"Bonny Will Turner?!"
"Aye, Miz Mary. He hasn't been here since 'fore you mamma died. But he'n de Guv'na wuz always on friendly terms - "
Mary wasn't listening.
"Will Turner is in the harbor..." she sighed, her emerald eyes shining. "Will Turner ... the most handsome, dashing pirate on the high seas." Mary continued to babble, her fingers making a mess of the complicated ties at the back of the dress. "They say he's so charming he can talk fish into jumping on the deck and begging to be eaten. He waltzed into the Moroccan treasury and back out, covered in jewels, and no one was the wiser!"
"Mary, you've been listening to the old sea dogs at the tavern again, haven't you? Shame on you for believing in such fairy tales!" Gina scolded, fixing her hair, which was done in a intricate but sturdy knot at the back of her head. Carol went to help Mary with her ties.
"Besides, he's probably old enough to be your father if he was pirating before Mama died." Carol stated with an ironic smile. Mary snorted, tying her flaming red hair back with a green ribbon.
"Oh, pish! Father was - ouch, Carol, not so tight! - twice Mama's age when they married. They still loved each other, right?"
Screams and gunshots rang through the house. Carol hurriedly finished tying Mary's stays just as Joseph burst in.
"Lawd 'ave mercy, they's in de house!" he breathed as he slammed the door shut and locked it. Sarai, calm as ever, handed him the largest butcher's knife, keeping a woodchopping ax for herself. Both servants placed themselves between the girls and the door.
"Run, dearies." Sarai whispered as the din came closer. Mary and Gina froze, but Carol grabbed their hands and dragged them out the servant's entrance. They began running, full tilt, through the gardens at the back of the house.
Carol took in the scene around her with a mix of awe and dread. Gunshots were lighting up the sky, several palm trees were aflame, people shouting and running about willy-nilly down in the town below. Suddenly the situation became very real to her. These were not some romanticized sailors-cum-bandits, the way Mary always made them out to be, they were desperate, unprincipled men on the wrong side of the law. They were destroying the only home she had ever known. And she knew that she would have to take charge, because Mary was likely to believe they had honor, and Gina would either be stuck-up and get herself in trouble or break down and cry and be useless. No one would ever guess that I'm the youngest, Carol thought in a moment of exasperation.
Are my sisters following me?
Carol glanced behind to make sure her sisters were still coming. They were, and they looked just as scared as she. Not looking where she was going, Carol crashed into something.
Or, rather, someone.
"And just where are you running too, little missie?" The voice was soft, cultured, and deep. She felt a brawny arm wrap tightly around her waist.
Shocked, Carol looked up at the most handsome man she had ever seen. He had long, curly brown hair, deep honey brown eyes, a well-defined jaw line and a sensual mouth framed by a small mustache and goatee. Captivated, she stared for a few seconds before she realized who he must be. She immediately began to struggle, but he held her easily. Presently his other hand was aiming a flintlock pistol at her head.
"Stop struggling, sweet. And your sisters had better not move, or you will die." He said quietly, almost lovingly. Out of the corner of her eye, Carol saw Mary and Gina stop dead. Both looked horrified. Very shortly they were surrounded by men - pirates, no doubt.
"What do you want with us?" Gina asked, a quiver in her usually firm voice. "We're naught but serving girls."
The man laughed. "Aye, that's what you'd have me believe. But your elders forgot that I knew your mother. And you, my dear," he continued, his eyes softening a bit, "are the spitting image of Elizabeth Swan. Same hair...same eyes...even named for her. Gina, isn't it? Georgina Elizabeth White?" Gina went pale. So much for pretending to be a servant.
"Please, sir ..." Mary said breathlessly, "Who are you?" She was obviously starstruck. Carol mentally rolled her eyes. Trust Mary to become silly at a time like this. "I? Lass, I'm Will Turner." He bowed slightly, the pistol back at his side. "You'd be the redhead, Mary Willhemina, yes?"
"He knows my name..." Mary whispered, dumbstruck. "Will Turner knows my name!"
The pirates all around gave a hearty chuckle at that. Will looked down at Carol, holding her at arm's length so he could see her, taking in her deep brown hair and eyes just as green as Mary's.
"So then, you'd be Caroline. Lass, I left here before you were born, so I'm afraid I don't remember you. What is your second name?"
"Why does it matter?" Carol asked, staring up at him. Was it her imagination, or was there some unneeded emotion in those eyes?
"Call it curiosity."
Carol kept staring at him, searching those eyes. It wasn't her imagination. He was nervous under her gaze. Why?
"Jacklyn. Spelled with a 'ck', not a 'qu'." For some strange reason, a smile spread over his face. But the emotion was still there. What...
"Ah. Well, Caroline Jacklyn, you and your lovely sisters will be joining me aboard the Bluehawk for a little voyage to England. Step lively, now." And, with his pistol aimed at her once more, he and his crew began marching them towards the harbor. It was only after she was no longer looking at him that she pinpointed that hidden emotion.
Fear.
Fear of what?
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AN2: Wai!! Thanks for all my reviews!!
GypsySwordGodess: If I had more TIME, I would certainly post more! But as it is I'm so busy with school, this story, and our HP webgroup that I barely have time to sleep! ...And no, Will really is the Will we know and love (ie, Orlando Bloom). He's 42 in this story - but no less attractive!
Cat: Yay! You liked it! Tell me, since you're the only one who's read my rough draft, do you like this better? And you had better get your fics up soon!
Bobby: *growls* My boyfriend gives my most negative review to date. Figures. But I'm glad you liked it. Now, get that freakin' English paper done!
u-ne-korn: You are just going to have to wait and find out!
SEE? THESE people reviewed! YOU should too!!
AN: Muwahahaha!! No one has guessed my plot twist yet! *evil evil laugh* *Suddenly panics* Oh, but if anyone guesses the plot twist, put it in an anonymous review so I can delete it! I don't want you to spoil it for everyone else!
Yay, Will shows up in this chapter!!
Chapter 4 - Bonny Will Turner
"Here, dearies, put these on." Sarai placed well-worn maid's dresses into the girls' hands. "No sense in paradin' your rank at a time like dis." Caroline nodded to show that she understood, taking the dark blue dress from Sarai's withered hands. Mary looked delighted to be roleplaying and snatched the lightest of the three, a faded green cotton with only one petticoat. Gina, however, raised a skeptical eyebrow. Sarai, a stern, grandmotherly woman who had helped to raise them, gave her a look. Gina sighed and complied, if reluctantly, hurriedly shucking off her usual green velvet for the looser, simpler maroon dress. Simpler, perhaps, but of course still the flounciest of the dresses, with bits of lace at the collar and cuffs and far too many petticoats. It was also in the best condition; the maid who had previously worn it had discarded it for a dress that was easier to work in.
There was a knock on the door. Sarai's eyes narrowed and she stepped in front of the girls, prepared to defend all borders.
"Who be dere?"
"'Tis Joseph, ma'am." Sarai relaxed.
"Well, you can't come in, m'dears is changin'. What tis it you want?"
"Oh, nothin', ma'am. Just thought you'd like ta know that the Guv'na recognized de ship in de bay. 'Tis de Bluehawk, Sarai, 'tis Will Turner!"
Mary squeaked. (She was prone to squeaking.)
"Bonny Will Turner?!"
"Aye, Miz Mary. He hasn't been here since 'fore you mamma died. But he'n de Guv'na wuz always on friendly terms - "
Mary wasn't listening.
"Will Turner is in the harbor..." she sighed, her emerald eyes shining. "Will Turner ... the most handsome, dashing pirate on the high seas." Mary continued to babble, her fingers making a mess of the complicated ties at the back of the dress. "They say he's so charming he can talk fish into jumping on the deck and begging to be eaten. He waltzed into the Moroccan treasury and back out, covered in jewels, and no one was the wiser!"
"Mary, you've been listening to the old sea dogs at the tavern again, haven't you? Shame on you for believing in such fairy tales!" Gina scolded, fixing her hair, which was done in a intricate but sturdy knot at the back of her head. Carol went to help Mary with her ties.
"Besides, he's probably old enough to be your father if he was pirating before Mama died." Carol stated with an ironic smile. Mary snorted, tying her flaming red hair back with a green ribbon.
"Oh, pish! Father was - ouch, Carol, not so tight! - twice Mama's age when they married. They still loved each other, right?"
Screams and gunshots rang through the house. Carol hurriedly finished tying Mary's stays just as Joseph burst in.
"Lawd 'ave mercy, they's in de house!" he breathed as he slammed the door shut and locked it. Sarai, calm as ever, handed him the largest butcher's knife, keeping a woodchopping ax for herself. Both servants placed themselves between the girls and the door.
"Run, dearies." Sarai whispered as the din came closer. Mary and Gina froze, but Carol grabbed their hands and dragged them out the servant's entrance. They began running, full tilt, through the gardens at the back of the house.
Carol took in the scene around her with a mix of awe and dread. Gunshots were lighting up the sky, several palm trees were aflame, people shouting and running about willy-nilly down in the town below. Suddenly the situation became very real to her. These were not some romanticized sailors-cum-bandits, the way Mary always made them out to be, they were desperate, unprincipled men on the wrong side of the law. They were destroying the only home she had ever known. And she knew that she would have to take charge, because Mary was likely to believe they had honor, and Gina would either be stuck-up and get herself in trouble or break down and cry and be useless. No one would ever guess that I'm the youngest, Carol thought in a moment of exasperation.
Are my sisters following me?
Carol glanced behind to make sure her sisters were still coming. They were, and they looked just as scared as she. Not looking where she was going, Carol crashed into something.
Or, rather, someone.
"And just where are you running too, little missie?" The voice was soft, cultured, and deep. She felt a brawny arm wrap tightly around her waist.
Shocked, Carol looked up at the most handsome man she had ever seen. He had long, curly brown hair, deep honey brown eyes, a well-defined jaw line and a sensual mouth framed by a small mustache and goatee. Captivated, she stared for a few seconds before she realized who he must be. She immediately began to struggle, but he held her easily. Presently his other hand was aiming a flintlock pistol at her head.
"Stop struggling, sweet. And your sisters had better not move, or you will die." He said quietly, almost lovingly. Out of the corner of her eye, Carol saw Mary and Gina stop dead. Both looked horrified. Very shortly they were surrounded by men - pirates, no doubt.
"What do you want with us?" Gina asked, a quiver in her usually firm voice. "We're naught but serving girls."
The man laughed. "Aye, that's what you'd have me believe. But your elders forgot that I knew your mother. And you, my dear," he continued, his eyes softening a bit, "are the spitting image of Elizabeth Swan. Same hair...same eyes...even named for her. Gina, isn't it? Georgina Elizabeth White?" Gina went pale. So much for pretending to be a servant.
"Please, sir ..." Mary said breathlessly, "Who are you?" She was obviously starstruck. Carol mentally rolled her eyes. Trust Mary to become silly at a time like this. "I? Lass, I'm Will Turner." He bowed slightly, the pistol back at his side. "You'd be the redhead, Mary Willhemina, yes?"
"He knows my name..." Mary whispered, dumbstruck. "Will Turner knows my name!"
The pirates all around gave a hearty chuckle at that. Will looked down at Carol, holding her at arm's length so he could see her, taking in her deep brown hair and eyes just as green as Mary's.
"So then, you'd be Caroline. Lass, I left here before you were born, so I'm afraid I don't remember you. What is your second name?"
"Why does it matter?" Carol asked, staring up at him. Was it her imagination, or was there some unneeded emotion in those eyes?
"Call it curiosity."
Carol kept staring at him, searching those eyes. It wasn't her imagination. He was nervous under her gaze. Why?
"Jacklyn. Spelled with a 'ck', not a 'qu'." For some strange reason, a smile spread over his face. But the emotion was still there. What...
"Ah. Well, Caroline Jacklyn, you and your lovely sisters will be joining me aboard the Bluehawk for a little voyage to England. Step lively, now." And, with his pistol aimed at her once more, he and his crew began marching them towards the harbor. It was only after she was no longer looking at him that she pinpointed that hidden emotion.
Fear.
Fear of what?
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AN2: Wai!! Thanks for all my reviews!!
GypsySwordGodess: If I had more TIME, I would certainly post more! But as it is I'm so busy with school, this story, and our HP webgroup that I barely have time to sleep! ...And no, Will really is the Will we know and love (ie, Orlando Bloom). He's 42 in this story - but no less attractive!
Cat: Yay! You liked it! Tell me, since you're the only one who's read my rough draft, do you like this better? And you had better get your fics up soon!
Bobby: *growls* My boyfriend gives my most negative review to date. Figures. But I'm glad you liked it. Now, get that freakin' English paper done!
u-ne-korn: You are just going to have to wait and find out!
SEE? THESE people reviewed! YOU should too!!