A/N: yes, i know, i *should* be writing about eomer and lothiriel. but i couldn't help it! i saw pirates of penzance twice in one weekend (making it three times that i've seen it), and i just had to write a story about the ever-gorgeous pirate king (and his pirate queen, of course)! consider it my breather--i've been stuck in middle earth for so long that i've had dreams about my fanfic characters (not that that's a bad thing...). so anyways, sit back, relax, and enjoy the show........
**disclaimer** i am making no profit off of my fanfic. i wish that i was, because i'd immediately turn it into a script and make a movie out of it (with m.o. as the pirate king...hehe).
Chapter I
The way my sisters talk about the pirates, you would believe that they were merely ruffians who left Frederic on that beach just so Mabel could fall in love with him and they could come back and kidnap me. We all know that's not true, but who would believe the real story? No one, save perhaps dreamers. Dreamers will believe anything. I would know. I'm one of them. But I am going off track, as we dreamers are wont to do.
I suppose I should introduce myself. My name is Ada Marie Railey, formerly Ada Marie Broome, youngest daughter of Major-General John Broome. As you may or may not know, I was the sister that was "abducted" by the pirates (or more accurately, the Pirate King). I wasn't *really* abducted, though. I *wanted* to go with him. And so my story begins, with the day the Pirates of Penzance found my sisters and I on that beach near Cornwall.
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I was only sixteen when the pirates came. My sisters kept their wits about them, but I was immediately smitten. They were the great adventure I had been waiting for, a chance to see the world. I had not had much chance to do so before. I was the youngest, and being such rendered me oft-forgotten when it came to the social parties and balls my sisters attended. Not that they enjoyed the parties. Nay, they ever and anon came home complaining about their suitors (who were pompous imbeciles) and their feet (which were always sore after dancing with said imbeciles). They all assured me that I didn't miss a thing, especially Mabel who never liked to do anything except sing. But I would have liked to decide if balls were boring on my own. Ah well. I no longer care that I never attended a real British ball, for I am quite content with my station now. And I am getting off track again! Now where was I? Ah yes, the pirates.
They were roguishly handsome in the way that only pirates (and medieval outlaws) are. As I said before, I was immediately smitten. Well, almost. I was frightened at first, but then I saw him. The Pirate King. He was one of those men that women immediately fall for, no matter what his reputation might be. He was young (as far as Pirate Kings go), and long and lean, almost Elf-like, save for his cheeky grin. He was gorgeous, and he knew it.
He walked among us, his eyes laughing at our frightened faces as we struggled to escape the men that held us down. When he went past me, he stopped and turned back. "And what might your name be?" he asked, his dark eyes glittering.
"Don't tell him!" cried Isabel from behind me.
I took a deep breath. "Ada," I whispered.
"Ada," he repeated, smiling genuinely now. "How old are you?"
"Sixteen--seventeen come October."
"Only sixteen?" He raised his eyebrows. "You look older."
I blushed at that. "Thank you."
"You stay away from her, you sea-rat!" It was another of my sisters--Lillie, or maybe Clara. I didn't know, and I didn't care. I'd just been complimented. By a *pirate.*
It seemed the Pirate King ignored her as well, because he leaned closer to me. "Do you know who we are, Ada?"
"P-pirates."
"Aye! The Pirates of Penzance!" he cried, followed by a chorus of shouts from his men.
My heart leapt in my throat at the name of the notorious band, and I heard a scream from behind me. I wrenched myself out of the arms of the man who held me and turned. Isabel had fainted, and my sisters had surrounded her, save for Mabel, who was oblivious to everything except Frederic. Clara was fanning Isabel, and the others whispered. Lillie leaned over to me and hissed, "Ada, how could you?"
"How could I what?"
"Tell them your name and your age!" she snapped.
"What would you have liked me to do? Stand there and pretend I didn't know it?" I whispered, absolutely furious. "Who knows what he would have done to force it out of me?!"
"Aye, who knows?" came a voice from behind us. We twirled around. It was him, and he was grinning devilishly. "Don't worry, I wouldn't have kissed her too hard. After all, she is nought but an innocent little girl!" He leered at me.
"And you are nought but a-a despicable sea-rat!" Lillie spat. It wasn't much as far as insults go, but I was so thankful she had come to my defense, I didn't care. "Leave us be," she continued, "and we will not tell our father that we saw you."
He laughed at her. "Your father? And who might he be? The king of England?" The pirates guffawed, apparently amused by the joke.
"I am the Major-General." We all turned at the sound of Papa's voice. He walked down from the rocky path onto the beach. "And who are you?" he asked the Pirate King with disdain in his voice.
"I am a single gentleman, as are all of my companions." He gestured to his men. "And I--we, would like nothing more than to have your daughters' hands in marriage." He said the last with a flourished bow.
"Oh, Papa, don't believe him!" It was Isabel, who had recently overcome her fainting spell. "They're pirates! The infamous Pirates of Penzance!"
"Yes, but we are all single men!"
My father's face slowly turned red, as it always does when he gets angry. "You most certainly may not marry a single one of my daughters!" He signaled to the servants who immediately rushed down to seize the pirates. They caught all of them except, of course, the Pirate King, who winked at me and ran into the ocean, never to be seen again. Or so I thought.
**disclaimer** i am making no profit off of my fanfic. i wish that i was, because i'd immediately turn it into a script and make a movie out of it (with m.o. as the pirate king...hehe).
Chapter I
The way my sisters talk about the pirates, you would believe that they were merely ruffians who left Frederic on that beach just so Mabel could fall in love with him and they could come back and kidnap me. We all know that's not true, but who would believe the real story? No one, save perhaps dreamers. Dreamers will believe anything. I would know. I'm one of them. But I am going off track, as we dreamers are wont to do.
I suppose I should introduce myself. My name is Ada Marie Railey, formerly Ada Marie Broome, youngest daughter of Major-General John Broome. As you may or may not know, I was the sister that was "abducted" by the pirates (or more accurately, the Pirate King). I wasn't *really* abducted, though. I *wanted* to go with him. And so my story begins, with the day the Pirates of Penzance found my sisters and I on that beach near Cornwall.
************
I was only sixteen when the pirates came. My sisters kept their wits about them, but I was immediately smitten. They were the great adventure I had been waiting for, a chance to see the world. I had not had much chance to do so before. I was the youngest, and being such rendered me oft-forgotten when it came to the social parties and balls my sisters attended. Not that they enjoyed the parties. Nay, they ever and anon came home complaining about their suitors (who were pompous imbeciles) and their feet (which were always sore after dancing with said imbeciles). They all assured me that I didn't miss a thing, especially Mabel who never liked to do anything except sing. But I would have liked to decide if balls were boring on my own. Ah well. I no longer care that I never attended a real British ball, for I am quite content with my station now. And I am getting off track again! Now where was I? Ah yes, the pirates.
They were roguishly handsome in the way that only pirates (and medieval outlaws) are. As I said before, I was immediately smitten. Well, almost. I was frightened at first, but then I saw him. The Pirate King. He was one of those men that women immediately fall for, no matter what his reputation might be. He was young (as far as Pirate Kings go), and long and lean, almost Elf-like, save for his cheeky grin. He was gorgeous, and he knew it.
He walked among us, his eyes laughing at our frightened faces as we struggled to escape the men that held us down. When he went past me, he stopped and turned back. "And what might your name be?" he asked, his dark eyes glittering.
"Don't tell him!" cried Isabel from behind me.
I took a deep breath. "Ada," I whispered.
"Ada," he repeated, smiling genuinely now. "How old are you?"
"Sixteen--seventeen come October."
"Only sixteen?" He raised his eyebrows. "You look older."
I blushed at that. "Thank you."
"You stay away from her, you sea-rat!" It was another of my sisters--Lillie, or maybe Clara. I didn't know, and I didn't care. I'd just been complimented. By a *pirate.*
It seemed the Pirate King ignored her as well, because he leaned closer to me. "Do you know who we are, Ada?"
"P-pirates."
"Aye! The Pirates of Penzance!" he cried, followed by a chorus of shouts from his men.
My heart leapt in my throat at the name of the notorious band, and I heard a scream from behind me. I wrenched myself out of the arms of the man who held me and turned. Isabel had fainted, and my sisters had surrounded her, save for Mabel, who was oblivious to everything except Frederic. Clara was fanning Isabel, and the others whispered. Lillie leaned over to me and hissed, "Ada, how could you?"
"How could I what?"
"Tell them your name and your age!" she snapped.
"What would you have liked me to do? Stand there and pretend I didn't know it?" I whispered, absolutely furious. "Who knows what he would have done to force it out of me?!"
"Aye, who knows?" came a voice from behind us. We twirled around. It was him, and he was grinning devilishly. "Don't worry, I wouldn't have kissed her too hard. After all, she is nought but an innocent little girl!" He leered at me.
"And you are nought but a-a despicable sea-rat!" Lillie spat. It wasn't much as far as insults go, but I was so thankful she had come to my defense, I didn't care. "Leave us be," she continued, "and we will not tell our father that we saw you."
He laughed at her. "Your father? And who might he be? The king of England?" The pirates guffawed, apparently amused by the joke.
"I am the Major-General." We all turned at the sound of Papa's voice. He walked down from the rocky path onto the beach. "And who are you?" he asked the Pirate King with disdain in his voice.
"I am a single gentleman, as are all of my companions." He gestured to his men. "And I--we, would like nothing more than to have your daughters' hands in marriage." He said the last with a flourished bow.
"Oh, Papa, don't believe him!" It was Isabel, who had recently overcome her fainting spell. "They're pirates! The infamous Pirates of Penzance!"
"Yes, but we are all single men!"
My father's face slowly turned red, as it always does when he gets angry. "You most certainly may not marry a single one of my daughters!" He signaled to the servants who immediately rushed down to seize the pirates. They caught all of them except, of course, the Pirate King, who winked at me and ran into the ocean, never to be seen again. Or so I thought.