AN: this chapter and the few will be written like a normal story because
both Irene and Emily are there together and writing letters to someone
standing write next to you is rather-stupid.
The Next Chapter.
The Wedding, part one: Getting ready.
Irene was in 'The Hispaniola' at the appointed spot in the crow's nest getting a good look out for the weather and 'The Black Pearl'. There were dark clouds with large bellies ambling over on the horizon, but they were drifting the other way, to the North; not the West, so Irene wasn't very concerned. What she was concerned about, however, was that is was well past morning and nearing noon and the wedding can't happen without the bride and groom present, which they haven't. In fact, there was no sign of a ship any where near in view. She hoped that they would come by nightfall at the latest.
True, there was no one that would come here for near any type of reason, but Irene had a feeling of dread, and ever since the start of the war in France, she learned to trust her instincts.
Irene sighed, the wind was dry as a deserts skeleton's bones. There was no wind and the sun glared evilly down from the clear sky. Irene shuddered. There had been a red sky at morning. She recalled the sailors rhyme, "Red sky at night, sailor's delight, red sky in the morning, sailor's take warning." She whispered under her breath. She wiped sweat off her brow with the sleeve of her already sweat-drenched tunic. A breath of wind suddenly came on and caressed her calloused skin.
A flicker of motion caught her eye in the North. She squinted against the sun's glare and could barely make out the blur of a shape, black against the bright light. She reached for her spy glass and held it up to the blur, it took the shape of a ship, a Black Ship. Irene sighed in relief. The wind picked up again bringing the outline of a ship closer to the cove.
Grinning at the soon to be arrival, Irene lowered the spy glass, and checked the horizon around her to be sure that no unwanted guest would come.
"What are you doing up there?" Elizabeth shouted from the deck.
"I'm looking out for any ships, and the weather," Irene hollered back, "The Black Pearl has just come into view and the wind is bringing her steadily along. I judge they'll be here nigh after noon."
"I will go tell Sylvia. Don't you think that you should change clothes." Irene looked down to her sweat soaked white tunic, brown vest, pants and bare feet; then at Elizabeth' s well kept, expensive, neat governor dress; and shrugged.
"I still have some work to do, but I will change and take a bath before the wedding." she bellowed down to Elizabeth, "Where is Alexandria?" Irene asked her, Elizabeth had given birth to her daughter six days ago.
"Sleeping, I asked Jacques to look after her." Elizabeth replied. Irene grinned, most people thought Jacques was just a monkey, but Jacques was smarter than all of them.
"I couldn't name a better watcher of her." Irene took one last glance at the horizon, 'The Black Pearl was drawing very close now. "I'm coming down now." She yelled and leapt from the nest and on to the ropes, scrambling down them to the deck. Elizabeth took one good look at Irene and laughed.
"I don't see what's that funny." Irene demanded putting her hands on her hips.
"I'm sorry my friend, but you look like a soaked rat." Irene grinned and felt her hair which was in a high ponytail, and was, in fact, soaked all the way through.
"Well, its as hot as hell up there, the Sun's about and ready to burn a hole through us." Irene swore. Elizabeth chuckled.
"I know, I've been keeping inside the cabin for the most part, but you, you not afraid of running up and down the ropes to check for wear or for ships, Will used to do that." Her laughter stopped and she started to cry. The only people that were there when she gave birth were Irene, Sylvia and Jacques. In Elizabeth's delirium then she had been talking to Will, had thought he was right beside her. When she realized he wasn't it hit her hard.
"Look, stop crying, or I'll be forced to hug you, and I don't smell very good, so I don't think you want me to." Irene replied smelling her arm and wrinkling her nose. Elizabeth laughed a little, than went back inside. Irene shook out her dark brown hair and looked to the ocean. She didn't want to go in yet. So she turned and ran to the edge of the ship and dived off, relishing in the cool water on her dry and cracked skin.
1
Emily was pacing the ships deck in nervous panic. Jack wasn't helping her, he was too busy draining rum bottles to get his nerve in order. Emily rested her hands on her now very large belly and smiled. She was going to be a mommy! A married mommy! She forced her self to stop wearing a hole in the ebony wood and relax. She turned and grinned at Jack, who smiled at her back. It will be fine. They will be married, have two children, bomb the British Navy, life would be great.
"You need to rest. You still have the actual aisle to walk down, you know." He replied. Emily went over to him and sat in his lap. He smiled at her in that annoying grin that melted her heart right away.
"I love you honey. And I'm only walking that aisle because you're going to be at the end. Just don't faint or anything." Jack smirked.
"Never." He replied, confident.
"Ship on the horizon! It's the Hispaniola!" Anna Maria yelled from the crows nest, "We'll be there a little after noon, if the wind is speedy enough." Jack hugged Emily close. Only a few more hours until they would be bound until death. Neither of them could wait. They watched as they drew nearer to the white and gold ship taking comfort only in themselves.
1
After the Black Pearl pulled up beside the Hispaniola and the crew went on board, Irene sent them to various chores in decorations and setting up, and she sent Elizabeth to help Emily get ready and Jack to Annette, Sylvia and Mary to give him a bath-which she had planned on helping, but deciding that the Black Pearl's crew needing far more supervision, she decided to help them set up, and check in with Jack every so often. Besides, all three of the women were very strong, strong enough to hold Jack down and get him clean and smelling nice. Though Irene would come back with the suit Jack was going to wear. It was a black swallow tailed suit. Irene had already filled the copper bath with warm water and soap, with shampoo and extra soap, three scrub brushes and a comb along with various other hygiene objects. That she was going to help torture Jack with. Irene grinned evilly in wait.
The Next Chapter.
The Wedding, part one: Getting ready.
Irene was in 'The Hispaniola' at the appointed spot in the crow's nest getting a good look out for the weather and 'The Black Pearl'. There were dark clouds with large bellies ambling over on the horizon, but they were drifting the other way, to the North; not the West, so Irene wasn't very concerned. What she was concerned about, however, was that is was well past morning and nearing noon and the wedding can't happen without the bride and groom present, which they haven't. In fact, there was no sign of a ship any where near in view. She hoped that they would come by nightfall at the latest.
True, there was no one that would come here for near any type of reason, but Irene had a feeling of dread, and ever since the start of the war in France, she learned to trust her instincts.
Irene sighed, the wind was dry as a deserts skeleton's bones. There was no wind and the sun glared evilly down from the clear sky. Irene shuddered. There had been a red sky at morning. She recalled the sailors rhyme, "Red sky at night, sailor's delight, red sky in the morning, sailor's take warning." She whispered under her breath. She wiped sweat off her brow with the sleeve of her already sweat-drenched tunic. A breath of wind suddenly came on and caressed her calloused skin.
A flicker of motion caught her eye in the North. She squinted against the sun's glare and could barely make out the blur of a shape, black against the bright light. She reached for her spy glass and held it up to the blur, it took the shape of a ship, a Black Ship. Irene sighed in relief. The wind picked up again bringing the outline of a ship closer to the cove.
Grinning at the soon to be arrival, Irene lowered the spy glass, and checked the horizon around her to be sure that no unwanted guest would come.
"What are you doing up there?" Elizabeth shouted from the deck.
"I'm looking out for any ships, and the weather," Irene hollered back, "The Black Pearl has just come into view and the wind is bringing her steadily along. I judge they'll be here nigh after noon."
"I will go tell Sylvia. Don't you think that you should change clothes." Irene looked down to her sweat soaked white tunic, brown vest, pants and bare feet; then at Elizabeth' s well kept, expensive, neat governor dress; and shrugged.
"I still have some work to do, but I will change and take a bath before the wedding." she bellowed down to Elizabeth, "Where is Alexandria?" Irene asked her, Elizabeth had given birth to her daughter six days ago.
"Sleeping, I asked Jacques to look after her." Elizabeth replied. Irene grinned, most people thought Jacques was just a monkey, but Jacques was smarter than all of them.
"I couldn't name a better watcher of her." Irene took one last glance at the horizon, 'The Black Pearl was drawing very close now. "I'm coming down now." She yelled and leapt from the nest and on to the ropes, scrambling down them to the deck. Elizabeth took one good look at Irene and laughed.
"I don't see what's that funny." Irene demanded putting her hands on her hips.
"I'm sorry my friend, but you look like a soaked rat." Irene grinned and felt her hair which was in a high ponytail, and was, in fact, soaked all the way through.
"Well, its as hot as hell up there, the Sun's about and ready to burn a hole through us." Irene swore. Elizabeth chuckled.
"I know, I've been keeping inside the cabin for the most part, but you, you not afraid of running up and down the ropes to check for wear or for ships, Will used to do that." Her laughter stopped and she started to cry. The only people that were there when she gave birth were Irene, Sylvia and Jacques. In Elizabeth's delirium then she had been talking to Will, had thought he was right beside her. When she realized he wasn't it hit her hard.
"Look, stop crying, or I'll be forced to hug you, and I don't smell very good, so I don't think you want me to." Irene replied smelling her arm and wrinkling her nose. Elizabeth laughed a little, than went back inside. Irene shook out her dark brown hair and looked to the ocean. She didn't want to go in yet. So she turned and ran to the edge of the ship and dived off, relishing in the cool water on her dry and cracked skin.
1
Emily was pacing the ships deck in nervous panic. Jack wasn't helping her, he was too busy draining rum bottles to get his nerve in order. Emily rested her hands on her now very large belly and smiled. She was going to be a mommy! A married mommy! She forced her self to stop wearing a hole in the ebony wood and relax. She turned and grinned at Jack, who smiled at her back. It will be fine. They will be married, have two children, bomb the British Navy, life would be great.
"You need to rest. You still have the actual aisle to walk down, you know." He replied. Emily went over to him and sat in his lap. He smiled at her in that annoying grin that melted her heart right away.
"I love you honey. And I'm only walking that aisle because you're going to be at the end. Just don't faint or anything." Jack smirked.
"Never." He replied, confident.
"Ship on the horizon! It's the Hispaniola!" Anna Maria yelled from the crows nest, "We'll be there a little after noon, if the wind is speedy enough." Jack hugged Emily close. Only a few more hours until they would be bound until death. Neither of them could wait. They watched as they drew nearer to the white and gold ship taking comfort only in themselves.
1
After the Black Pearl pulled up beside the Hispaniola and the crew went on board, Irene sent them to various chores in decorations and setting up, and she sent Elizabeth to help Emily get ready and Jack to Annette, Sylvia and Mary to give him a bath-which she had planned on helping, but deciding that the Black Pearl's crew needing far more supervision, she decided to help them set up, and check in with Jack every so often. Besides, all three of the women were very strong, strong enough to hold Jack down and get him clean and smelling nice. Though Irene would come back with the suit Jack was going to wear. It was a black swallow tailed suit. Irene had already filled the copper bath with warm water and soap, with shampoo and extra soap, three scrub brushes and a comb along with various other hygiene objects. That she was going to help torture Jack with. Irene grinned evilly in wait.