Disclaimer/Claimer: I own only El Bonita Playa, since Ellen is my friend's character, so yeah. There ya go!
They finally reached the eastern port into Stirling after a day's journey, during which time Rachel and Anna hadn't come out of their cabin. Well, at least, not to their mother's knowledge. She rapped lightly on her daughters' door as the ship came to a halt.
"Rachel, Anna, we've landed," she said, hoping to persuade her children to come out. After no response, she sighed. "Girls, come out of there right now or I'll force you out," she said, this time more harshly.
The girls opened the door and flew out. They sped off the boat, pushing past some of the crew to get off before their mother could yell at them.
"Girls! Get back here! You are not to go out into town in those clothes!" she shouted, referring to the breeches, tunics, and boots her girls were dressed in.
The girls had long since stopped running and began walking around the town. They knew it like the back of their hand, and the people knew them as well as if they were their own children. They passed an inn, and becoming curious, they headed in.
The inn was called El Bonita Playa, which the girls knew to mean The Beautiful Beach. They had been in it before, but not in a long time. As they entered, things were slightly different.
The walls were a deeper color, the furniture was nicer, and there was a bar in the far side of the room. The girls looked at each other, and flounced over to the registration counter. There, behind it, was a girl around their age. She was dusting drawers, her long red hair pulled and held back by a blue bandana. She was clad in a blue and white tavern maiden style dress, and she was oblivious to the presence of the girls.
Anna grew bored and knocked on the wood. The girl stopped her cleaning immediately and turned to face them. "Oh, one second," she said, placing the duster down somewhere below the girls' vision. She stood up, brushed some dust and lint off her dress, and smiled. "Yes?"
Anna almost snickered, and Rachel elbowed her. "Excuse us, but does Mr. Jameson still work here?" Rachel asked. The girl cocked her head.
"I believe so, although I have heard my father say he was thinking of retirement," she said. "One moment if you might," she said, and turned to a book. She flipped through, and stopped. "Yes, he does. However, he is no longer the keeper. He's one of the bar tenders now," she said.
Rachel and Anna turned to each other and began speaking to each other rapidly in French. The girl stood there, staring at the two with a pleasant expression, having no idea what was going on. After a few minutes, she turned her head back into its normal positioning. "Is there anything else I can help you with?"
Rachel and Anna stopped their rattling and looked at her. They studied her. "Yes," Anna said, looking straight at her. "What's your name?"
The girl smiled. "I am Ellen Smith, I work at the front counter," she replied.
"Nah, really?" Anna said under her breath. Rachel again elbowed her, and smiled. "Thank you much, we'll just be off now," Rachel said, tipping her head in a nod to her. Anna waved and mouthed 'bye' as they left.
The girl watched them leave. "Odd ones, they are," she said, but smiled. They were the first girls her age she'd seen in the two months she'd been in Stirling.
Anna and Rachel headed towards the docks to retrieve their stuff from the Star Watcher, both talking animatedly. However, their conversation fell short at the mention of a pirate.
"Did ye hear? Cap'n Jack Sparra be in town soon. Last was heard 'is ship be headed here. Dunno why, but it'll sure be a visit ta remember, eh mates?"
Jack Sparrow. Both girls looked at each other, their jaws dropped. It had to be a dream. There was no way that, after fourteen years, they'd finally be able to see their father.
"Tis truly a mystery, though I hear he be needin' a ship. Wonda where he'll find one here, with tha' John Cutler aroun'," one man replied to the previously made comment.
The girls smiled. Yes, it would be hard for him to find a ship with John around. But most pirates looking for a ship don't have daughters they know nothing about that know about him living with the man that would give him a hard time. Yeah, they felt Jack would have an easier time getting a ship than these men thought.
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now, I don't normally put something down here, but I need your help. I have a Peter Pan fanfic, and I know some of you may not be fans of that, but I still need help. I have a poll, since I had a request for it to be a romance, and no one's been reviewing it to let me know what they want. this puts me in a predicament because I can't really continue it until I have at least someone answer. anyways, if you yourself don't like it and refuse to review it, at least find someone who will help me. please? thanks a lot in advance, and btw, it's called Among The Fairies.
--renee--
They finally reached the eastern port into Stirling after a day's journey, during which time Rachel and Anna hadn't come out of their cabin. Well, at least, not to their mother's knowledge. She rapped lightly on her daughters' door as the ship came to a halt.
"Rachel, Anna, we've landed," she said, hoping to persuade her children to come out. After no response, she sighed. "Girls, come out of there right now or I'll force you out," she said, this time more harshly.
The girls opened the door and flew out. They sped off the boat, pushing past some of the crew to get off before their mother could yell at them.
"Girls! Get back here! You are not to go out into town in those clothes!" she shouted, referring to the breeches, tunics, and boots her girls were dressed in.
The girls had long since stopped running and began walking around the town. They knew it like the back of their hand, and the people knew them as well as if they were their own children. They passed an inn, and becoming curious, they headed in.
The inn was called El Bonita Playa, which the girls knew to mean The Beautiful Beach. They had been in it before, but not in a long time. As they entered, things were slightly different.
The walls were a deeper color, the furniture was nicer, and there was a bar in the far side of the room. The girls looked at each other, and flounced over to the registration counter. There, behind it, was a girl around their age. She was dusting drawers, her long red hair pulled and held back by a blue bandana. She was clad in a blue and white tavern maiden style dress, and she was oblivious to the presence of the girls.
Anna grew bored and knocked on the wood. The girl stopped her cleaning immediately and turned to face them. "Oh, one second," she said, placing the duster down somewhere below the girls' vision. She stood up, brushed some dust and lint off her dress, and smiled. "Yes?"
Anna almost snickered, and Rachel elbowed her. "Excuse us, but does Mr. Jameson still work here?" Rachel asked. The girl cocked her head.
"I believe so, although I have heard my father say he was thinking of retirement," she said. "One moment if you might," she said, and turned to a book. She flipped through, and stopped. "Yes, he does. However, he is no longer the keeper. He's one of the bar tenders now," she said.
Rachel and Anna turned to each other and began speaking to each other rapidly in French. The girl stood there, staring at the two with a pleasant expression, having no idea what was going on. After a few minutes, she turned her head back into its normal positioning. "Is there anything else I can help you with?"
Rachel and Anna stopped their rattling and looked at her. They studied her. "Yes," Anna said, looking straight at her. "What's your name?"
The girl smiled. "I am Ellen Smith, I work at the front counter," she replied.
"Nah, really?" Anna said under her breath. Rachel again elbowed her, and smiled. "Thank you much, we'll just be off now," Rachel said, tipping her head in a nod to her. Anna waved and mouthed 'bye' as they left.
The girl watched them leave. "Odd ones, they are," she said, but smiled. They were the first girls her age she'd seen in the two months she'd been in Stirling.
Anna and Rachel headed towards the docks to retrieve their stuff from the Star Watcher, both talking animatedly. However, their conversation fell short at the mention of a pirate.
"Did ye hear? Cap'n Jack Sparra be in town soon. Last was heard 'is ship be headed here. Dunno why, but it'll sure be a visit ta remember, eh mates?"
Jack Sparrow. Both girls looked at each other, their jaws dropped. It had to be a dream. There was no way that, after fourteen years, they'd finally be able to see their father.
"Tis truly a mystery, though I hear he be needin' a ship. Wonda where he'll find one here, with tha' John Cutler aroun'," one man replied to the previously made comment.
The girls smiled. Yes, it would be hard for him to find a ship with John around. But most pirates looking for a ship don't have daughters they know nothing about that know about him living with the man that would give him a hard time. Yeah, they felt Jack would have an easier time getting a ship than these men thought.
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now, I don't normally put something down here, but I need your help. I have a Peter Pan fanfic, and I know some of you may not be fans of that, but I still need help. I have a poll, since I had a request for it to be a romance, and no one's been reviewing it to let me know what they want. this puts me in a predicament because I can't really continue it until I have at least someone answer. anyways, if you yourself don't like it and refuse to review it, at least find someone who will help me. please? thanks a lot in advance, and btw, it's called Among The Fairies.
--renee--