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Chapter 11 I feel myself swaying, left and right. This is one heck of a dream, I thought to myself. I was pretty sure I heard. But no that could not be. This is some crazy dream. I'm really laying in my hotel bed, now wake-up Ella, I demanded myself.
I finally opened my eyes. I was definitely not in any hotel or hotel room. It looked like a guest cabin on a ship. Suddenly the ship turned and I went flying on to the floor, hitting my head against the wall. I moaned in pain. Someone stepped into the room. I looked up and found myself face to face with Commodore Norrington. Not Norrington, anyone but him.
"Are you all right miss?" He offered me his hand and helped me up.
"Yes, I'm fine thank-you."
"I'm Commodore James Norrington." Been there, know that, done that and bought the t-shirt.
"Pleased to meet you. I'm Ella Ynrihan."
With that Commodore grabbed my hand. Talk about disgustingly gross, espically since it is Norrington.
"Well Miss.Ynrihan, I belive it is time for supper."
We leave the cabin and he offers me his arm. I grasp it gently trying not to offend or weird out anyone. We walk down the hall and into his private dinning hall. Gillete is waiting for us. My god he looks younger in real life.
Gillete stands. "Miss.Ynrihan, this is the man who saved your life." Gillete gives me a slight smile and kisses my hand lightly. What is it with the hand kissing business?
I smile softly, then sit in the chair behind me. The rest of the meal was very boring. I laughed politely at Norrington's stupid jokes pretending to pay attention.
I nearly choked on the huge chunks of lettuce, in the salad. Then nearly threw up trying to eat the main course. I really did not enjoy this meal.
After the horrid meal, I was escorted to my cabin by none other than Norrington himself. He said something about a gift in my cabin.
Sure enough, there was a box on my bed. I slowly opened the box, fearing what might be inside of it. A dress. A fluffy green dress, with tons of lace. "It's ...um... lovely" I say with a forced smile.
"Glad you like it." Commodore says cheerfully. "Now, I expect you wear that, instead of those breeches and that shirt." He motions to my jeans and t-shirt.
"Tomorrow, I will have Rosie come in and do you hair and make-up. But for now, please get some rest."
He kisses my cheek. "Well, good eve to you, milady." He closes the door.
I rub my skin of trying to get the feel of his lips off my face. I throw the dress onto the corner of the room. Then get under the covers of the bed. It is pretty comfortable.
I hope the others are having fun, because I'm certainly not.
Chapter 11 I feel myself swaying, left and right. This is one heck of a dream, I thought to myself. I was pretty sure I heard. But no that could not be. This is some crazy dream. I'm really laying in my hotel bed, now wake-up Ella, I demanded myself.
I finally opened my eyes. I was definitely not in any hotel or hotel room. It looked like a guest cabin on a ship. Suddenly the ship turned and I went flying on to the floor, hitting my head against the wall. I moaned in pain. Someone stepped into the room. I looked up and found myself face to face with Commodore Norrington. Not Norrington, anyone but him.
"Are you all right miss?" He offered me his hand and helped me up.
"Yes, I'm fine thank-you."
"I'm Commodore James Norrington." Been there, know that, done that and bought the t-shirt.
"Pleased to meet you. I'm Ella Ynrihan."
With that Commodore grabbed my hand. Talk about disgustingly gross, espically since it is Norrington.
"Well Miss.Ynrihan, I belive it is time for supper."
We leave the cabin and he offers me his arm. I grasp it gently trying not to offend or weird out anyone. We walk down the hall and into his private dinning hall. Gillete is waiting for us. My god he looks younger in real life.
Gillete stands. "Miss.Ynrihan, this is the man who saved your life." Gillete gives me a slight smile and kisses my hand lightly. What is it with the hand kissing business?
I smile softly, then sit in the chair behind me. The rest of the meal was very boring. I laughed politely at Norrington's stupid jokes pretending to pay attention.
I nearly choked on the huge chunks of lettuce, in the salad. Then nearly threw up trying to eat the main course. I really did not enjoy this meal.
After the horrid meal, I was escorted to my cabin by none other than Norrington himself. He said something about a gift in my cabin.
Sure enough, there was a box on my bed. I slowly opened the box, fearing what might be inside of it. A dress. A fluffy green dress, with tons of lace. "It's ...um... lovely" I say with a forced smile.
"Glad you like it." Commodore says cheerfully. "Now, I expect you wear that, instead of those breeches and that shirt." He motions to my jeans and t-shirt.
"Tomorrow, I will have Rosie come in and do you hair and make-up. But for now, please get some rest."
He kisses my cheek. "Well, good eve to you, milady." He closes the door.
I rub my skin of trying to get the feel of his lips off my face. I throw the dress onto the corner of the room. Then get under the covers of the bed. It is pretty comfortable.
I hope the others are having fun, because I'm certainly not.