Disclaimer: *shifty eyes * What? It's not like I have Johnny Depp stashed
in my closet! *you can hear banging noises coming from the closet * Anyways
I don't own Pirates of the Caribbean, but I guess I do own Elise unless
she's mysteriously already owned by another thing that I don't know about.
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Duchess of Thieves
Chapter Two:
The streets were entirely crammed with people and animals alike. Small little portable shops where located on the sides, while people and sometimes carriages would pass through the middle. Elise knew right away were to head to first, a close friend of hers happened to own a quaint little tea shop on the corner of the docks, lucky enough for Elise that she had some shillings to spend. She tapped the pouch that was swaying on her side. Her stomach was churning about and it was better in her mind if she arrived quickly before her insides were left available for everyone to see by lying out in the sun.
People all around her were talking about the incident last night. The "Duchess" was known throughout the Port seeing as how the thief mainly struck at night and often left no whereabouts whatsoever.
Elise grinned as her mission almost ended; the teashop was in her sights. Happily she almost skipped to the doorway, and opened the door quietly. Chairs were neatly placed in groups in the small little room, almost filling it. A wide window gave the view of the sea and docking ships and boats outside. Pictures also talked about the watery scene. Few people enveloped in the space, but Elise could clearly make out her friend who was chatting with some customers.
Her stride was a casual one as she walked up to the counter, acting as if she didn't know what she was doing here. "This place could use some work couldn't it?" She said rather smartly, making circles on the countertop. After a few turns she lifted her finger and started to act as though dust was covering the tip.
"Elise! Now that's not a way to treat my abide!" Her friend had noticed her right away, dismissing her conversation with the other customers. "I think it's very nice for a few years work."
"I was kidding Violet!" Elise chuckled admiring the room once again. "I think it's better then those who've been in business longer than you have."
"Why thank you." Violet smiled, sitting down on a stool that was on the other side of the counter. "So how have you been?"
"Dreadful! Father wants me to marry and I'm not ready to tell you the truth. I should be happy but something doesn't feel right. That type of commitment to someone I hardly know, even that, care about? It's too much. That's why I'm partly out today so early, my father and I would have started yelling about like rabid dogs." She paused. "It's not freedom where I live."
Violet nodded understanding where her friend was coming from. "You must be hungry." Violet shuffled off from her spot and grabbed a cup, to start filling it with a deep brown liquid. Elise recognized this as coffee and took it within her hands, sipping it gratefully, savoring every moment that the drink slid down her throat. Violet held up a finger signaling that she would be back with some food for her starving friend.
Elise turned around in her chair, drumming her fingers on the back. Mostly her thoughts were based on the view outside. People sometimes passed by, while other boarded on coming ships with cargo. The bell of the door rang, and the girl didn't bother seeing who was coming in, the scene was captivating her mind.
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After a few minutes, Violet appeared from the kitchen, holding a plate of warm toast in her small pale hands. Elise eagerly waited for the meals arrival. After what seemed like forever the plate was placed before her eyes as she grabbed the toasted bread and ripped through it, chewing immensely fast. Violet chuckled and warned her not to choke herself, but if she was in the need of help, that she would be cooking in the back. Elise watched her friends figure disappear into the back again.
The toast that had covered the plate was now devoured and into her stomach. She wasn't hungry anymore, that by itself made her happy. She had visited with her friend, she ate, now she was ready to spend her day in the Port. Slowly she brought herself back to her feet and stretched herself for a bit. Her stride walked her right to the kitchen door as she peeked her head inside smiling like crazy.
"That was delicious Violet! But I'm afraid I must be going, thank you so much for the wonderful meal. We'll see each other soon, then we can catch up much longer then our visit today." They exchanged their goodbyes and Elise walked back to the front and out the door.
The streets were a little more crammed but Elise told herself she just wanted to relax and enjoy the view that she did not get to admire at all usually. The waves of the sea delicately crashed up on shore, sometimes washing against the streets leaving small puddles of water. The girl breathed in heavily, taking in the sweet scent of salt. Her eyes latched down and she leaned against the wood railing.
Before she knew it she was pushed, and the water that she was admiring soon became something of distaste as it splashed into her mouth. Her eyes opened and the salt tinged them harshly, making her shut them again. Elise was waving her arms up and down, finally managing to break it to the surface. She gasped for air, rubbing her eyes before she could realize what happened.
She kicked herself to the dock, pushed herself up, and glanced around to see who the culprit was who did this awful deed. Sure enough Elise saw a man swaying down the street.
"That mans going to get it!"
She frowned as she started to chase after the man in her damp and soggy clothes that clung to her wet body. He was getting closer by the second, and soon came in distance of her. She swung her arm around, grasping the coat of the man turning him around to face her.
His face was that of a pirate. His hair calmly stopped moving wildly about and she could see chains of beads, one quite longer then the other, dangled beside his odd expression of a face. His eyebrows were raised in confusing as the outlines of his eyes were outlined in dark kohl. More beads were found hanging down from his braided beard of his chin, and a mustache covered underneath his nose. Quite as attractive as she found him, that didn't stop her from getting up into his pretty face, screaming.
"What kind of man leaves a lady in the sea drowning, what kind of man pushes a lady into the sea for that matter?!" Elise was seething with anger as she pushed herself forward, soon to be chest to chest, face to face.
People who wandered about doing daily things had stopped and turned heads to look at what the fuss was about. It wasn't hard to search for the noise, for all they had to do was shift their head to grab a better view. One dripping wet female, and a male pirate who was looking quite bewildered at what was happening in these seconds stood in the middle of the street.
"Pirate!" Someone screamed loudly as she was quite close to the two, and her now trembling body started to make a mad dash for the closest navy officers.
The man who Elise was savagely yelling at, frantically looked around him and in desperation her grabbed the mouth of the women in front of him and dragged her off to the nearest darkened alleyway. The women wouldn't go willingly as he found out rather hardly as she kicked wildly about knocking his shins trying to scramble free. His cupped hand drowned her words out; everything was done in vain to her dismay. Her stomach tried to relax but she found that hard to do as well, for it was filled with fright and other mixed emotions churning together.
The man carried her to the back of the alley way and ducked down behind some barrels that were located in the shadows. His beads had hushed from jingling about, leaving nothing but complete and utter silence. The mouth of the man grazed her earlobe and sent shivers up her spine, he whispered.
"Now luv, if you'd be so kind. Stay quiet so ol' Jack 'ere doesn't get caught, savvy?" His hot breath seemed to linger by Elise's frightened face forever.
The loud voices of the soldiers boomed to their ears, more panicked people rushed to tell them the pirates whereabouts. Their marching figures left the view and their stomps could be heard retreating to another part of the port. The man known as "Jack" loosened his hand, making sure that indeed they had left the scene. After being completely sure, he pulled his hand away from Elise's quivering mouth, and the arm wrapped around her torso. Realizing that she was free of his grasp, she spun around wheeling her hand with her movement colliding with Jacks cheek. She soon thrust herself backwards running into the wall behind her.
"You rotten scoundrel! I'll have you hanged for this!" She wailed in anger.
"Then I'll see ye on the noose righ' next to me?" He smirked devilishly, raising his hand he began tossing something small up and down, that each time landed in his palm. It was her new ring. The one she rewarded herself with the night before. Elise clenched her hands into balled fists also looking down at her soggy appearance afraid to look in the mans eyes.
"That does not belong to you." She snarled. "Hand it back or I shall remove your hand to get it back myself!"
He ignored the question, only knowing how upset she was getting, continuing to press the matter onward. "Where would such a fine lady as yourself receive something this remarkably splendid ring?" This mans smirk made her body ache to run up there and wipe it off herself.
"I said HAND IT BACK!" She was fed up with his messing around, her face was filled with vile angered that was about to unleash any second. She tried to grab for the mans hand, but found he was much quicker, for he saw this action and moved out of the way. Now his back was to hers, swaggering himself out of the ally way.
"Don't do anything stupid, luv." He turned the corner with one last wink, disappearing into the port streets.
There she was. A nineteen sopping wet year old girl with the most utterly scrambled look on her face.
Did he know?
That bastard.
*
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Duchess of Thieves
Chapter Two:
The streets were entirely crammed with people and animals alike. Small little portable shops where located on the sides, while people and sometimes carriages would pass through the middle. Elise knew right away were to head to first, a close friend of hers happened to own a quaint little tea shop on the corner of the docks, lucky enough for Elise that she had some shillings to spend. She tapped the pouch that was swaying on her side. Her stomach was churning about and it was better in her mind if she arrived quickly before her insides were left available for everyone to see by lying out in the sun.
People all around her were talking about the incident last night. The "Duchess" was known throughout the Port seeing as how the thief mainly struck at night and often left no whereabouts whatsoever.
Elise grinned as her mission almost ended; the teashop was in her sights. Happily she almost skipped to the doorway, and opened the door quietly. Chairs were neatly placed in groups in the small little room, almost filling it. A wide window gave the view of the sea and docking ships and boats outside. Pictures also talked about the watery scene. Few people enveloped in the space, but Elise could clearly make out her friend who was chatting with some customers.
Her stride was a casual one as she walked up to the counter, acting as if she didn't know what she was doing here. "This place could use some work couldn't it?" She said rather smartly, making circles on the countertop. After a few turns she lifted her finger and started to act as though dust was covering the tip.
"Elise! Now that's not a way to treat my abide!" Her friend had noticed her right away, dismissing her conversation with the other customers. "I think it's very nice for a few years work."
"I was kidding Violet!" Elise chuckled admiring the room once again. "I think it's better then those who've been in business longer than you have."
"Why thank you." Violet smiled, sitting down on a stool that was on the other side of the counter. "So how have you been?"
"Dreadful! Father wants me to marry and I'm not ready to tell you the truth. I should be happy but something doesn't feel right. That type of commitment to someone I hardly know, even that, care about? It's too much. That's why I'm partly out today so early, my father and I would have started yelling about like rabid dogs." She paused. "It's not freedom where I live."
Violet nodded understanding where her friend was coming from. "You must be hungry." Violet shuffled off from her spot and grabbed a cup, to start filling it with a deep brown liquid. Elise recognized this as coffee and took it within her hands, sipping it gratefully, savoring every moment that the drink slid down her throat. Violet held up a finger signaling that she would be back with some food for her starving friend.
Elise turned around in her chair, drumming her fingers on the back. Mostly her thoughts were based on the view outside. People sometimes passed by, while other boarded on coming ships with cargo. The bell of the door rang, and the girl didn't bother seeing who was coming in, the scene was captivating her mind.
*
After a few minutes, Violet appeared from the kitchen, holding a plate of warm toast in her small pale hands. Elise eagerly waited for the meals arrival. After what seemed like forever the plate was placed before her eyes as she grabbed the toasted bread and ripped through it, chewing immensely fast. Violet chuckled and warned her not to choke herself, but if she was in the need of help, that she would be cooking in the back. Elise watched her friends figure disappear into the back again.
The toast that had covered the plate was now devoured and into her stomach. She wasn't hungry anymore, that by itself made her happy. She had visited with her friend, she ate, now she was ready to spend her day in the Port. Slowly she brought herself back to her feet and stretched herself for a bit. Her stride walked her right to the kitchen door as she peeked her head inside smiling like crazy.
"That was delicious Violet! But I'm afraid I must be going, thank you so much for the wonderful meal. We'll see each other soon, then we can catch up much longer then our visit today." They exchanged their goodbyes and Elise walked back to the front and out the door.
The streets were a little more crammed but Elise told herself she just wanted to relax and enjoy the view that she did not get to admire at all usually. The waves of the sea delicately crashed up on shore, sometimes washing against the streets leaving small puddles of water. The girl breathed in heavily, taking in the sweet scent of salt. Her eyes latched down and she leaned against the wood railing.
Before she knew it she was pushed, and the water that she was admiring soon became something of distaste as it splashed into her mouth. Her eyes opened and the salt tinged them harshly, making her shut them again. Elise was waving her arms up and down, finally managing to break it to the surface. She gasped for air, rubbing her eyes before she could realize what happened.
She kicked herself to the dock, pushed herself up, and glanced around to see who the culprit was who did this awful deed. Sure enough Elise saw a man swaying down the street.
"That mans going to get it!"
She frowned as she started to chase after the man in her damp and soggy clothes that clung to her wet body. He was getting closer by the second, and soon came in distance of her. She swung her arm around, grasping the coat of the man turning him around to face her.
His face was that of a pirate. His hair calmly stopped moving wildly about and she could see chains of beads, one quite longer then the other, dangled beside his odd expression of a face. His eyebrows were raised in confusing as the outlines of his eyes were outlined in dark kohl. More beads were found hanging down from his braided beard of his chin, and a mustache covered underneath his nose. Quite as attractive as she found him, that didn't stop her from getting up into his pretty face, screaming.
"What kind of man leaves a lady in the sea drowning, what kind of man pushes a lady into the sea for that matter?!" Elise was seething with anger as she pushed herself forward, soon to be chest to chest, face to face.
People who wandered about doing daily things had stopped and turned heads to look at what the fuss was about. It wasn't hard to search for the noise, for all they had to do was shift their head to grab a better view. One dripping wet female, and a male pirate who was looking quite bewildered at what was happening in these seconds stood in the middle of the street.
"Pirate!" Someone screamed loudly as she was quite close to the two, and her now trembling body started to make a mad dash for the closest navy officers.
The man who Elise was savagely yelling at, frantically looked around him and in desperation her grabbed the mouth of the women in front of him and dragged her off to the nearest darkened alleyway. The women wouldn't go willingly as he found out rather hardly as she kicked wildly about knocking his shins trying to scramble free. His cupped hand drowned her words out; everything was done in vain to her dismay. Her stomach tried to relax but she found that hard to do as well, for it was filled with fright and other mixed emotions churning together.
The man carried her to the back of the alley way and ducked down behind some barrels that were located in the shadows. His beads had hushed from jingling about, leaving nothing but complete and utter silence. The mouth of the man grazed her earlobe and sent shivers up her spine, he whispered.
"Now luv, if you'd be so kind. Stay quiet so ol' Jack 'ere doesn't get caught, savvy?" His hot breath seemed to linger by Elise's frightened face forever.
The loud voices of the soldiers boomed to their ears, more panicked people rushed to tell them the pirates whereabouts. Their marching figures left the view and their stomps could be heard retreating to another part of the port. The man known as "Jack" loosened his hand, making sure that indeed they had left the scene. After being completely sure, he pulled his hand away from Elise's quivering mouth, and the arm wrapped around her torso. Realizing that she was free of his grasp, she spun around wheeling her hand with her movement colliding with Jacks cheek. She soon thrust herself backwards running into the wall behind her.
"You rotten scoundrel! I'll have you hanged for this!" She wailed in anger.
"Then I'll see ye on the noose righ' next to me?" He smirked devilishly, raising his hand he began tossing something small up and down, that each time landed in his palm. It was her new ring. The one she rewarded herself with the night before. Elise clenched her hands into balled fists also looking down at her soggy appearance afraid to look in the mans eyes.
"That does not belong to you." She snarled. "Hand it back or I shall remove your hand to get it back myself!"
He ignored the question, only knowing how upset she was getting, continuing to press the matter onward. "Where would such a fine lady as yourself receive something this remarkably splendid ring?" This mans smirk made her body ache to run up there and wipe it off herself.
"I said HAND IT BACK!" She was fed up with his messing around, her face was filled with vile angered that was about to unleash any second. She tried to grab for the mans hand, but found he was much quicker, for he saw this action and moved out of the way. Now his back was to hers, swaggering himself out of the ally way.
"Don't do anything stupid, luv." He turned the corner with one last wink, disappearing into the port streets.
There she was. A nineteen sopping wet year old girl with the most utterly scrambled look on her face.
Did he know?
That bastard.
*
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