Full Summary: Rae has just inherited everything her mysterious grandfather had. She had only seen the man once or twice and contact was barely held. But excepting what her grandfather gave her she was to become Baroness of England. Now in Port Royale she's well on her way to convincing everyone that she is fit for the 'job'. So why did Jack have to show up with something that could ruin her whole reputation? And who paid him to find her? A little caught up in the life that is luxury Rae makes a deal with Jack. He will not reveal the mistake she had made in the past if she goes with him and be left to the employer. But will a change of heart change the situation? And why does Jack seem so damn familiar?
Well do to the madness of no more Jack/You stories I was forced to create my very own character...Which may I add isn't all that great so forgive me...This was meant to be a sequel to my story "Captain Jack's Poltergeist" but deciding to scratch that I made this a story of it's own. If you should be interested in my other PotC fic then please contact me through an email or a review. But enough of my pointless babbling, ON WITH THE FIC!
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Rae strolled along the harbor, the soft breeze stirring the heavy skirt of the cream colored dress she was wearing. Her tightly wound curls swayed with the wind. It was a humid day in Port Royale just like any other she imagined. She had just arrived in the little port and to her surprise was welcomed like the Queen of England herself. The sweet smiles that flashed her way the sparkling eyes of the pampered ladies. The sudden interest of the gentlemen. It was all for one reason. Money.
About a month ago she had received a letter...this letter was to change her life. And, oh how it did. A man dressed in a black suit had brought it to her on a little tray as her grandfather's lawyer explained the situation. She, Rachel Lee Madison, was to inherit the title and money of her grandfather the Baron of England. The shock was overwhelming and she looked the lawyer straight in the eye as if to question him if this was to be some stupid joke. But no indeed the formally sealed letter was indeed from her grandfather. She could tell by the bold script and the way it was written. A little shaky she read the letter:
Rachel-
Never have I thought it would come to this. You out of all my grandchildren have the honor to receive this wonderful gift I am about to bestow on you. I must confess though that you would have been the last person for me to have chosen. You always where a little different, sort of the grey sheep. (I can not say black seeing as I always enjoyed your 'different' company) But now that most of your cousins are dead and the ones that still live are too young to understand the gravity of the situation I have chosen you. You are to become Baroness of England and inherit 5 million pounds. You may do whatever you wish with the money. But there are certain requirements.
First and foremost you will fully inherit all of this when you are married! An alone standing Baroness will be mocked.
Secondly while not married you will be accompanied by an assistant at all times. (I have already assigned someone)
And thirdly please remember that you are a Madison, and now that you have a title don't go doing anything to artsy or free spirited as you like to call it...
With this I end my letter and wish to you the best of luck. May you be happy in whatever you choose.
Yours etc.
Baron Nathan Madison of Wellington (1)
She read the letter once, then again and then once more. Finally letting it fall on the heavy oak desk of the lawyer she sighed. Too many question and thoughts whirled in her head and she sighed again as if to let them escape. Out of all the requirements the third struck her the most. "Don't go doing anything to artsy and free spirited..." She wasn't quite sure what he meant by that...Did he mean the portrait...But how could he have found out about that, that was kept secret. Only Delano and her knew about it. The thought weighed heavily on her mind and she had a hard time listening to the lawyer who explained the letter to every last detail.
And soon she was packed into a carriage and carried away to her new home. Where she was to live all alone with only gloomy servants to keep her company. But it wasn't all that bad. The first few night might have been hell but as soon as Madame Menou popped or waltzed into her life everything changed. She was a widow, in her late fifties and meant to be her companion. Usually widows wear black when their husbands die but Madame Menou did not think of it. The first time she entered the mansion she was dressed in a tight purple gown, a lacy hat on top of mounds of hair finished the outfit. She wasn't particularly pretty and she didn't have a figure, no she is a giant compared to mousy Rae, but she had a heart of gold no doubt about it. And very soon they became good friends.
When she first spotted Rae she looked at her with sharp, raised eyebrows. And Rae started to think she would hate this woman who waltzed into her home as if it was her own. That was until Madame opened her mouth,and with a sugary voice she exclaimed, "Mon amour, you look like you haven't eaten in days!" she poked at her rib cage, "Tsk, tsk, no this won't do at all."
Annabel's sceptical look lightened and out of relief she burst out laughing. A little confused Madame tried to gain control of the situation by scolding Rae, "A lady never shows much emotion only enough to make her seem polite and sophisticated."
And soon the training began. Madame Menou taught her how to be the ideal woman of the century. She dressed her in the latest fashions and she wore the most expensive jewellery. Still Annabel had a sort of dreamy look to her, her cheeks always had a soft pink glow to them, her hair was mostly unruly and simply tied back with a white ribbon as she preferred. It made her look childish and her small frame didn't help in the least.
And as the training filled out the day countless numbers of 'suitable' husbands stood at her doorstep. Madame Menou thought this was all fun and games, if only Rae could see it the same way. As soon as the first man stepped into her house she immediately knew what he was thinking:
'Sure tell her something pretty. Marry her sleep with her maybe have a kid. Just as long as I have the money! Then if I'm not happy I can afford some real women!'
The first time she had to hold herself back from kicking the hateful man in the ass and telling him to get the fuck out.
But that was then. A long treacherous month had passed. Now she was in Port Royale dressed in something to warm for the humid weather. She was so engrossed in her own thoughts that she didn't notice the open carriage drive up next to her. She was pulled out of her thoughts by Madame calling her name, "Would you stop daydreaming! We will be late for tea! Oh what will the governor think of us, of me!" she seemed a little out of breath, "And what are you doing here! Think of your petticoat silly little girl!" She eyed their surrounding. Annabel couldn't help but grin when she saw Madame look around it was just like her. With a little help she was in the carriage. She leaned back on the
leather seat.
'Madame is a little like a mother hen...' Annabel glanced at her from the corner of her eye. Today she was dressed in all red making her look a little like a tomato. She lost her train of thought as the carriage lunged forward. Tea at the governors, oh how exiting...
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Author's Note:
(1) I really don't know if this is a place, it just sort of popped into my head, could also be that I heard it somewhere, but I just thought it sounded so English, oh how stereotypical of me...
So, what did you think? Just getting a feel for this. I hope it wasn't to big of a snore...I like to build up my stories...Also I'm very sorry if my character seems kind of wimpy. I told you that I'm no good at creating my own character. But she will build in character. But I do have to keep it realistic ladies back then didn't have much to say so I can't have her too strong willed and independent. I hope you understand what I'm trying to say...I'd also like to mention that my idea for this fic is based on a book written by the author of "Taming the Heiress." I suggest you read the book it really is a good romance novel. So review if the spirit moves you...