Carol smiled triumphantly, a small bundle tucked under her arms, her hat flopping in the small breeze, her long sleeves catching the winds as she walked behind her mother. Stalling was the ultimate key to success, she had decided, if it meant you didn't have to wear those itchy, proper, fancy dresses her mother tried to force on her. No, Carol Elizabeth Turner was not meant to wear dresses. She was made for baggy clothes, flopping hats, the open sea, and a boat to call her own. Yes, that was what Carol truely wanted. Not necessarily a pirate's life, but a life on the water... Out at the sea. A life of adventure, swordfights, danger.. Yes, that was the life for her.
The door to the blacksmith shop creaked as it slid open, revealing the glint of the swords that sat all around the room. Will stepped out from behind a counter to look at his daughter. "You up for a swordfight before your mother makes you change?" he murmured, casting a knowing glacne at the bundle in her arms. Carol just grinned, and whispered back, "When am I not?" Carefully, she slipped out of her mothers vision to retrieve her beautiful sword, crafted by her father just for her. It shone brightly in the window, with the sun's last rays smiling down upon the work of art. It was, as her father said, one of his best works. She smiled a knowing smile over the smooth metal of the sword, which glinted as she picked it up gently. Carefully, she walked back over, holding the sword behind her back. She waited a moment to make sure her mother's back was turned before sneaking backwards, into a smaller area of the shop. Her father also came back after a moment, and then.
The sound of two swords clashing brought all attention to the area where Carol and her father now stood, swords flashing in the small patches of light that shone through. Elizabeth merely sighed, realizng that she had been outsmarted, and shook her head, clearly disproving. The distracted Carol, and while it was only a brief second lost, she had to fight back hard to regain her position. However, the tides soon turned when Carol quickly backed her father into a corner, gaining her a small advantage. As Will lept out around a nearby pile of boxes, Caroll sprinted to the other side, her sword ready, and she lept in front of him, knocking his sword from his hands when he least expected it. He laughed. "You got me again!" Carol grinned. "You bet I did!"
And from the shadows, a murmer of agreement could be heard.
A/N: Oooh, I love cliffhangers! (I'm so evil, aren't I?) Review and maybe I'll have the next chapter faster then this one..