---Sorry I took FOREVER but, I had terrible writers block!
Good Morning!
"Tea is at one O' clock sharp," Mrs. Winthrop, the housekeeper said. "Dinner is at seven O' clock sharp. Breakfast is at nine O' clock sharp. Supper is at one O' clock sharp."
"You could cut yourself on those times," Jack muttered.
"I beg your pardon?"
"Nothing, madam," Jack said with a weak attempt at a polite smile.
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Jo's eyes opened to see ornate gold and red patterns floating above her head. She frowned and as her eyes adjusted she looked around to her left. She found she was in a large canopy bed. A very fine canopy bed with four posts made of rich dark wood. The bed curtains were closed as well.
Jo turned her head to the right and reached out, pulling a curtain back. She saw that there was a man in a chair by the bed. It was the Commodore! He was asleep. His arms were crossed and his head drooped down, causing strands of uncovered brown hair to fall into his face.
The sudden fear that she expected to feel did not arrive, instead warmth stirred inside Jo's heart. She slowly sat up. She did not get dizzy so she knew it was safe to slip out of bed to take a closer look. She noticed that she was in a cozy cotton nightshift as she got up out of bed. Jo stood before the chair and pushed her long wavy black hair out of her eyes and bent down to see his face.
The Commodore looked like a little boy, to Jo, when he was in repose. She tentatively reached out her hand and gently brushed his hair away from his eyes. She was greatly startled when his eyes opened.
James smiled sleepily up at her and Jo felt her breath catch. Suddenly his eyes closed again. Jo frowned in a bit of confusion when she thought she smelled rum. She then spotted a half empty bottle of the stuff sitting by the chair. She picked it up and examined it briefly.
"Why, Commodore . . .!" she exclaimed in a whisper, although a smile was playing on her lips.
Jo put the bottle down and looked around. "This must be the Commodore's house," she thought and wondered what brought on this further fit of generosity. As she looked around she saw a screen had been set up and a beautiful golden colored gown of striped silk taffeta with a checked pattern. The sleeves were lined with linen and the skirt edges were finished with pinking. There were delicate ruffles around the square collar and around the cuffs. There were also fresh white undergarments for her to wear including stays and side hoops.
Jo gleefully stepped behind the screen and began to dress.
James stirred again, but this time his eyes opened all the way and stayed open. He frowned at the headache that was immediately brought to his attention. He had meant to sleep on the sofa in the study but had, obviously, fallen asleep while keeping an eye on Josephine's condition, last night.
James stumbled towards the basin that sat on the top of a nightstand past the screen he had a maid put up last night. He was so sleepy and out-of- sorts he did not notice the bed curtains were open and the bed devoid of its occupant.
When Norrington passed by the screen he heard a loud screech and turned to find Josephine in the provided undergarments and holding the provided gown up against her chest.
Norrington jumped. "Oh! I am so sorry I—" The Commodore was turning a bright red hue.
"Oh, not at all Commodore, you just startled me that's all."
"I . . . what?" James looked the young woman up and down; although she was still using the gown for cover, she was in a completely relaxed state.
"I want to thank-you so much for the beautiful gown. It's indescribably lovely!"
"Y-you're welcome . . ." James gulped, edging away from her towards the door.
"Wait, don't you want to see me put it on?" Jo asked stepping towards him.
"No! No, I think I shall leave you to dress in peace . . . I . . . goodbye." The Commodore raced out the door and swiftly shut it behind him.
Once his footsteps faded into the distance Josephine burst into fits of loud laughter. "Oh, the poor man!" she gasped out before going into another tirade. When she finally calmed down and caught her breath she finished dressing. Then, with one last giggle she opened the door and went in search of the breakfast room.
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I hope you liked it! Ciao! Review, please and thank-you!
Good Morning!
"Tea is at one O' clock sharp," Mrs. Winthrop, the housekeeper said. "Dinner is at seven O' clock sharp. Breakfast is at nine O' clock sharp. Supper is at one O' clock sharp."
"You could cut yourself on those times," Jack muttered.
"I beg your pardon?"
"Nothing, madam," Jack said with a weak attempt at a polite smile.
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Jo's eyes opened to see ornate gold and red patterns floating above her head. She frowned and as her eyes adjusted she looked around to her left. She found she was in a large canopy bed. A very fine canopy bed with four posts made of rich dark wood. The bed curtains were closed as well.
Jo turned her head to the right and reached out, pulling a curtain back. She saw that there was a man in a chair by the bed. It was the Commodore! He was asleep. His arms were crossed and his head drooped down, causing strands of uncovered brown hair to fall into his face.
The sudden fear that she expected to feel did not arrive, instead warmth stirred inside Jo's heart. She slowly sat up. She did not get dizzy so she knew it was safe to slip out of bed to take a closer look. She noticed that she was in a cozy cotton nightshift as she got up out of bed. Jo stood before the chair and pushed her long wavy black hair out of her eyes and bent down to see his face.
The Commodore looked like a little boy, to Jo, when he was in repose. She tentatively reached out her hand and gently brushed his hair away from his eyes. She was greatly startled when his eyes opened.
James smiled sleepily up at her and Jo felt her breath catch. Suddenly his eyes closed again. Jo frowned in a bit of confusion when she thought she smelled rum. She then spotted a half empty bottle of the stuff sitting by the chair. She picked it up and examined it briefly.
"Why, Commodore . . .!" she exclaimed in a whisper, although a smile was playing on her lips.
Jo put the bottle down and looked around. "This must be the Commodore's house," she thought and wondered what brought on this further fit of generosity. As she looked around she saw a screen had been set up and a beautiful golden colored gown of striped silk taffeta with a checked pattern. The sleeves were lined with linen and the skirt edges were finished with pinking. There were delicate ruffles around the square collar and around the cuffs. There were also fresh white undergarments for her to wear including stays and side hoops.
Jo gleefully stepped behind the screen and began to dress.
James stirred again, but this time his eyes opened all the way and stayed open. He frowned at the headache that was immediately brought to his attention. He had meant to sleep on the sofa in the study but had, obviously, fallen asleep while keeping an eye on Josephine's condition, last night.
James stumbled towards the basin that sat on the top of a nightstand past the screen he had a maid put up last night. He was so sleepy and out-of- sorts he did not notice the bed curtains were open and the bed devoid of its occupant.
When Norrington passed by the screen he heard a loud screech and turned to find Josephine in the provided undergarments and holding the provided gown up against her chest.
Norrington jumped. "Oh! I am so sorry I—" The Commodore was turning a bright red hue.
"Oh, not at all Commodore, you just startled me that's all."
"I . . . what?" James looked the young woman up and down; although she was still using the gown for cover, she was in a completely relaxed state.
"I want to thank-you so much for the beautiful gown. It's indescribably lovely!"
"Y-you're welcome . . ." James gulped, edging away from her towards the door.
"Wait, don't you want to see me put it on?" Jo asked stepping towards him.
"No! No, I think I shall leave you to dress in peace . . . I . . . goodbye." The Commodore raced out the door and swiftly shut it behind him.
Once his footsteps faded into the distance Josephine burst into fits of loud laughter. "Oh, the poor man!" she gasped out before going into another tirade. When she finally calmed down and caught her breath she finished dressing. Then, with one last giggle she opened the door and went in search of the breakfast room.
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I hope you liked it! Ciao! Review, please and thank-you!