Juliet Sparrow looked out over the dark water singing softly, "Yoho,
yoho. A pirates life for me."
"Ah. My favorite song," her father said as he walked up behind her.
"I know." She bite her lip. Finally she said, "Father? Why do I have to go to Port Royal?"
Her father sighed. "Listen Love. I need to get a very important message to a very important person." He raised an eyebrow in thought. "Well at least I think he's important. Maybe he's dead. Maybe..."He shook his head. He was getting off track. "Anyways, there are some people there that dont like me very much. So that's why I need you to go there for me. Savvy?"
Juliet forced a smile. "Savvy," she said and turned back to the water.
Juliet rowed to shore muttering to herself. "Damn messages. Damn port." She reached shore and tied up her boat.
"That'll be three shillings and a name, miss." Said a well dressed man with a slave right at his heels.
Juliet didnt really like people who kept slaves. It bothered her. But she smiled sweetly and said. "How 'bout I give you seven shillings and we forget the name?"
The man smiled greedily and said, "Have a nice day Miss Smith."
"Thank you my good man." Juliet smiled. On her way to the nearest tavern, she picked a pocket that more than made up for her loses. She walked into the tavern Carters and up to the bar.
She got the bartender's attention, which doesnt usually take alot, and said, "I'm here to see Malven Carter," just as her father had told her to do.
"Why do you want to see him for?" He asked, tossing a white towl over his shoulder and smiling.
Juliet smiled back and flirtingly said, "It's a very, very important errand."
"I'll be right back."
Juliet waited for him to get back and picked the pockets closest to her. She smiled at the simplarity of it. She looked up and saw the bartender coming back. "Well?"
"He wants to know who's calling please."
She smiled. "Just tell him that Juliet says she wants to see her favorite Uncle."
He looked at her funny. "Vennie dont have no kin."
"Are you questioning me? Dont you think I'd know who is and is not my uncle?"
"Well-"
"Would you just go tell him please?" She glared impatiently.
"Sure. Whatever." he walked away looking slightly confused.
"Juliet! My dear! What are you doing here?! Where is your father?" Malven Carter said smiling as he came from the back of the tavern.
Juliet smiled and hugged him. "I've missed you Uncle Vennie! My father is at sea I'm sorry to say. He sent me here to find someone and since I dont know where to look, I figured you'd be able to help me."
"When must you report back to your father?" He looked at her thoughtfully.
"Oh," she thought for a minute, "I'd say about a week from now. Very important business he says."
Vennie smiled secretively. "Whom may I ask are you looking for my dear?"
"Can we speak in private, Uncle?"
"Of course my dear! Come with me to my office." He led the way to the back of the tavern, then through a small door. "First: you must be famished my dear." he said when the got in his office. "Still a vegitarian?"
"Of course Uncle," Juliet smiled as she sat down.
"Seth!" The bartender entered. "Would you get Juliet some hot potatoes, and the fixings for a salad?" he turned to Juliet, "What kind of drink and dressing do you want?"
"Butter, cheese, and mulled wine please."
"OK." Seth said, then turned and left.
"Now we really should catch up, you and I," Vennie said cheerfully. "Why the last time I saw you, you were what? Five?"
Juliet blushed. "Seven, Uncle Vennie."
"That's right! So how old are you now? Twelve?"
"No. I'm fifteen. I just had a birthday last month."
"Well then. You really should get a birthday present, dont you think?"
"It's alright Uncle Vennie," she said hastily. "You really dont have to."
Vennie huffed, "Course I do. What kind of Favorite Uncle would I be if I didnt?" He smiled and pulled a box down from a shelf. "Here you go, my dear."
"Thank you Uncle Vennie," she kissed him on the cheek. Juliet gasped as she opened the box. She pulled out a dress of the latest fashion, made of fine silk and lace. It was just her size.
"You knew!" She screeched happily.
"Of course I knew. I keep up with the going ons of my only neice. I sent a letter to your father months ago for you measurements."
Juliet threw her arms around him, "I've never had anything so fancy since I was with Mother. But how am I supposed to wear it? I live and work on a boat."
"We'll find a way. Now who was it that you were sent here to find?"
"William Turner. Do you know where I can find him?"
"Yes. I'll send word tonight and you can go see him tomorrow. You can wear your dress, otherwise they might not let you in." Vennie chuckled.
"Thank you, Uncle." She hugged him again. Seth brought in the food.
Juliet waited in the main hall of the Govenor's house the next day at noon. She looked around and tried to keep her face impassive. She'd never been in any house as nice as this.
"Mr. Turner will recieve you in the sitting room."
Juliet jumped. The servent's voice had startled her. "Thank you." She followed him down a long, wide hallway.
When she entered the hallway she was greeted by a man that couldn't be over 30. "Are you Will Turner?"
"Yes. And this is my wife, Elizabeth," he gestured toward the young woman who was seated beside him. "Please sit."
"Thank you, Sir, but I'm only here to diliver a message and return with your answer." She handed him a small envelope. She watched him open it, read it, and return it to the envelope.
"Why would he trust you with this kind of information?" Will asked finally.
"We have a long history."
"What's your name?"
"Juliet Sparrow."
Elizabeth looked at her with interest. "His neice?"
"His daughter."
"Well," she said, "I didn't know Jack had any children. How old are you?"
"I'm fifteen."
Will, who had been writing something down on a piece of paper, said, "I didnt know he had any children either. It's been ten years since I last saw him. How come he never mentioned you?"
"Probably because he didnt know about me. My mother never told him. I was five when she left me with him. Just after you two went your separte ways I believe."
"Ah. Will you stay for dinner?"
"I would have to ask my uncle, Sir."
"Well you do that dear. It's nice to have a mature woman around here."
"Forgive me for asking, but do you not have servants here? Or slaves?"
"Yes, but they dont like to talk."
"Ah." ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~~*~ A/N: Yea, yea I know it sucks, but Im working on it.
"Ah. My favorite song," her father said as he walked up behind her.
"I know." She bite her lip. Finally she said, "Father? Why do I have to go to Port Royal?"
Her father sighed. "Listen Love. I need to get a very important message to a very important person." He raised an eyebrow in thought. "Well at least I think he's important. Maybe he's dead. Maybe..."He shook his head. He was getting off track. "Anyways, there are some people there that dont like me very much. So that's why I need you to go there for me. Savvy?"
Juliet forced a smile. "Savvy," she said and turned back to the water.
Juliet rowed to shore muttering to herself. "Damn messages. Damn port." She reached shore and tied up her boat.
"That'll be three shillings and a name, miss." Said a well dressed man with a slave right at his heels.
Juliet didnt really like people who kept slaves. It bothered her. But she smiled sweetly and said. "How 'bout I give you seven shillings and we forget the name?"
The man smiled greedily and said, "Have a nice day Miss Smith."
"Thank you my good man." Juliet smiled. On her way to the nearest tavern, she picked a pocket that more than made up for her loses. She walked into the tavern Carters and up to the bar.
She got the bartender's attention, which doesnt usually take alot, and said, "I'm here to see Malven Carter," just as her father had told her to do.
"Why do you want to see him for?" He asked, tossing a white towl over his shoulder and smiling.
Juliet smiled back and flirtingly said, "It's a very, very important errand."
"I'll be right back."
Juliet waited for him to get back and picked the pockets closest to her. She smiled at the simplarity of it. She looked up and saw the bartender coming back. "Well?"
"He wants to know who's calling please."
She smiled. "Just tell him that Juliet says she wants to see her favorite Uncle."
He looked at her funny. "Vennie dont have no kin."
"Are you questioning me? Dont you think I'd know who is and is not my uncle?"
"Well-"
"Would you just go tell him please?" She glared impatiently.
"Sure. Whatever." he walked away looking slightly confused.
"Juliet! My dear! What are you doing here?! Where is your father?" Malven Carter said smiling as he came from the back of the tavern.
Juliet smiled and hugged him. "I've missed you Uncle Vennie! My father is at sea I'm sorry to say. He sent me here to find someone and since I dont know where to look, I figured you'd be able to help me."
"When must you report back to your father?" He looked at her thoughtfully.
"Oh," she thought for a minute, "I'd say about a week from now. Very important business he says."
Vennie smiled secretively. "Whom may I ask are you looking for my dear?"
"Can we speak in private, Uncle?"
"Of course my dear! Come with me to my office." He led the way to the back of the tavern, then through a small door. "First: you must be famished my dear." he said when the got in his office. "Still a vegitarian?"
"Of course Uncle," Juliet smiled as she sat down.
"Seth!" The bartender entered. "Would you get Juliet some hot potatoes, and the fixings for a salad?" he turned to Juliet, "What kind of drink and dressing do you want?"
"Butter, cheese, and mulled wine please."
"OK." Seth said, then turned and left.
"Now we really should catch up, you and I," Vennie said cheerfully. "Why the last time I saw you, you were what? Five?"
Juliet blushed. "Seven, Uncle Vennie."
"That's right! So how old are you now? Twelve?"
"No. I'm fifteen. I just had a birthday last month."
"Well then. You really should get a birthday present, dont you think?"
"It's alright Uncle Vennie," she said hastily. "You really dont have to."
Vennie huffed, "Course I do. What kind of Favorite Uncle would I be if I didnt?" He smiled and pulled a box down from a shelf. "Here you go, my dear."
"Thank you Uncle Vennie," she kissed him on the cheek. Juliet gasped as she opened the box. She pulled out a dress of the latest fashion, made of fine silk and lace. It was just her size.
"You knew!" She screeched happily.
"Of course I knew. I keep up with the going ons of my only neice. I sent a letter to your father months ago for you measurements."
Juliet threw her arms around him, "I've never had anything so fancy since I was with Mother. But how am I supposed to wear it? I live and work on a boat."
"We'll find a way. Now who was it that you were sent here to find?"
"William Turner. Do you know where I can find him?"
"Yes. I'll send word tonight and you can go see him tomorrow. You can wear your dress, otherwise they might not let you in." Vennie chuckled.
"Thank you, Uncle." She hugged him again. Seth brought in the food.
Juliet waited in the main hall of the Govenor's house the next day at noon. She looked around and tried to keep her face impassive. She'd never been in any house as nice as this.
"Mr. Turner will recieve you in the sitting room."
Juliet jumped. The servent's voice had startled her. "Thank you." She followed him down a long, wide hallway.
When she entered the hallway she was greeted by a man that couldn't be over 30. "Are you Will Turner?"
"Yes. And this is my wife, Elizabeth," he gestured toward the young woman who was seated beside him. "Please sit."
"Thank you, Sir, but I'm only here to diliver a message and return with your answer." She handed him a small envelope. She watched him open it, read it, and return it to the envelope.
"Why would he trust you with this kind of information?" Will asked finally.
"We have a long history."
"What's your name?"
"Juliet Sparrow."
Elizabeth looked at her with interest. "His neice?"
"His daughter."
"Well," she said, "I didn't know Jack had any children. How old are you?"
"I'm fifteen."
Will, who had been writing something down on a piece of paper, said, "I didnt know he had any children either. It's been ten years since I last saw him. How come he never mentioned you?"
"Probably because he didnt know about me. My mother never told him. I was five when she left me with him. Just after you two went your separte ways I believe."
"Ah. Will you stay for dinner?"
"I would have to ask my uncle, Sir."
"Well you do that dear. It's nice to have a mature woman around here."
"Forgive me for asking, but do you not have servants here? Or slaves?"
"Yes, but they dont like to talk."
"Ah." ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~~*~ A/N: Yea, yea I know it sucks, but Im working on it.