The Governors Daughter
The Tear Stained Cheeks
By Isabelle Depp
Celeste had fallen asleep satisfied with the fact they were heading strait for Tourtuga. She was having a peaceful sleep, dreamless, and energizing when she was awake by a gun shot and a young girls scream. Celeste ran out of the cabin and into the hall where she saw three military officers with guns pointing at a small girl, maybe 14 years old. She had been shot in the leg and was crying her brains out. Celeste stared at the officers in horror. Why would they shoot such a young girl? Her intentions couldn't be criminal. She probably couldn't stand her mum either. Celeste ran thought the officers pushing them to the ground and embracing the girl.
"Shhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh," was all she said, rocking her back and fourth. She ripped off part of her dresses sleeve and wrapped it around the shot. When the girl calmed down Celeste picked her up and carried to the cabin. She laid her down on her bed and walked into the bathroom where she grabbed the only washcloth left and dampened it with cold water. She walked back to the girl and sat the cloth on her forehead. "Shhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh," she said again, still trying to calm her. Finally the girl stopped all her crying and looked at Celeste. "So, what are you doing on here?" Celeste asked the girl with the tear stained cheeks.
"Well" she sniffed "My mum died. I've got no where to go now. I thought I could, I don't know, start a life in Port Smith. There no one knows me or my mum. They might accept me, take me in. I could have a new family there. Maybe even get a boyfriend." Celeste chuckled at the girl. Her leg was just shot and here she is talking about boyfriends. "Have you ever had one? A boyfriend that is," the girl asked Celeste.
"Um, I did once, but her was a real jerk. How's your leg?"
"My leg? Oh! My leg. It hurts, but I can't really feel it any more. I can't believe you ruined you beautiful dress just from my leg. What's you name?"
"Celeste." She smiled. 'What an eager girl' she thought. "And what's you name?"
"I'm Lydia. My friends call me Liddie. How old are you, you look 21. Are you old enough to drink? I've always wanted rum!"
"I'm 17. I've had rum, and it's really not really that good. That Jack Sparrow makes it sound like heaven. How old are you?"
"I'm 13. Well 14 really. My birthday was two days ago, I cant get used to being 14, its weird."
"Why is it weird?"
"Don't know." Lydia looked at Celeste, who was un-wrapping the cloth around her leg. "Ouch!" she said, laughing at the startled Celeste.
"You scared me you little brat" Celeste told her playfully. "I'm going to go rinse this off." Celeste ran off into the bathroom again and dipped the bloody cloth in a pail of warm water. As she was rinsing the cloth there was a pound at the door. Celeste dropped the cloth and ran to the door, just cracking it open, trying not to let anyone see Lydia.
"Celeste" Commodore Norrington said sternly standing at the door. "Where's that girl? No matter why shes on the ship, you know the consequence for hiding away on a government ship. You also know the consequence for helping a person hide from the law. Now please, LET ME IN"
"Commodore! Do you even know why the girls here. Do you know how old she is? She's bloody 14! Her mum died. She just wanted to get away from these damned Port Royal snobs! Why do you think I'm on here?"
"I DONT CARE! LET ME IN! NOW!" Commodore yelled.
"No!" Celeste looked back at Lydia, who was once again crying, but this time, she was silent, trying not go give herself away.
"Celeste Don't make me do this" Commodore said, pulling out a gun. "Commodore? What? What are you doing? Put the gun down! COMMODORE!"
BANG
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Juicy huh? Well what do you think? I didn't know hoe to get in any more drama, I'm not good with Mary-Sues or dramatic writing. Well, I didn't it, Celeste was deceived by Commodore. Is he really a good man?
Disclaimer: I have an agenda book, a black skirt, a Dell computer, and a Cannon scanner. Anything PotC like in there? Good. DON'T SUE ME!
The Tear Stained Cheeks
By Isabelle Depp
Celeste had fallen asleep satisfied with the fact they were heading strait for Tourtuga. She was having a peaceful sleep, dreamless, and energizing when she was awake by a gun shot and a young girls scream. Celeste ran out of the cabin and into the hall where she saw three military officers with guns pointing at a small girl, maybe 14 years old. She had been shot in the leg and was crying her brains out. Celeste stared at the officers in horror. Why would they shoot such a young girl? Her intentions couldn't be criminal. She probably couldn't stand her mum either. Celeste ran thought the officers pushing them to the ground and embracing the girl.
"Shhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh," was all she said, rocking her back and fourth. She ripped off part of her dresses sleeve and wrapped it around the shot. When the girl calmed down Celeste picked her up and carried to the cabin. She laid her down on her bed and walked into the bathroom where she grabbed the only washcloth left and dampened it with cold water. She walked back to the girl and sat the cloth on her forehead. "Shhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh," she said again, still trying to calm her. Finally the girl stopped all her crying and looked at Celeste. "So, what are you doing on here?" Celeste asked the girl with the tear stained cheeks.
"Well" she sniffed "My mum died. I've got no where to go now. I thought I could, I don't know, start a life in Port Smith. There no one knows me or my mum. They might accept me, take me in. I could have a new family there. Maybe even get a boyfriend." Celeste chuckled at the girl. Her leg was just shot and here she is talking about boyfriends. "Have you ever had one? A boyfriend that is," the girl asked Celeste.
"Um, I did once, but her was a real jerk. How's your leg?"
"My leg? Oh! My leg. It hurts, but I can't really feel it any more. I can't believe you ruined you beautiful dress just from my leg. What's you name?"
"Celeste." She smiled. 'What an eager girl' she thought. "And what's you name?"
"I'm Lydia. My friends call me Liddie. How old are you, you look 21. Are you old enough to drink? I've always wanted rum!"
"I'm 17. I've had rum, and it's really not really that good. That Jack Sparrow makes it sound like heaven. How old are you?"
"I'm 13. Well 14 really. My birthday was two days ago, I cant get used to being 14, its weird."
"Why is it weird?"
"Don't know." Lydia looked at Celeste, who was un-wrapping the cloth around her leg. "Ouch!" she said, laughing at the startled Celeste.
"You scared me you little brat" Celeste told her playfully. "I'm going to go rinse this off." Celeste ran off into the bathroom again and dipped the bloody cloth in a pail of warm water. As she was rinsing the cloth there was a pound at the door. Celeste dropped the cloth and ran to the door, just cracking it open, trying not to let anyone see Lydia.
"Celeste" Commodore Norrington said sternly standing at the door. "Where's that girl? No matter why shes on the ship, you know the consequence for hiding away on a government ship. You also know the consequence for helping a person hide from the law. Now please, LET ME IN"
"Commodore! Do you even know why the girls here. Do you know how old she is? She's bloody 14! Her mum died. She just wanted to get away from these damned Port Royal snobs! Why do you think I'm on here?"
"I DONT CARE! LET ME IN! NOW!" Commodore yelled.
"No!" Celeste looked back at Lydia, who was once again crying, but this time, she was silent, trying not go give herself away.
"Celeste Don't make me do this" Commodore said, pulling out a gun. "Commodore? What? What are you doing? Put the gun down! COMMODORE!"
BANG
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Juicy huh? Well what do you think? I didn't know hoe to get in any more drama, I'm not good with Mary-Sues or dramatic writing. Well, I didn't it, Celeste was deceived by Commodore. Is he really a good man?
Disclaimer: I have an agenda book, a black skirt, a Dell computer, and a Cannon scanner. Anything PotC like in there? Good. DON'T SUE ME!