Jack liked William immediately. It was only three drinks before he decided
that William would be a very good friend. And it was only five drinks
before he decided that fate had intervened so that he would meet William.
The boy- who, he was almost positive, was older than him- was quite secretive about his past. He was originally from England, and that was about all he offered. Everything else that Jack tried to pry out of him was vague and unclear. Jack had the sneaking suspicion that William was not quite so instantaneous with his friendships as Jack was.
Finally, exasperated, Jack cried, "William, just about every pirate I know has come from England!"
William grinned again. "Yes, but not every pirate you know is like me." And that was all he'd say. So Jack did something very rare: he gave up on him. Well, not completely. After all, he figured he'd have quite awhile to work on him.
L'AMOUR
Isabella knocked on the door to her father's study and waited impatiently. It was only a moment before his voice called out, "Come in."
The door opened from the inside, and her brother Emilio came out, rolling his eyes. She smiled delightedly, and made her way inside, shutting the door behind her. Her father looked up from his papers, and smiled with tired eyes at his daughter. "Good morning, Isabella."
"Good morning, father," she answered, as any good daughter should. She moved to kneel beside the desk, her red dress pooling slightly at her feet. "Father, you do love me, no?"
He sighed, although his eyes were still smiling. "This question never bodes well for me."
Isabella laughed. "Tis only... well... is it truly necessary for Faustine to follow me everywhere?"
"Now Isabella. She's only trying to keep you out of trouble."
"But I do not need keeping out of trouble. I can behave on my own, without her constantly jabbering on and on."
"Honestly, Faustine can't possibly be THAT bad."
"Father, she's OLD." Isabella dragged the word out, making it sound like a fate worse than death. "And she's frumpy, and she'll never mind her own affairs. She has no sense of adventure. At the first sign of a slight wave, she's dragging me home. Please, father? All I do is walk down to the shore and pick seashells. I swear on my life, I won't go anywhere near the docks."
He could feel himself relenting. "Oh, alright. But Isabella, if I hear one word that you were near the docks..."
But Isabella wasn't listening. She leapt to her feet and kissed her father on the cheek. "Thank you, father!" she called, running from the room.
The door swung open after her, leaving her bemused brother to look in. "What was that about?"
Their father sighed. "I let her go down to the shore alone."
Emilio looked shocked. "What? Father! When are you going to stop letting her have her own way? Think of what could happen."
But his father only shrugged. "What can we do, Emilio? She's growing up. There's only so much that we can do to stop her."
L'AMOUR
Isabella hummed to herself, walking back toward the edge of town, where their estate lay. She planned to keep her promise, for now at least, and stay away from the docks. However, her father had said nothing of the parts of town bordering along the docks. She smiled slightly, red lips pursing. She really did feel bad about deceiving her father, but it was the only way she'd ever get near the docks, and the surrounding area. She couldn't explain why she loved it there so much. It was as though her fate was intertwined with that place.
Isabella suddenly raised her eyebrow in interest. Two men were walking down the street intersecting hers, both with dark hair. The one closer to her was slightly shorter, and he had his arm slung around the other man. He looked at her, and Isabella immediately looked down, still feeling his gaze on her even as he walked past. Without thinking, she stopped at the cross- street to watch as he and his friend entered a tavern. If Isabella had been looking for adventure, she had found it.
The boy- who, he was almost positive, was older than him- was quite secretive about his past. He was originally from England, and that was about all he offered. Everything else that Jack tried to pry out of him was vague and unclear. Jack had the sneaking suspicion that William was not quite so instantaneous with his friendships as Jack was.
Finally, exasperated, Jack cried, "William, just about every pirate I know has come from England!"
William grinned again. "Yes, but not every pirate you know is like me." And that was all he'd say. So Jack did something very rare: he gave up on him. Well, not completely. After all, he figured he'd have quite awhile to work on him.
L'AMOUR
Isabella knocked on the door to her father's study and waited impatiently. It was only a moment before his voice called out, "Come in."
The door opened from the inside, and her brother Emilio came out, rolling his eyes. She smiled delightedly, and made her way inside, shutting the door behind her. Her father looked up from his papers, and smiled with tired eyes at his daughter. "Good morning, Isabella."
"Good morning, father," she answered, as any good daughter should. She moved to kneel beside the desk, her red dress pooling slightly at her feet. "Father, you do love me, no?"
He sighed, although his eyes were still smiling. "This question never bodes well for me."
Isabella laughed. "Tis only... well... is it truly necessary for Faustine to follow me everywhere?"
"Now Isabella. She's only trying to keep you out of trouble."
"But I do not need keeping out of trouble. I can behave on my own, without her constantly jabbering on and on."
"Honestly, Faustine can't possibly be THAT bad."
"Father, she's OLD." Isabella dragged the word out, making it sound like a fate worse than death. "And she's frumpy, and she'll never mind her own affairs. She has no sense of adventure. At the first sign of a slight wave, she's dragging me home. Please, father? All I do is walk down to the shore and pick seashells. I swear on my life, I won't go anywhere near the docks."
He could feel himself relenting. "Oh, alright. But Isabella, if I hear one word that you were near the docks..."
But Isabella wasn't listening. She leapt to her feet and kissed her father on the cheek. "Thank you, father!" she called, running from the room.
The door swung open after her, leaving her bemused brother to look in. "What was that about?"
Their father sighed. "I let her go down to the shore alone."
Emilio looked shocked. "What? Father! When are you going to stop letting her have her own way? Think of what could happen."
But his father only shrugged. "What can we do, Emilio? She's growing up. There's only so much that we can do to stop her."
L'AMOUR
Isabella hummed to herself, walking back toward the edge of town, where their estate lay. She planned to keep her promise, for now at least, and stay away from the docks. However, her father had said nothing of the parts of town bordering along the docks. She smiled slightly, red lips pursing. She really did feel bad about deceiving her father, but it was the only way she'd ever get near the docks, and the surrounding area. She couldn't explain why she loved it there so much. It was as though her fate was intertwined with that place.
Isabella suddenly raised her eyebrow in interest. Two men were walking down the street intersecting hers, both with dark hair. The one closer to her was slightly shorter, and he had his arm slung around the other man. He looked at her, and Isabella immediately looked down, still feeling his gaze on her even as he walked past. Without thinking, she stopped at the cross- street to watch as he and his friend entered a tavern. If Isabella had been looking for adventure, she had found it.