Author Rambling:: I am so sorry about not getting this up sooner, as I know
a few of you have stated in your reviews that you wanted more. Well I could
go into a long description of how stressful collage can get..but I wont.
However before I let you move on to the story I would like to answer one of
your questions....
"is this like a will and Lizzy romance and mara and jack romance just asking if not its all kewl :)"
I was not really planning on making this a romantic story...and I was also considering leaving Liz out...but as Mara and Jack goes.....it MIGHT be...I don't know if I want to yet we shall just see how it goes....^_^
Mara awoke gently from her deep sleep. The sun was shining through a window above her bed and bathed the small little room in a pleasant light. With a soft groan Mara sat up in her bed and stretched her arms over her head trying to shake off the sleepiness that still clung to her. Suddenly she realized something....this wasn't her bed. She climbed out of the bed quickly and began to look around her in a bit of a panic. Soon however she remembered all that had happened the previous night. She had been freed from her almost emanate fate of swinging from the gallows, but thrown into slavery. She wasn't entirely sure which was worse. With a heavy sigh Mara sat back down and felt her head sink down into her lap as she felt her eyes well up with tears.
Before her first tear hit the ground there came a soft knock on the door. She looked up startled to find the man that had brought her home last night. She quickly whipped her eyes and stood up. "I am sorry I must have slept in late....." "No, its okay. I...um thought you would be hungry so I have some breakfast here..." Will said meekly from just beyond the door.
Mara gave him a half hearted smile before reaching up and entwining a finger in a lock of hair and nervously twirling it about. A bad habit of hers, she could not help but think of her aunt who had always told her it would make her hair fall out one day. "Thank you..." She finally managed to say.
Will opened the door farther with his foot and stepped in carrying a tray with a simple bowl of porridge. "Its not much but its something I suppose...." He commented as he set it down on the table next to the bed and calmly sat down next to her. "I don't mean to pry, but there are a few things that I am curious to know. Like how exactly did you become..." He paused for a moment and took a deep breath before continuing on. "A slave....."
Mara folded her hands in her lap amongst her layered skirt and sighed. She was by no means going to tell him the truth. Who knew how he would react and after all Port Royal was known for is dislike of Pirates. She sat there quietly for a few moments as she thought of something acceptable that she could tell him. Finally an idea formed. "It's a long story....do you really want to here it?" She asked tilting her head to the side and giving him her best sad smile.
Will nodded. "Yes....after all you are going to be staying with me for a while I would very much like to know a little about you. If you tell me your story, I will tell you mine." He said quietly giving her a gentle encouraging smile.
"Well I suppose if you put it like that.....how could I refuse?" Mara said looking down at her hands in her lap. After a few moments of silence Mara looked up at Will and took a deep breath. "You see, may native land is Ireland, and people there aren't exactly the richest folk around. So when I came of age I started to work at the docks as a fish vendor. It may not have been the greatest job in the world, but I was happy. I could provide for my family there and that was enough for me....." She said whimsically as she looked off into thin air. "Well no good thing lasts forever, and so the day came our quite little seaside town was ransacked by pirates and I was taken captive...." Mara stood up from the bed and sighed wrapping her arms around her. She turned away from him to hide a small smile that turned up the corners of her mouth. The part about the pirates wasn't exactly a total lie after all she DID join a crew, she just left out the part of how she ran away from home and joined willingly. Finally whipping the smile from her face she turned back to Will. "From there I was sold to crew after crew until finally I ended up in the hands of this commodore Norrington...." She took a deep breath and covered her face with her hands as she forced herself to let out a chocked sob. There was a moment of silence and Mara feared that she had overdone it and he could see right through her, but instead she felt a pair of strong arms wrap around her and give her a gentle hug.
"I am SO sorry.....leave it to me, but I shall find a way to help you." Will said trying to comfort her as he gave her a reassuring hug. He stepped back and looked at her to see what reaction she would have to his words.
Mara was surprised at how he took it, she never expected him to react this way and suddenly she felt an unfamiliar pain in the pit of her stomach. It was guilt. Should she really have told him such a lie? Well it was a little to late to go back now she smiled sweetly at him. "Thank you, you have no idea how much it means to me..." Mara said quietly. Somehow it did mean a lot to her, no one had every said such a thing to her and strangle enough it came from a man that she hardly knew at all.
They both stood there quietly as if waiting for something else to happen and when nothing did, Will laughed uncomfortably and scratched the back of his head. His gaze drifted about the room and finally it came back to Mara. "I...um...guess you should...eat your breakfast. After all you must be starved. Its not much but I promise its good..." With that Will quickly bowed and left the room and Mara.
When he was gone Mara sighed and rubbed her forehead in disgust at herself. Look at what you have done! The one person who wanted to be your friend and help, you had to go and lie too! She thought angrily as she sat down and began to eat what was left for her. She took only the first bit before looking down in astonishment. It really was good!
Dear Diary,
Date unknown
I have been living with Will Turner for two or three weeks now. Its amazing how time seems to go by so quickly here. Despite my title going from Captain to Slave, I really do enjoy his company. That is also the reason I have not gotten much time to write. I have been so busy, the life of a blacksmith is not an easy one. Especially for poor Will. Every day we wake up early and enjoy a quite breakfast before he starts work on his latest project. I try my best to help in any way I can, but most of the time all I end up doing it running errands for him or cleaning. My expertise is deffinatly not with irons. Once we are done with a days work we usually have some form of dinner, depending on how much money we had made. He usually does the cooking as well because I can not. I honestly did try one night, but lets just say it did not turn out as well as I would have hoped that it would. Will does not seem to mind though, I think he rather enjoys cooking. Well if my days had stayed like this I would suspect that I would have written more, but it had to change one day because of a simple mistake on my part.
One day maybe a week or so ago, I am never sure anymore, I thought Will had left like he sometimes did on occasions to see his fair Elizabeth. So when I found myself alone my buccaneer instinct took over and I just had to try out one of Will's swords. It was quite beautiful I must say, pearl and gold inlayed handle. The balance was perfect, and it was sharpened to a deadly accuracy. I picked it up in my hands and swung it about feeling the familiar weight. Well I became rather involved in refreshing my memory with the blade, so I did not notice the creaking of the old wood door and the heavy steps of Will returning. Well when he found me with the sword I don't quite think he knew what to say. I had to quickly talk my way out of it. I told him that I had learned from one of my masters. Well ever since then after he is done working him and I would practice together. I do enjoy our time together, but it seems that Will asks more and more questions about my past. I fear that my lies will run into each other, but still I seem to evade him. Maybe some day I will manage to drum up the courage and tell him the truth....
"is this like a will and Lizzy romance and mara and jack romance just asking if not its all kewl :)"
I was not really planning on making this a romantic story...and I was also considering leaving Liz out...but as Mara and Jack goes.....it MIGHT be...I don't know if I want to yet we shall just see how it goes....^_^
Mara awoke gently from her deep sleep. The sun was shining through a window above her bed and bathed the small little room in a pleasant light. With a soft groan Mara sat up in her bed and stretched her arms over her head trying to shake off the sleepiness that still clung to her. Suddenly she realized something....this wasn't her bed. She climbed out of the bed quickly and began to look around her in a bit of a panic. Soon however she remembered all that had happened the previous night. She had been freed from her almost emanate fate of swinging from the gallows, but thrown into slavery. She wasn't entirely sure which was worse. With a heavy sigh Mara sat back down and felt her head sink down into her lap as she felt her eyes well up with tears.
Before her first tear hit the ground there came a soft knock on the door. She looked up startled to find the man that had brought her home last night. She quickly whipped her eyes and stood up. "I am sorry I must have slept in late....." "No, its okay. I...um thought you would be hungry so I have some breakfast here..." Will said meekly from just beyond the door.
Mara gave him a half hearted smile before reaching up and entwining a finger in a lock of hair and nervously twirling it about. A bad habit of hers, she could not help but think of her aunt who had always told her it would make her hair fall out one day. "Thank you..." She finally managed to say.
Will opened the door farther with his foot and stepped in carrying a tray with a simple bowl of porridge. "Its not much but its something I suppose...." He commented as he set it down on the table next to the bed and calmly sat down next to her. "I don't mean to pry, but there are a few things that I am curious to know. Like how exactly did you become..." He paused for a moment and took a deep breath before continuing on. "A slave....."
Mara folded her hands in her lap amongst her layered skirt and sighed. She was by no means going to tell him the truth. Who knew how he would react and after all Port Royal was known for is dislike of Pirates. She sat there quietly for a few moments as she thought of something acceptable that she could tell him. Finally an idea formed. "It's a long story....do you really want to here it?" She asked tilting her head to the side and giving him her best sad smile.
Will nodded. "Yes....after all you are going to be staying with me for a while I would very much like to know a little about you. If you tell me your story, I will tell you mine." He said quietly giving her a gentle encouraging smile.
"Well I suppose if you put it like that.....how could I refuse?" Mara said looking down at her hands in her lap. After a few moments of silence Mara looked up at Will and took a deep breath. "You see, may native land is Ireland, and people there aren't exactly the richest folk around. So when I came of age I started to work at the docks as a fish vendor. It may not have been the greatest job in the world, but I was happy. I could provide for my family there and that was enough for me....." She said whimsically as she looked off into thin air. "Well no good thing lasts forever, and so the day came our quite little seaside town was ransacked by pirates and I was taken captive...." Mara stood up from the bed and sighed wrapping her arms around her. She turned away from him to hide a small smile that turned up the corners of her mouth. The part about the pirates wasn't exactly a total lie after all she DID join a crew, she just left out the part of how she ran away from home and joined willingly. Finally whipping the smile from her face she turned back to Will. "From there I was sold to crew after crew until finally I ended up in the hands of this commodore Norrington...." She took a deep breath and covered her face with her hands as she forced herself to let out a chocked sob. There was a moment of silence and Mara feared that she had overdone it and he could see right through her, but instead she felt a pair of strong arms wrap around her and give her a gentle hug.
"I am SO sorry.....leave it to me, but I shall find a way to help you." Will said trying to comfort her as he gave her a reassuring hug. He stepped back and looked at her to see what reaction she would have to his words.
Mara was surprised at how he took it, she never expected him to react this way and suddenly she felt an unfamiliar pain in the pit of her stomach. It was guilt. Should she really have told him such a lie? Well it was a little to late to go back now she smiled sweetly at him. "Thank you, you have no idea how much it means to me..." Mara said quietly. Somehow it did mean a lot to her, no one had every said such a thing to her and strangle enough it came from a man that she hardly knew at all.
They both stood there quietly as if waiting for something else to happen and when nothing did, Will laughed uncomfortably and scratched the back of his head. His gaze drifted about the room and finally it came back to Mara. "I...um...guess you should...eat your breakfast. After all you must be starved. Its not much but I promise its good..." With that Will quickly bowed and left the room and Mara.
When he was gone Mara sighed and rubbed her forehead in disgust at herself. Look at what you have done! The one person who wanted to be your friend and help, you had to go and lie too! She thought angrily as she sat down and began to eat what was left for her. She took only the first bit before looking down in astonishment. It really was good!
Dear Diary,
Date unknown
I have been living with Will Turner for two or three weeks now. Its amazing how time seems to go by so quickly here. Despite my title going from Captain to Slave, I really do enjoy his company. That is also the reason I have not gotten much time to write. I have been so busy, the life of a blacksmith is not an easy one. Especially for poor Will. Every day we wake up early and enjoy a quite breakfast before he starts work on his latest project. I try my best to help in any way I can, but most of the time all I end up doing it running errands for him or cleaning. My expertise is deffinatly not with irons. Once we are done with a days work we usually have some form of dinner, depending on how much money we had made. He usually does the cooking as well because I can not. I honestly did try one night, but lets just say it did not turn out as well as I would have hoped that it would. Will does not seem to mind though, I think he rather enjoys cooking. Well if my days had stayed like this I would suspect that I would have written more, but it had to change one day because of a simple mistake on my part.
One day maybe a week or so ago, I am never sure anymore, I thought Will had left like he sometimes did on occasions to see his fair Elizabeth. So when I found myself alone my buccaneer instinct took over and I just had to try out one of Will's swords. It was quite beautiful I must say, pearl and gold inlayed handle. The balance was perfect, and it was sharpened to a deadly accuracy. I picked it up in my hands and swung it about feeling the familiar weight. Well I became rather involved in refreshing my memory with the blade, so I did not notice the creaking of the old wood door and the heavy steps of Will returning. Well when he found me with the sword I don't quite think he knew what to say. I had to quickly talk my way out of it. I told him that I had learned from one of my masters. Well ever since then after he is done working him and I would practice together. I do enjoy our time together, but it seems that Will asks more and more questions about my past. I fear that my lies will run into each other, but still I seem to evade him. Maybe some day I will manage to drum up the courage and tell him the truth....