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Stow Away
Chapter 3
Cassandra stared at the house from the gate. She just knew she was going to be in trouble by the time she got back. She frowned, remembering her mothers sudden outburst of authority. Determination renewed, she headed down the cobblestone drive.
She'd calm down by the docks…offer her mother some apologies, hopefully receive some…and then they'd most likely agree to a truce. Satisfied with her prediction she made her way to the shore.
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Elizabeth sighed inwardly as she thought of the argument.
"Maybe I should have waded into it." She thought. Startled from her thoughts by someone clearing their throat, she looked up to see her husband framed in the doorway.
He sat down across from her.
"Are you going to tell me what happened?" He asked "Or am I going to have to coax it out of you?"
"I…I decided she had to shape up. Become a proper young lady…I saw her dressed like, like a boy…and told her to change. She refused, she ran…and here we are." She shrugged. "She'll be back by the evening…I have no doubt. She always comes back by nightfall."
Will patted her shoulder. "You really are to hard on her, you know." He told her in his daughters defense.
Elizabeth scowled at him. "Oh really?" She asked angrily.
Will shrugged. "She is her own person…she doesn't like the same things as you, you know…she's not you." He told her.
"EH!" She said angrily. "Who asked you anyway!" And with that she trudged out, knowing deep down that he was right.
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Cassandra was sitting on the side of 'The Dauntless'. The crew was busily making repairs and cleaning the deck. Every so often one of the sailors would come over and prompt her to head home. Each time she would simply grunt in response, and they would leave.
It was at that moment that she was shaken from her thoughts by a hand resting on her shoulder. Commodore Norington stared down at her.
"Cassandra." He said simply. "I think you should be heading home now."
She stared at him blankly. Generally, Commodore Norington didn't mind her being aboard. He always thought it was better for her to be surrounded by the Royal Navy and under his watchful eye than wandering around the Port aimlessly.
She knew that Commodore Norington had once courted her mother. She had somehow ended up with her father, however, a simple blacksmith. Cassandra had asked how this happened many times while she was younger, but her parents had just ruffled her hair and told her that they'd tell her later. Eventually she had stopped asking. She honestly didn't care terribly. Commodore Norington seemingly harbored no ill will, and Cassandra had come to think of him as somewhat of an Uncle figure.
She rolled her eyes at him and put her head in her hands.
"Not yet." She said, reveling in the enchanting smell of the sea.
The Commodore lowered his brows in concern.
"I'll be home before it gets dark." She said simply. Seeing that he was still unsure of weather to send her home now or not, she smiled and said "I promise."
He nodded, satisfied with the promise. He turned; ready to get back to his duties, when he stopped short. Hearing his intake of breath, Cassandra turned around. The silhouette of a dark ship could be seen on the horizon. As it came closer, a flag could be seen among the many mainsails. A flag with a skull and crossed blades, the international symbol for pirates…
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Okay…so Captain Jack Sparrow will come in the next one. Meh…not like anyone's reading to be disappointed anyways.