Well, after the third chapter, I'm probably going to do this every weekend,
because it takes a while to copy the words. But please review. PLEASE!!
This story is more work than even the College Years.
She woke with a start. She was much older now than in her dream. Colina got up and took the Ring from a hiding place and looked at it as critically as she had in her dream, rubbing the eye of Ra on it before putting it around her slender neck. There was a knock on her door.
"Colina? Are you alright?" her father asked. She threw on a robe and hid the artifact beneath her clothes.
"Are you decent?"
"Yes. Yes," she said as her father walked in with several maids.
"Still abed at this hour?" he asked as the maids opened the curtains to let the bright sun in. "It's a beautiful day. I have a gift for you today."
A servant held out a dress and she took it.
"It's beautiful, father. May I inquire as to the occasion?"
"Does a father need an occasion to dote upon his daughter?"
She skeptically rolled her eyes and went to get dressed with the two maids.
"Actually," Gov. Santeros said guiltily, "I had hoped you'd wear it to Lieutenant Kaiba's promotion ceremony..."
"I knew it!"
"Commodore Kaiba, as he's about to become."
She allowed the maids to clothe her.
"A fine man. He fancies you, you know."
Colina gasped as a corset was tightened around her midsection.
"Colina, how's it coming?"
"Difficult to say," she replied with extreme effort.
"I'm told it's the latest fashion in London."
"Well, women in London must have learned how not to breathe," she croaked.
Just then, a man walked in.
"Milord, you have a visitor."
Outside, a young man, neatly dressed, though with quite untidy shoulder blade length lavender locks and a long parcel, bounced nervously on the balls of his feet. He touched a candle holder on the wall and it broke away with a loud bang sound.
'Just my luck,' he thought, hiding it in an umbrella stand ruefully.
"Mr. Bakura. Good to see you again."
"Good day, sir. I have your order," Ryou Bakura replied, opening the box on a table. The governor pulled the magnificent blade out of its sheath.
"Well."
"The blade is folded steel," Bakura said eagerly. "That's gold filigree laid into the handle."
The governor looked at the handle in approval.
"If I may..." Ryou said, holding his hands out to receive the sword. Gov. Santeros held it to him, which the young man took and balance on his index and middle fingers.
"Perfectly balanced. The tang is nearly the full width of the blade."
Ryou threw up the sword, startling the governor, then caught it expertly and held it to the older man.
"Ahem. Impressive. Very impressive. Commodore Kaiba will be very pleased. Pass my compliments on to your master."
Bakura grinned widely. "I-I shall!" he said excitedly. "A craftsman is always pleased to hear that his work is appreciated."
The governor and Bakura turned to see Colina, in her dress, coming down the stairs.
"Colina, you look absolutely stunning," the governor said to her.
"Ryou!" she said, beaming down on the light haired boy. It's so good to see you. You know I had a dream about you..."
"A dream about me?" Bakura said, politely surprised.
"Yes," Gov. Santeros said. "That is entirely proper for you-"
"About the day we met, do you remember?"
"How could I forget, Miss Santeros?"
"Bakura, how many times must I tell you to call me Colina?"
"At least once more, as always, Miss Santeros."
"There, see?" her father said. "At least the boy has a sense of propriety. Come, Colina, we really should be going."
Colina turned her brown eyes to Ryou's more dazzling chocolate ones. "Good day, Mr. Bakura."
She went to her carriage. It was then that something in Bakura's head clicked into place. He ran after her.
"Good day...Colina..."
She turned to him and permitted him a small smile.
'He always was slow to catch on with his feelings. Well, sometimes...'
AT THE PORT
A man surveyed the ships at Port Royal from the crow's nest of his steadily sinking boat. He was lean, but very muscular, had ragged shoulder length lavender hair that was held in a small ponytail, malicious brown eyes, and a jagged slash running down his right eye and intersected by two other jagged lines horizontally. His skin was an Egyptian tan and he wore no shirt, exposing his very strong upper body. He had a gun with one bullet, a sword, and several well kept knives, the main one being held in his boot, as his weapons. He slid down the small mast and attempted to frantically empty his boat of the excess water with a bucket. It was then that he passed a warning of three hanging pirate bodies.
PIRATES, YE BE WARNED, read a grubby sign.
He bowed his head in what seemed to be respect, then flashed a sinister grin as dangerous as his eyes as he did a two finger salute.
His bucket floated by some sailors and drew their attention to his boat, which had sunken so low, that he could step easily from the crow's nest onto the dock, where he stepped onto it with his heavy boots and began to tromp to the mainland.
"Hey-hold up there!"
A man with sea-green hair stopped him from walking any further.
"It's a shilling to tie up your boat," Espa Roba said, motioning to the thin mast. "And I shall need to know your name.
The mysterious stranger strode to Espa and placed three pieces of silver on his book.
"Whaddya say to three shillings, and we ditch the name, savvy?"
"Take it, Espa!" said a short look-alike of the older boy.
"Welcome to Port Royal, Mr. Smith."
"Thank you, my good man."
The mystery man walked away, but took a moment to grab a small pouch lying around.
"You've just been bested by the King of Thieves," he sneered, jingling the coins.
There ya go. And I'm taking this end of the chapter moment to thank Mina- Chan for being such a nice person. And I think I will read some of your stories. They must rock, coming from such a nice person like you. SEE YA'LL LATER!!! ^___^
She woke with a start. She was much older now than in her dream. Colina got up and took the Ring from a hiding place and looked at it as critically as she had in her dream, rubbing the eye of Ra on it before putting it around her slender neck. There was a knock on her door.
"Colina? Are you alright?" her father asked. She threw on a robe and hid the artifact beneath her clothes.
"Are you decent?"
"Yes. Yes," she said as her father walked in with several maids.
"Still abed at this hour?" he asked as the maids opened the curtains to let the bright sun in. "It's a beautiful day. I have a gift for you today."
A servant held out a dress and she took it.
"It's beautiful, father. May I inquire as to the occasion?"
"Does a father need an occasion to dote upon his daughter?"
She skeptically rolled her eyes and went to get dressed with the two maids.
"Actually," Gov. Santeros said guiltily, "I had hoped you'd wear it to Lieutenant Kaiba's promotion ceremony..."
"I knew it!"
"Commodore Kaiba, as he's about to become."
She allowed the maids to clothe her.
"A fine man. He fancies you, you know."
Colina gasped as a corset was tightened around her midsection.
"Colina, how's it coming?"
"Difficult to say," she replied with extreme effort.
"I'm told it's the latest fashion in London."
"Well, women in London must have learned how not to breathe," she croaked.
Just then, a man walked in.
"Milord, you have a visitor."
Outside, a young man, neatly dressed, though with quite untidy shoulder blade length lavender locks and a long parcel, bounced nervously on the balls of his feet. He touched a candle holder on the wall and it broke away with a loud bang sound.
'Just my luck,' he thought, hiding it in an umbrella stand ruefully.
"Mr. Bakura. Good to see you again."
"Good day, sir. I have your order," Ryou Bakura replied, opening the box on a table. The governor pulled the magnificent blade out of its sheath.
"Well."
"The blade is folded steel," Bakura said eagerly. "That's gold filigree laid into the handle."
The governor looked at the handle in approval.
"If I may..." Ryou said, holding his hands out to receive the sword. Gov. Santeros held it to him, which the young man took and balance on his index and middle fingers.
"Perfectly balanced. The tang is nearly the full width of the blade."
Ryou threw up the sword, startling the governor, then caught it expertly and held it to the older man.
"Ahem. Impressive. Very impressive. Commodore Kaiba will be very pleased. Pass my compliments on to your master."
Bakura grinned widely. "I-I shall!" he said excitedly. "A craftsman is always pleased to hear that his work is appreciated."
The governor and Bakura turned to see Colina, in her dress, coming down the stairs.
"Colina, you look absolutely stunning," the governor said to her.
"Ryou!" she said, beaming down on the light haired boy. It's so good to see you. You know I had a dream about you..."
"A dream about me?" Bakura said, politely surprised.
"Yes," Gov. Santeros said. "That is entirely proper for you-"
"About the day we met, do you remember?"
"How could I forget, Miss Santeros?"
"Bakura, how many times must I tell you to call me Colina?"
"At least once more, as always, Miss Santeros."
"There, see?" her father said. "At least the boy has a sense of propriety. Come, Colina, we really should be going."
Colina turned her brown eyes to Ryou's more dazzling chocolate ones. "Good day, Mr. Bakura."
She went to her carriage. It was then that something in Bakura's head clicked into place. He ran after her.
"Good day...Colina..."
She turned to him and permitted him a small smile.
'He always was slow to catch on with his feelings. Well, sometimes...'
AT THE PORT
A man surveyed the ships at Port Royal from the crow's nest of his steadily sinking boat. He was lean, but very muscular, had ragged shoulder length lavender hair that was held in a small ponytail, malicious brown eyes, and a jagged slash running down his right eye and intersected by two other jagged lines horizontally. His skin was an Egyptian tan and he wore no shirt, exposing his very strong upper body. He had a gun with one bullet, a sword, and several well kept knives, the main one being held in his boot, as his weapons. He slid down the small mast and attempted to frantically empty his boat of the excess water with a bucket. It was then that he passed a warning of three hanging pirate bodies.
PIRATES, YE BE WARNED, read a grubby sign.
He bowed his head in what seemed to be respect, then flashed a sinister grin as dangerous as his eyes as he did a two finger salute.
His bucket floated by some sailors and drew their attention to his boat, which had sunken so low, that he could step easily from the crow's nest onto the dock, where he stepped onto it with his heavy boots and began to tromp to the mainland.
"Hey-hold up there!"
A man with sea-green hair stopped him from walking any further.
"It's a shilling to tie up your boat," Espa Roba said, motioning to the thin mast. "And I shall need to know your name.
The mysterious stranger strode to Espa and placed three pieces of silver on his book.
"Whaddya say to three shillings, and we ditch the name, savvy?"
"Take it, Espa!" said a short look-alike of the older boy.
"Welcome to Port Royal, Mr. Smith."
"Thank you, my good man."
The mystery man walked away, but took a moment to grab a small pouch lying around.
"You've just been bested by the King of Thieves," he sneered, jingling the coins.
There ya go. And I'm taking this end of the chapter moment to thank Mina- Chan for being such a nice person. And I think I will read some of your stories. They must rock, coming from such a nice person like you. SEE YA'LL LATER!!! ^___^
