Disclaimer: See chappie one. I'm too lazy to write it again.
A/N: I hope this chapter is as good as the last. I don't like the governor so I cut most of his dialogue out. And Elizabeth is just prissy 'cause I don't like her either. I'm looking for a beta for it. Or any other stories I may put up at some point.
Thanks to: oH tHe InSaNiTy... thanks my dear means a lot that you like it.
: Novalea... Thank you for reviewing!! I'll try not to disappoint and keep the excitement going.
Sunlight made patterns on the ground as Brigid ran to the main house. She ran through the back door as fast as her long legs would carry her. Carlson, the butler, glared disapprovingly at her and then smiled. Not much was known about Brigid here; no one knew she had been raised by pirates (for the most part). Everyone saw her as a spirited young woman who was the only one that could stand her own against "Miss" Elizabeth's temper. To them she was just a little scamp, and she kept it that way.
As she neared the parlor she could hear voices, "Will how many times must I ask you to call me Elizabeth?" She sneered at her mistress' back.
"At least once more Miss Swann, as always," he replied looking slightly embarrassed. Brigid smirked when Elizabeth went rigid. She did not like the prissy brunette any more than she liked being away from the sea, but both were unavoidable while Will remained in Port Royal.
"Good day Mr. Turner."
"Good day... Elizabeth..."
The young gypsy heard the last part, and growled. Will would have to accept his blood eventually, and since that was the case he couldn't go falling in love with a well to do woman. She studied the young man as he walked down the cobblestone path. He was tall, and slim, surprising because he was a blacksmith. His muscles while defined were not large; he was small for his chosen profession. He looked a lot like Bootstrap, especially in the face, but had his mother's hair. His brown waves lit up with a stray beam of sunlight glowing brown, red, and gold all at the same time.
Brigid mentally slapped herself as she saw him getting further away. She ran after him, hiking up her skirts so she wouldn't fall. She was fast, but the skirts slowed her down. "WILL! WAIT!"
He turned, and ended up getting plowed into by Brigid, who couldn't stop. They fell to the ground, Will's head blocked from hitting the stones by her arm. He grinned up at her, and for a moment her heart jumped into her throat. She stared down at him, amethyst clashing with brown in a strong gaze. Her friend's grin turned into a smirk. She smiled.
"Hello..."
A/N: Sorry it's so short, but my train of thought got interrupted.
A/N: I hope this chapter is as good as the last. I don't like the governor so I cut most of his dialogue out. And Elizabeth is just prissy 'cause I don't like her either. I'm looking for a beta for it. Or any other stories I may put up at some point.
Thanks to: oH tHe InSaNiTy... thanks my dear means a lot that you like it.
: Novalea... Thank you for reviewing!! I'll try not to disappoint and keep the excitement going.
Sunlight made patterns on the ground as Brigid ran to the main house. She ran through the back door as fast as her long legs would carry her. Carlson, the butler, glared disapprovingly at her and then smiled. Not much was known about Brigid here; no one knew she had been raised by pirates (for the most part). Everyone saw her as a spirited young woman who was the only one that could stand her own against "Miss" Elizabeth's temper. To them she was just a little scamp, and she kept it that way.
As she neared the parlor she could hear voices, "Will how many times must I ask you to call me Elizabeth?" She sneered at her mistress' back.
"At least once more Miss Swann, as always," he replied looking slightly embarrassed. Brigid smirked when Elizabeth went rigid. She did not like the prissy brunette any more than she liked being away from the sea, but both were unavoidable while Will remained in Port Royal.
"Good day Mr. Turner."
"Good day... Elizabeth..."
The young gypsy heard the last part, and growled. Will would have to accept his blood eventually, and since that was the case he couldn't go falling in love with a well to do woman. She studied the young man as he walked down the cobblestone path. He was tall, and slim, surprising because he was a blacksmith. His muscles while defined were not large; he was small for his chosen profession. He looked a lot like Bootstrap, especially in the face, but had his mother's hair. His brown waves lit up with a stray beam of sunlight glowing brown, red, and gold all at the same time.
Brigid mentally slapped herself as she saw him getting further away. She ran after him, hiking up her skirts so she wouldn't fall. She was fast, but the skirts slowed her down. "WILL! WAIT!"
He turned, and ended up getting plowed into by Brigid, who couldn't stop. They fell to the ground, Will's head blocked from hitting the stones by her arm. He grinned up at her, and for a moment her heart jumped into her throat. She stared down at him, amethyst clashing with brown in a strong gaze. Her friend's grin turned into a smirk. She smiled.
"Hello..."
A/N: Sorry it's so short, but my train of thought got interrupted.