Author's Note: So, it looks like I'm going to be starting every chapter by apologising for my lack
of updates, doesn't it? Might as well get it over with... I'msorryIhaven'tupdatedinforever. I hope
there's still someone out there reading this, or I'll feel really insane because I'm talking to myself.
Anyway, regular disclaimer applies as always. Hope you like it.
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E.P.S.:
"Elizabeth! Wake up! Come out of bed this minute you lazy…"
She stopped the annoying noise temporarily by hurling a pillow at
the man who bounced up and down at the foot of her bed. Wait a
second…man? Bed?
In the blink of an eye she slipped out of the bed, grabbed a poker
from the nearby fireplace and brandished it at the intruder. Blinking
rapidly to clear the sleep from her eyes, she saw that the man had
now covered his eyes with his hand and was blushing furiously. Who…?
"Bill?" In a rush, she remembered where she was. The Turner's house,
in the spare bedroom…and that wasn't an intruder…it was her best
friend. But why was he covering his eyes?
She glanced down at herself and saw that she was only wearing her chemise
as a nightgown. Quirking an eyebrow at his expression, she said teasingly,
"What on earth is the matter, Billy?"
She wouldn't have believed it possibly, but he reddened even more and
mumbled something intelligible. Smiling, she decided to spare him his blushes
for now. After all, she had all day to tease her friend.
So, muttering quite audibly about the oddness of landlubbers, she pulled
on a robe that had been left in the room for her. Unfortunately, it belonged
to her godmother, who had a good deal less curves than she did, so it
bunched and bundled in strange places making her feel like a stuffed chicken.
"You can open your eyes now," she said, watching as Bill's now open eyes
widened in laughter at her state of half dress.
Gathering her skirts as graciously as one could in such situations, she
announced with false bravado, "I don't see why you had to close them
in the first place. When we were on the ship you saw me in breeches.
Those revealed more than this little thing ever would."
Bill had regained his composure by now, and fell back into their old
routine of teasing each other, as if they had never been separated.
"Well, back then I didn't have the manners the landlubbers have so
gracefully instilled in me now. We're pirates, remember?" Shooting her
a roguish smile, he said, "You still take forever to get ready do you?
Well, hurry it up. I've got a full day planned. We're going to see the
whole island…or at least the important parts, anyway. So come on,
lazybones, get dressed and lets go."
"Lets see these manners you're raving about. Go on, out of here, if
you want me to get dressed," she said, shooing him out with the poker.
Laughing, he ducked under the swinging rod and quickly picked up a
nearby chair. Using that as a shield while prodding it at her like a lion
tamer, Bill made his way to the fireplace, groping the walls for a weapon.
He grabbed a candlestick off the desk beside him and brandished it at her with a smile.
Elizabeth shook her head at his actions, she hadn't played around like
this in a long time. Just when she was about to respond to his feeble
swipes with the candlestick there was a knock on the door.
"Pearl? Bill? Are you two in there?" Her godmother's voice floated in.
Elizabeth dropped the poker in surprise and quickly kicked it under the
bed, ignoring the sharp pain that flared in her bare foot as she did so.
She saw that Bill had set the chair down and was sitting in it, innocently
examining the candlestick he had been brandishing only moments earlier.
"We're here, Godmama. Come in." Pearl responded, with only a slight
quaver of guilt in her voice. Her godmother entered the room with a large
grey bundle in her arms. Her expression did not waver at the guilty
expressions on the faces of the 'children' before her.
"I know Bill's planning on showing you the island today, and, knowing the
places my son frequents, it would be best if you did not wear the blue
dress you came in." she said. Pearl, considering the odd fit of the robe
she was currently wearing, was not quite sure that she wanted to wear
another garment of her godmother's. Her feelings must have shown on
her face because Elizabeth reassured her by saying, "Don't worry, dear.
This dress belongs to Lucy, the butler's daughter. She's outgrown it now
with the baby on the way, and doesn't mind you using it."
Pearl took the offered dress from her godmother and thanked her.
With a last warning to be careful, Elizabeth Turner left the guest room,
and Pearl and Bill both let out sighs of relief. When they relaxed and
believed that they hadn't been caught, Elizabeth's voice came up to
them from the stairs, "And Bill dear, please don't dent that candlestick.
Its one of my favourites."
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Author's Note Cont.: I uploaded this last week or so, but the last half wasn't up. I don't know why, so I
uploaded it again. The next chapter willcome relatively soon, I promise.
moonlitstarlight: Thank you for reviewing. Phenomenal? Really? Wow...are you sure you'e talking about me?