Author's Note: okay, let;s make this the permenent disclamer. I OWN NOTHING!!!(cept Emy, still) NEways, I'm trying to make my chapters long. I can't stand short chapters. Okay, on to chapter 4!
Ch. 4 "Success!"
"Are you sure this is going to work?" Will asked skeptically, looking Emy over. He hoped to God it would. Emy's discuise had a few flaws, including her accent.
"Will, don't worry, I kin be ladylike if need be. I simply walk in as Elizabeth's old friend 'Mary' from London, visit with me old friend, and leave when dear ol' da goes to bed."
Will looked her over again noting that she DID look like a lady. The pink dress Jack found for her certainly did look like something of a friend of Elizabeth's.
"Jack," Will said after a moment. "I am inclined to know just who you got this dress from."
"Abeautiful woman mate, savvy?" Jack answered. A little embarrassed to tell them it was his mother's. It had been a challange to get Emy into the dress, since she absolutly despised pink and lace.
"Will, listen," Emy stated. "As long as the letter announcing our plan got to Eilizabeth, this should go off without a hitch."
Later that evening...
About an hour before dinner Emy left for the Swann residence. She played the plan over in her mind one last time before she arrived. She and Elizabeth would talk ilke old friends, spend time in her quarters till her father and the maids went to bed, then meet Will and Jack on the beach east of town, and take off on the Pearl.
The doorstep. It was all up to her now. She was about to bang on the door when she remember to be ladylike, giving a small tap instead. Almost instantly a butler opened the door and motioned for her to enter. Emy smiled at him, taking a few timid steps.
"Who shall I announce?" He asked.
"I am an old friend of Elizabeth's. Mary be my name." The butler raised an eyebrow, but gave a bow and walked to another room. Emy smacked herself on the forhead when he left the room. "IS my name, Mary IS my name!!"
She strained herself up as the butler came back to the entryway with Elizabeth and her father following. The moment Elizabeth saw Emy she cried out "Mary? Mary is that really you?!"
Emy smiled and ran up to Elizabeth, giving her a big hug. Pulling out of the friendly embrace, Emy held Elizabeth's shoulders and said, "Oh my goodness! Elizabeth, it's been so long."
Elizabeth's father cut in. "Well, any friend of Elizabeth's is a friend of mine. Would you care to stay for dinner?"
"Actually father," Elizabeth cut in before Emy could answer. "Mary needs a place to spend the night." She looked pleadingly at her father, who of course gave in.
Dinner was a bit of a challange with all the lies coming out of Emy's mouth. But somehow she made it without falt, and as dinner ended, Elizabeth excused them to her quarters.
Once the door was closed Elizabeth turned and gave Emy a huge hug. "Thank you so much. The danger you are putting yourself into by taking me out of here, its heroic."
"Don't worry 'bout it love. Ain't nuttin' at all. Besides, I have to find some way to make board upon the Black Pearl." Emy told Elizabeth now sitting on the bed.
"You're going to be on the Pearl as well?!" She asked enthusiastically. "So there will be more than just AnnaMaria and I."
"This will be interesting."
Time passed as Emy and Elizabeth chatted into the night. Elizabeth told her how she first met Will, and then how they got involved with Jack and the curse upon the Black Pearl. After a few hours they quited down, listening for all in the household to return to their quarters. A grandfather clock in the foyer struck eleven o'clock. Elizabeth's father had long since turned in, but the servents were still about.
Slowly another half hour passed, and for the last 20 minutes there was silence. Elizabeth lit the small gas lamp and stood. A small bag packed for the voyage. They crept to the door and opened it slightly. Not a light in the manor. Soon they were creaping out the front door and into the street.
The moon lit their way well in its full light, so Elizabeth put out the lamp and left it on the stair. Into the night they ran, from adrenaline to be aboard the Pearl, and fear of being found out.
Elizabeth's father woke in the night. "Must have just been one of the servents." He told himself. Even so he left his room, lamp in hand. A small parchment was left on the floor in the hall outside of Elizabeth's room. He unfolded the parchment and read. 'Emy will come discuised as your old friend Mary, of London. She is to stay with you, and you shall leave at midnight.' He dropped the lamp and ran yelling for his servents. "They have taken Elizabeth! Will! He's kidnapped her!"
Ch. 4 "Success!"
"Are you sure this is going to work?" Will asked skeptically, looking Emy over. He hoped to God it would. Emy's discuise had a few flaws, including her accent.
"Will, don't worry, I kin be ladylike if need be. I simply walk in as Elizabeth's old friend 'Mary' from London, visit with me old friend, and leave when dear ol' da goes to bed."
Will looked her over again noting that she DID look like a lady. The pink dress Jack found for her certainly did look like something of a friend of Elizabeth's.
"Jack," Will said after a moment. "I am inclined to know just who you got this dress from."
"Abeautiful woman mate, savvy?" Jack answered. A little embarrassed to tell them it was his mother's. It had been a challange to get Emy into the dress, since she absolutly despised pink and lace.
"Will, listen," Emy stated. "As long as the letter announcing our plan got to Eilizabeth, this should go off without a hitch."
Later that evening...
About an hour before dinner Emy left for the Swann residence. She played the plan over in her mind one last time before she arrived. She and Elizabeth would talk ilke old friends, spend time in her quarters till her father and the maids went to bed, then meet Will and Jack on the beach east of town, and take off on the Pearl.
The doorstep. It was all up to her now. She was about to bang on the door when she remember to be ladylike, giving a small tap instead. Almost instantly a butler opened the door and motioned for her to enter. Emy smiled at him, taking a few timid steps.
"Who shall I announce?" He asked.
"I am an old friend of Elizabeth's. Mary be my name." The butler raised an eyebrow, but gave a bow and walked to another room. Emy smacked herself on the forhead when he left the room. "IS my name, Mary IS my name!!"
She strained herself up as the butler came back to the entryway with Elizabeth and her father following. The moment Elizabeth saw Emy she cried out "Mary? Mary is that really you?!"
Emy smiled and ran up to Elizabeth, giving her a big hug. Pulling out of the friendly embrace, Emy held Elizabeth's shoulders and said, "Oh my goodness! Elizabeth, it's been so long."
Elizabeth's father cut in. "Well, any friend of Elizabeth's is a friend of mine. Would you care to stay for dinner?"
"Actually father," Elizabeth cut in before Emy could answer. "Mary needs a place to spend the night." She looked pleadingly at her father, who of course gave in.
Dinner was a bit of a challange with all the lies coming out of Emy's mouth. But somehow she made it without falt, and as dinner ended, Elizabeth excused them to her quarters.
Once the door was closed Elizabeth turned and gave Emy a huge hug. "Thank you so much. The danger you are putting yourself into by taking me out of here, its heroic."
"Don't worry 'bout it love. Ain't nuttin' at all. Besides, I have to find some way to make board upon the Black Pearl." Emy told Elizabeth now sitting on the bed.
"You're going to be on the Pearl as well?!" She asked enthusiastically. "So there will be more than just AnnaMaria and I."
"This will be interesting."
Time passed as Emy and Elizabeth chatted into the night. Elizabeth told her how she first met Will, and then how they got involved with Jack and the curse upon the Black Pearl. After a few hours they quited down, listening for all in the household to return to their quarters. A grandfather clock in the foyer struck eleven o'clock. Elizabeth's father had long since turned in, but the servents were still about.
Slowly another half hour passed, and for the last 20 minutes there was silence. Elizabeth lit the small gas lamp and stood. A small bag packed for the voyage. They crept to the door and opened it slightly. Not a light in the manor. Soon they were creaping out the front door and into the street.
The moon lit their way well in its full light, so Elizabeth put out the lamp and left it on the stair. Into the night they ran, from adrenaline to be aboard the Pearl, and fear of being found out.
Elizabeth's father woke in the night. "Must have just been one of the servents." He told himself. Even so he left his room, lamp in hand. A small parchment was left on the floor in the hall outside of Elizabeth's room. He unfolded the parchment and read. 'Emy will come discuised as your old friend Mary, of London. She is to stay with you, and you shall leave at midnight.' He dropped the lamp and ran yelling for his servents. "They have taken Elizabeth! Will! He's kidnapped her!"