I know I know don't start a new fanfic when your old one is still not finished. Oh well. Anyways here it is.
PIRATES & LOVE?
chapter 1
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Franchesca leaned on the banister of of her own personal deck in the castle. Fran was a soon to be queen and the pressure was getting to her. She needed out of her prison. Ever since ,the soon to be royal, fran was told her father was dying she was ushered into her room and told of her new husband and how they would rule. She hated it and didn't want to carry out the family "buisness". She decided at that moment she was leaving for the Caribbean. She would meet her good friend Sally and would stay there. Fran began to pack her things. Putting all the essentials into her bag was easy two dresses some unmentionables and she was done. Jumping off the balcony was easy too. She had grabbed a sheet off her bed and tied it to the balcony's banister and hopped down.
Aboard the ship she had sneaked upon, she had found a comfortable spot between a wall, a few crates, and bags of potatoes and oranges. She layed herself down for a bit of a nap when a loud crash echoed from the top deck. Fran sprung up alert and aware of her surroundings. ( What the bloody hell is going on up there! )
"... alright lads let's get the supplies we need and get off this stupid piece of land!" The captain screamed as the pounding of foot steps and hurrays were heard from the main deck.
" Finally my chance to sneak off this hunk of crud." Fran exclaimed with pure venom and joy at the same time. Fran swiftly removed herself from her hidey hole and quietly walked up the rickety old stairs. A very small "crack" was heard in the pure silence as she went tumbling through the dry rotted steps and on to some crates. She waited silently. As if someone were to come for her and keel haul her sorry ass for ever boarding their ship. But nothing came. ( Probably to drunk to even notice ) She thought as she began to walk up ,the now,disfigured steps.
On land an found that she was in port royal not far from where she had been inprisoned. She remembered where the house was from the memory of the Port Royal adventure she had gone on with her father years ago. She passed the pub where Sally's mom worked,she then took two lefts and she was there.
Franchesca felt a little anerved while she knocked on the door of the establishment. That's when Sally's father answered the door.
" Hi, i'm looking for Sally is she here?"
" why would she be here everyone knows she's down at the pub working the tables."
" The pub down the street?"
" Yes the one down the street now please get out of here before i have to call the redcoats on you." Fran ran as fast as possible. ( Guess Sally had to go into her mothers work with no choice. Her jack ass of a father probably didn't help either.) She then recalled the household she had stayed at while in Port Royal. The Govenor/Turner's home. She would surely be alowed to stay there for a while.
As Fran walked up the walkway to the household she felt good about this home. She swiftly knocked on the door and the new butler answered ( THAT'S IMPORTANT!)
"Yes?"
"May I speak to Mrs.Turner please?"
"Right this way." They entered a nicely decorated hallway with paintings and beautiful vases.
"Wait here." He left her in the hall with all her belongings in hand. Then a strange man walked down the stair steps rather loudly.
"Who the bloody hell do the bloody staff think they are trying to give me a bath?. I'll have thei guts for garters when i'm done with 'em"