Pirate's Love: Chapter 3
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The inhabitants of the island stared in wonder as a magnificent ship docked in the bay. Soon three large and equally grand row boats landed at the dock. An older man in splendid clothes got out of the first boat, with the help of a servant, followed by a beautiful woman, in a fancy traveling dress and matching bonnet, Iris. In the other two row boats, servants and many articles of luggage.
A fancy carriage stopped at the end of the dock, followed by a man on a white horse. The man in the carriage was helped out by the driver and the man on the horse got off, standing beside the other man.
"Governor and Commodore, I'm sure." Iris whispered to the older man she had come with, covering her mouth with her hand, pretending a small yawn.
The two men came forward, Iris and the older man bowed respectfully.
"Greeting, visitors. I am the Governor of this Island, Governor Swan, and this is the leader of out naval fleet Commodore Norrington." The Governor said.
"A pleasure to meet you." The older man said bowing once again, "I am Jonathan de Lure, a retired merchant sailor, this is my lovely daughter Iris de Lure." He gestured to her. Iris extended her hand, the governor took it and bowed his head slightly. Then to the Commodore.
"It's a pleasure." Norrington said placing a kiss on her hand, Iris blushed lightly.
"Might I ask where you intend to stay?" Governor Swan asked.
The Commodore's eyes were still on Iris, causing her to look at the ground bashfully, then he turned his eyes to her father.
"We had not planned that. We figured once we landed we would find a place we saw fit." Jonathan replied.
"If you wish you may stay at my estate. We have countless extra rooms, and a full staff of servants, I'm sure you would find it most comfortable." The Governor smiled kindly.
"That is very kind, but we don't wish to oppose." Jonathan answered humbly.
"Not at all, I will have my servants fetch your luggage, and go prepare you rooms."
"I am much obliged, Governor Swan." Jonathan bowed, following him to the end of the dock. Iris followed behind slowly.
"Miss de Lure?" Iris looked up from the ground to see the Commodore, "If it's not to bold for me to ask, how old are you?"
"It is not bold in the least, dear Commodore, and I am twenty, just last month, actually." Iris answered politely, taking the Commodore's offered arm.
"I see, I remember when I was twenty, it was many years ago and a good time of my life, though in recent years my growing rank has been good for me as well." Warrington said.
"My dear Commodore, it could not have been quite so long ago as you make it out to be. Why, I don't think you could possibly be any older than thirty, and I would even have a hard time believing that. If it weren't for your high rank I wouldn't think you were much older than I." Iris complimented.
"Your words flatter me, but there is no need for mendacity." The Commodore returned plainly.
"Good sir, I am an honest woman, you will find no mendacity among my words. I speak only veracity." The Commodore still seemed not to believe her, yet said nothing more, Iris glanced up at him slightly noticing his eyes just moving away from her, she smiled slightly to herself.
"Well, I must be going, Miss de Lure," Norrington said when they reached the end of the dock, "I shall see you at a later date."
"I look forward to that time." Iris said letting go of his arm.
"Why not tonight?" Said Governor Swan, butting in, "Feel free to have supper with us tonight, Commodore."
Iris' face lit up, to the notice of the Commodore. "Well, I suppose I could." He glanced at Iris, she blushed and looked at the ground. "I shall see you tonight then." Iris looked back up at him and smiled. "It was nice to meet you, sir." He said to Jonathan then got on his horse and rode off.
"Well, shall we go then?" Said the Governor, "My servants will be back to get your things." With that he climbed into the waiting carriage, followed by Jonathan and Iris.
"You know the Commodore is a very respectable man, he's not married either," Governor Swan glanced at Iris, who blushed lightly, "Once he had taken up a fancy with my daughter, but she was in love with a black smith, William Turner, they're married now."
"William Turner." Iris thought, "the man I'm supposed to get is married to the Governor's daughter. Wonderful…"