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Cap'n Quinn

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Will followed the dark-haired woman through her small house and walked into the living room. She offered him a seat, "Here. Have a seat." She smiled.

"Thank you." He replied. The woman walked out the living room and up the wooden stairs, leaving Will and Jack alone in the green-colored room. A few minutes later, she walked back down the stairs with a curly blonde-haired woman. She looked to be about in her mid-twenties and her eyes were as silver as the bright moon itself. She was surprised at who she saw when she got down the stairs.

"Alice!" She complained, "Why didn't you tell me the prince was here?" She yelled, pulling the younger closer to her to cover herselft up.

"I did! I specifically told you that he was here!"

"I thought you meant outside in the carriage or something! You didn't tell me he was sitting in your living room!" She was shushed by Alice, who dragged her further into the room.

"You'll have to excuse her; she's a bit overdramatic." Alice covered, pushing the blonde in front of her, exposing to Will why she didn't want to come downstairs; she wasn't dressed! The silver-eyed female was dressed in nothing but her nightgown, and her hair was a disheveled mess. On her feet, she wore dirty slippers and her robe was upstairs so her bare shoulders were exposed to everyone.

"Your Highness; this is Grechin Wellington, a family friend of mine." Alice intorduced with a smile. Will waved at Grechin, who quickly tried to cover herself up with her arms, and clumisly waved back with a quiet, "Hi."

"The reason I am here ladies," Will began, "is because I'm looking for someone. But, because she barely looked at me all evening, I haven't a clue as to watch she looks like now. She is blonde, I know that, and she is fair skinned. I wish to search for her around everyone's home to seek out where she is."

The two women nodded at his explaination, "What would you like us to do, Sire?" Alice asked.

"I would like," Will continued, taking the glass slipper from Jack, "for Grechin to try this shoe on." Both Alice and Grechin looked at the shoe, and then back at each other before looking up at Will.

"Why me?"

"Because, as I told you, the woman I'm looking for has blonde hair."

"But wait," Alice piped in, "not to question your duties, Your Highness, but wouldn't you knw what her face looked like?"

"Yes, but I've seen so many women that it's hard to remember how some look exactly. Especially when said female changes their appearance."

Both Alice and Grechin nodded in understandment before Grechin took a seat on a nearby stool, allowing Will to lift her foot into his lap. She watched closely as he slipped the beautiful shoe onto her foot, but it was too small. Will looked up and met her eyes with a sudden sad disappointment in his as he forced a smile onto his face.

Grechin met his eyes with a different kind of disappointment as Will took the shoe off her foot, "I...I guess you have the wrong girl, Your Highness."

"Yes, I guess I do." Will placed the shoe back on the pillow that Jack held and stood up, "Well, miladies, I must be off, and I appreciate you allowing me to borrow a bit of your time." He gave a final nod and walked to the door with Jack at his heels. Before the two got into the carriage, Will heard Grechin call out to him; he turned back to face the half dresseed woman.

"And Prince William," Their eyes met, "I'm sorry that I couldn't be of any help to you." Will cast her a gently smile.

"It's alright, and thank you again." Were his last words before hopping into the carriage and letting the coachman lead them off to the next house.

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"Sylvia, please, calm yourself Child!" A buxom maid insisted as the young woman began to toss her clothes about. Sylivia had not been in a good mood ever since the ball last night; she had come home with a heated temper that no one wanted to be around. The dark-haired woman had practically had lightning bolts storming in her eyes as she raced around the house that nice, ordering the maids and butlers around like crazy. Now, Helga, the oldest maid, had found Sylvia upstairs trashing her room in an effort to find something to wear.

At the sound of her maid, Sylvia snapped around, her long silken black tresses slapping her face as she glared hard at the older woman, "Who are you to tell me what to do?" She yelled.

"Ma'am, please, I know you're upset, but throwing things around and throwing tantrums is no way to act! If your father were here-"

Sylvia did not allow the stout woman to continue, for she had waltzed over to her and cracked the maid on her cheek with the palm of her hand. "Never talk of my father in my prescence. I cannot stand that wretched man, and I don't want to ever hear a single about him escape from your mouth, do you understand me?" Helga was to shocked about being slapped by the younger woman to answer her, causing Sylvia to infuriate even more.

"Answer me!"

Helga quickly recovered from her shock and nodded her head wildly with widened eyes, "Y...yes ma'am."

"Good, now get out so I can finish looking for something to wear. I heard that Prince William was looking all over town for that girl that he was so blasted fond of last night. But I shall not let him find her, for he'll be too enchanted with me, are you catching my drift Helga?" The younger woman had a devious twinkle in her eye that the old maid did not like, and so she backed away and nodded once more.

"Yes, I understand what you're saying. But, wouldn't it be a trifle hard to enchant the prince, Miss? After all, love is such a strong weapon."

"Don't you think I know that?" She screeched. "That is why I plan on making him fall in love with me."

"How are you going to do that in less than two minutes? All he's going to be here for is to get you to try on a shoe. If it doesn't fit he'll just up and leave off to the next house, but if it does fit, he'll..." Helgas trailed off and her mouth formed a large 'O' as realization struck her; Sylvia raised her eybrow.

"He'll make me his bride; exactly. See, I knew you weren't as dense as some people think; now leave me and fix my breakfast."

Helga nodded, "Yes, Miss." And quietly walked out the room, closing the white door behind her.

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Giselle was dressed in a simple white dress today. She didn't feel like dressing up today; today, it was all about being comfortable. Her hair was tied up in its usual curly bun as she walked down the spiraled staircase shouting, "Elizabella! Elizabella get in here!" She walked into the kitchen and took a seat in one of the chairs. A few minutes later, a young female came running down the stairs and into the kitchen. She was already in her work clothes, for she had been awake long before the sun, and her shoulder-lengthed hair was frizzed and in serious need of a good wash.

"Yes, Giselle, what do you need?"

"I need you to boil some water for tea; it's the only thing that will make sure I'm completely refreshed for this afternoon."

Elizabella retied the worn out black apron around her waist so it would stop slipping off and walked to the nearby fireplace. "May I ask why you need to be refreshed for this afternoon?"

"Haven't you heard? Prince William is looking all throughout the land to find that girl he was so enchanted with last night. He plans on going from house-to-house to find her and wed the woman."

Elizabella's heart immediately sped up at her stepsister's words. She lit a fire in the fireplace and took a black kettle out of the cubbord to fill with water. Once it was full, Elizabella placed the kettle on a pole that sat over the fire and then took a sopping cloth out of the soapy sink to wash the kitchen table down.

"Is he?" She asked finally.

"Yes, it will probably take him all afternoon to find this woman too."

"Ah, now I see why you need the tea so badly."

"Exactly." She giggled. "Sometimes, it seems like it's some type of drug that I can't live without." The two chuckled at how true Giselle's words were.

"Well, at least it's better than drinking beer or anything."

"Yeah," Giselle agreed, "Could you imagine me or Estrella ever consuming such a foul drink? I mean, Estrella is already crazy as ever. Getting her drunk would only mean committing suicide." The two laughed at this as Giselle began to imitate how a drunk Estrella would look. She wobbled about and ran into walls, casting goofy grins and laughing like an idiot.

"You're right!" Elizabella laughed, a blush crept into her cheeks at laughing at her other stepsister. By the time the two had finished their conversation, the water in the kettle began to steam and whistle. Elizabella got up out of her chair and walked over the sink to get a potholder. He placed the thick material over her hands and used it as she picked up the scorching kettle. After settling the hot container on the wooden table, she walked over to the cubbords and took out a white mug and green leaves. She placed the cup on the table and poured the steamy water into the mug, adding a teabag and then placing in two leaves to the hot concoction.

"What are the leaves for?"

"Flavor. They're Peppermint Leaves that I grew in the backyard, which is why your tea is always to strong and a little spicy." Elizabella answered as she handed the mug to Giselle.

The bleach blonde took the cup into her hands and stood up as Elizabella placed the kettle in the sink. Giselle made her way to the open doorway, sipping at the tea in her mug. When she got to the doorway, she turned around to say one more thing to Elizabella before she left, "Oh, and Elizabella?"

The brown-eyed woman turned around to face Giselle, "Yes?"

"Don't think that just because we shared a few laughs and giggles, that we're friends now; you're still just my housemaid." With those final words, Giselle took her tea back upstiars with her to her bedroom, leaving Elizabella to stand in the middle of the kitchen alone.

"Of course," She muttered under her breath, "I wouldn't have it any other way."

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It was getting late, and Will still could not find the woman he was looking for. He had successfully checked the houses down on Port Royal Avenue, Pearl Street, and now he was leaving Dauntless Road to check out Interceptor Street. He had been to a total of 116 houses, and none of the women seemed to fit his qualifications.

Now, the coachman guided the large white carriage down the streets and past many playing children. It came to a stop in front of a large brick mansion with a huge cement fountain in the front yard. Will noticed a lake off to the side of the house with a family of ducks swimming in it.

"Wow," He said under his breath, "Someone has money." The door was opened for him and Will stepped out onto the ground. Both he and Jack walked up to the front door of the large home and rang knocked on the door. After a few minute's wait, the door finally opened to reveal a heavy looking maid.

"Ah, there you are, Your Highness." She greeted with a happy grin.

"Uh...so I guess you know my reason for being here?"

"Oh yes, Sire, everyone knows what you're doing today. As a matter of fact, my misstress has been waiting patiently for you to arrive."

"She...she has?"

"Of course. Why don't you come in and we can get started, shall we?"

Will nodded and walked further into the home; his eyes widened tremendously at how big it was, almost as big as his own! The maid led the two men into the parlor where Will found a dark-haired woman dressed in a beautiful wine red gown, a mischievous smile on her young face. "Why hello there, Your Highness, what a pleasant surprise." She purred as she let her long nails gently trace the design on the arm of her velvety chair.

Will's eyes widened with surprise, and also a little horror, "Oh my gosh. Sylvia?"

"The one and only, darling."