You Forget One Very Important Thing Mate – (10)
Oh the joy and wonder of being locked in your room! Ashley thought, as she sat on the edge of her bed.
She didn't regret fighting with Jack, in fact she knew that there would be many more fights with her father. Elizabeth, well there was definitely going to be tension between them. Maybe she would let Ashley go back to the Pearl? But did Jack really want her back?
He knew that she was his daughter, did he care?
No.
Her mind wasn't clear, and mostly filled with plans of escaping from the prison Elizabeth had made for her. But the more Ashley pondered these plans the more she found faults. People would catch her, she had no weapons and no friends near by. The fact that she didn't have the right attire wasn't a problem; her old clothes had been cleaned, mended and returned to her; as requested. They were now folded neatly on the end of her bed. And sometimes, when Ashley knew she would be left alone in her room for a long time, she removed the heavy and clingy dresses Elizabeth made her wear and put on her old clothes. Often she would close her eyes and dream of being back on the Pearl, and forget everything that had happened since she arrived in Port Royal.
"Miss?" There came the familiar voice of Mary, one of the Governor's maids, she unlocked the door and entered carrying a large, silver tray.
"Aye?" Ashley asked, she knew she had to keep up her unladylike manner.
"Miss Swann insists that you eat your luncheon in here," Mary replied, setting the tray down on the oak desk.
"Good," Ashley sneered, sticking her nose up in the air and pretending not to care; although she set upon the tray ravenously after Mary had gone again,.
Surprisingly, there came another knock at the door. Ashley suspected it was Will or Elizabeth, demanding apologies and that she sorted out her behavior or there would be consequences. What were they going to do? Throw her into the streets? That would be just what she was wishing for.
However, sadly her suspicions were wrong.
"Jack?" She mumbled, sending a spray of breadcrumbs into the air.
"Your supposed to be gone by now," Ashley continued.
"Aye, but after that little show, Elizabeth suggested that I stay another day," Jack replied, "Got anything to say?"
"Yes... I'm out of butter, Damnit!" Ashley replied smugly, knowing fell well that Jack wanted her to apologize to Elizabeth.
Little did she know it, but Jack had a small smirk on his face too; he turned to look at her.
"Elizabeth's very upset you know,"
"So am I,"
"You have no reason to be sad,"
"I think I do Jack. ONE: I've been locked up in this prison, with Elizabeth trying to turn me into a 'woman' against my will. TWO: I'm being forced to wear dresses and they took my weapons away. THREE: Almost everybody in this bloody house despises me, especially you,"
"I don't despise ye love,"
"Well, why didn't you save me?"
"I couldn't. Elizabeth is right, you need to have the best life possible, if ye came with me on the Pearl…"
"If I came with you, what?...I might get caught and hanged? I hardly think that would bother me, in Tortuga I could have been caught for stealing and been hanged at any minute. So don't tell me I'm to young, I've seen death, my friends, the other street children. Hanged for taking a mere loaf of bread to stop the little ones starving," Ashley exclaimed, her face sheer misery personified.
"I have to be going Ashley, there's…things I have to do," Jack muttered, and he left the room, locking it tightly.
Some father you are, you son of a bilge rat! If you won't bloody rescue me, then Ill just have to rescue myself! You'll see! You'll all see...