4: Learning to trust
The next morning I woke, to find Elizabeth sitting on the bed reading a book.
"Good morning. I brought you breakfast" she said when she seen me wake.
"Good morning" I replied.
"I must say its good to have another female on board." She then toned her voice down to a whisper, as if someone was listening. "I was starting to feel out numbered, not that the crew would do anything" She smiled.
I smiled back. "Been on board long?" I asked biting into the fruit. It tasted delicious.
"About a year now. I used to live in Port Royal."
"Wait, you're the Governor's daughter, aren't you?" I asked.
"Yeah, how'd you know?"
"I have seen you a couple times. I remember now. You wore those really beautiful dresses. I always envied that about you, not that corsets are by any means comfortable"
Elizabeth smiled. "Yes I must say these pirate clothes are more easier to get into," she added. "Speaking of which, I brought you some spare clothes of mine, I gathered you look about the same size as me."
"Thank you" I beamed. "That's so nice of you, and thanks for bringing me the food. I haven't had a meal like this in years"
"Well what are friends for" she said. "Do you need a hand getting changed?" she asked nicely.
"Not if its any trouble, I still feel a bit weak. My bodies not used to having meals so often. Hopefully I can put a few pounds back on."
"Yeah, It will probably take you a couple weeks to regain your full strength, but maybe today you could come out on the deck and sit with me. It's a beautiful day out there," she said helping get off my dress. I felt a little ashamed, but I was used to that feeling. She must have noticed my pirate brand, because she smiled at my wrist. I got on the brown pants she'd given to me and the baggy white shirt. She helped me put on the vest. We looked very similar now. We wore the same shirt, except my pants and vest were a darker brown than hers. She was right though; we had a likeness in our figures, although I was slightly curvier in the hips, but probably bonier from my lack food. And I had a bit more cleavage than her. She smiled, admiring her generosity.
"Can we go out deck now?" I asked impatiently. "I've missed being on the sea."
"I noticed that you had a pirate mark"
"Yeah…" I hesitated in telling her. "My father was a pirate and I spent the first sixteen years of my life on the ocean."
She smiled. I smiled back. I felt I could trust Elizabeth. If I couldn't trust men, I could trust her.
As soon as I exited the cabin, I felt the same rush I did as a kid from the ocean. The wind whipped through my tangled hair. I felt the ocean's mist, spray against my face. I should have really brushed my hair and washed my face, but I didn't care. I was home. Even though I hadn't had a lot of strength I had more than what I was used to, and felt it great to be unrestricted. Elizabeth walked me around the deck, introducing all the crewmembers to me. For pirates they were all polite and welcoming. They cracked a few jokes; obviously they were aware of my past ordeal and were trying to cheer me up. But it felt more than that. Did they know I was a pirate? I thought. Elizabeth was the only one who knew at this point. I should really tell Jack. He ought to know, he'd already gone to so much trouble to save me from my horrible life. Being honest to him was the least I could possibly do. I'd wait for the opportune moment though, for now Elizabeth and I sat at the tip of the ship, and chatted. She told me about how her and Will met and how they met Jack Sparrow.
"So you left your life in Port Royal to live at sea?" I asked.
"Yeah… Will and I love it out here. Jack offered us a place on his ship. I must say with Jack being the captain we run into odd circumstances, but that's Jack for you"
"I love that about the sea, not knowing one day from the next."
We both stared out at the ocean.
"It's beautiful" I commented.
"It truly is," she said sincerely.
I knew then, that despite Elizabeth being raised among riches she had a heart for the sea. I knew we would get along fine. She may not be pirate by blood, but she was in her heart.
I returned to Jacks cabin a few moments later. I sat at the table and looked at all the maps. Many were yellowed with aged, but they were marvellously drawn. I was growing tired again, and decided to go back to sleep. I lay in the bed, thinking. I'm actually free from my prisoner life. Jack seemed trustworthy and my heart seemed to want to let him in. I could task the risk of letting him in, time will tell. Maybe there was hope after all. I hadn't needed to cry myself asleep since being on The Black Pearl. Was I really free at last? I couldn't convince myself it was true, not yet anyway. You could never take too much of a good thing for granted. I was sure of that.
Sorry that the chapters are short, they all vary in size. I don't mean to do short ones its just how they turned out!!!! Please review, xox