Yes Susan is a bit of a jerk, isn't she? (Susan clenches her hands into fists) Uh...But she is my favorite original character EVER, right guys? (Will and Elizabeth nod fervently)
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Disclaimer: You can't possibly think that I'm making any money off of this, cuz I'm not. I don't own any characters from POTC, but I do own Margaret and, unfortunately, Susan. (Susan glares) Um...I'm so lucky, aren't I? Oh yeah; I also own the cook and Mary.
5. Peasant Boy
Elizabeth sighed as she watched Will walk alongside Margaret out of the window. She shut the curtains and crossed her arms, wondering what she should do now. She had only been with Will for a few weeks and it already seemed that she didn't know what to do with herself when he wasn't around to keep her company.
She laughed. Wasn't that odd? She was used to keeping herself entertained. Simple things like counting the number of clouds in the sky had evolved into a pastime. She had never really had any real friends before, and she hoped the Will was becoming one. Sometimes she wondered if he really enjoyed being around her or he just acted that way so that he wouldn't hurt her feelings. Elizabeth frowned.
"Now you must do something!" she said to herself, pacing around the room. "You cannot sit up here all day." She paused, playing with the end of her sleeve. "Perhaps you could see the parlor..."
That sounded good enough. Elizabeth strode purposefully from the room and shut the door behind her, skipping down the stairs and coming to stand next to her father in the parlor entrance, looking around.
"What do you think?" he asked, taking her hand.
Elizabeth hesitated. "It...It looks a lot like it did last time."
Captain Norrington laughed. Elizabeth had not known that he was there, and she whirled around to look at him. She hated when people laughed at her like that. It made her feel so young and stupid.
"Why don't you run along, dear?" Gov. Swann smiled. "Norrington and I have a lot to discuss."
Elizabeth sighed. "All right." She walked away dejectedly, wandering aimlessly throughout the house.
'Nothing to do...Nothing...Nothing at all.'
'There is nothing to do...Nothing...Not a single thing.'
'This is incredibly boring.'
Elizabeth stopped outside of the kitchen. She could see the cook and Mary with their heads together, gossiping. Elizabeth looked around to see if anyone was coming, and quickly tiptoed behind them to hide in the pantry, holding her breath to see if they'd noticed her. When they didn't turn around or say anything, she crossed her legs and strained her ears to hear them speaking.
This was not the first time that Elizabeth had eavesdropped on either of them. In fact, it had been quite a fond hobby of hers ever since she had been eight. They knew everything that was going on with everyone in Port Royal, it seemed, and Elizabeth gathered a lot of information from both of them. She was careful to never let anyone know her interest in this activity. Even she knew that it would get her more than a reprimand from more than one person.
"You know that girl, Margaret's daughter? Susan?" Cook was saying, slicing something.
Mary nodded. She was trying to pretend that she was working but was doing a poor job of it. "Yes, that ugly little brat?"
"Well, she told me that the boy that they found out in the ocean is going to be staying in the servants' quarters!"
Mary gasped, trying to look animated. "He's staying here?"
Now it was Cook's turn to nod. "Can you believe it, them taking in strange dirty faced children like that? It just isn't proper."
Elizabeth felt her face grow hot. What did she mean, 'strange dirty faced children'? She leaned forward, wondering if she'd heard correctly.
"You know," Mary began, going back to acting like she was doing something, "after the governor arrived with his daughter, I discovered that my cross was missing."
Elizabeth rolled her eyes. She knew what Mary was talking about. Mary was always bragging about this gaudy looking metal cross that had been 'passed down through generations' in her family. She wore it on Sundays to church and occasionally on important holidays. It was a hideous piece of jewelry. It fit Mary perfectly.
"What, are you saying that you think that the boy did it?"
Mary shrugged her shoulders. "I don't know, but he looks like a devious little demon to me. And have you heard him talk? Such language!"
'Such language'! He was the one who called her Miss Swann!
"It probably is him, you know," Cook replied, stopping to look at Mary. "You know the Jeffersons, that wealthy family that my mother and father worked for when I was a lass? Well, they adopted a little girl when I was about thirteen. She seemed just like this boy; hard-headed, insolent, ignorant. Things started disappearing the moment she stepped in the door. Mr. Jefferson knew that it was her, they found evidence one day. She had stolen Mrs. Jefferson's wedding ring and was planning to sell it, I suppose, or was using it to play with like it was just some trinket."
"Oooh, what did Mr. Jefferson do?" Mary breathed.
"Well, all he did was tell her that stealing was wrong, something that any well-brought up English girl should know. She kept stealing and never stopped." Cook paused, chewing on the inside of her cheek. "And she ran off with young Mr. Jefferson."
Mary shook her head sadly. "Well, we can only hope that something like that doesn't happen to our young Miss Swann!"
"Hope all you want, but I know that it will happen eventually!" Cook waved her knife in the air to emphasize her meaning. "It always does. And this one seems like a real confidence man. Out and out pirate, if you know what I mean."
Elizabeth swallowed. Did they know...?
"I still don't see Miss Swann falling for someone like that..."
"It happens to the best of us," Cook said sadly. "Next thing you know, young Miss Swann will be young Mrs..."
"Turner?"
"Yes, thank you, the next thing we know young Miss Swann will be young Mrs. Turner, mark my words."
Elizabeth burst through the pantry doors, facing the two very shocked looking women. "That's not true! Will is a fine young lad and you know it!"
"What were you doing in there?" Mary hissed, her eyes narrowing.
"That doesn't matter," Elizabeth snapped. "I don't know who stole your ugly cross, but it wasn't Will. You probably just lost it."
"How dare you!" Cook waved her knife around again. "Defending that little heathen! You don't know what you're saying."
"Yes I do." Elizabeth crossed her arms, glaring at the both of them. "I don't know about that girl that you knew in England, but Will is not a confidence man and he is definitely NOT a pirate."
"Get out of here!" Cook shouted, shooing Elizabeth through the door. "Out, now!"
Elizabeth heard the sound of the door being slammed behind her. She ran to the parlor, planning on telling her father what those two witches were saying about Will. 'Such language,' goodness gracious! He hadn't even spoken to them. She halted outside of the parlor, seeing that her father was still talking to Norrington. She sat down on a bench and crossed her legs, waiting for their discussion to end.
Once again, Elizabeth couldn't resist the temptation of listening in the on a conversation. She poked her head around the door, peeking inside.
"Are you sure that you want to keep him here?" Norrington was saying. "We could always send him to an orphanage, or perhaps an abbey."
Elizabeth felt her ears grow hot. She clenched her fist, biting down on the slew of words that she was ready to shout.
"I'm sure," her father replied calmly, playing with something on his desk. "When he gets a bit older he could become an apprentice of some sort. He won't be here for long."
Even her father spoke of him as if he were a burden. Elizabeth groaned and stood, throwing her hands in the air in exasperation. She wandered back to her room where she shut her door and locked it tight, staring at Will's medallion for quite some time.
TBC...
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