Disclaimer: I own nothing of POTC because I was not clever enough to create such an awesome story.
When Elizabeth Turner walked into the parlor of her father's house she was not surprised to see Julia slouching in one of the armchairs and Commodore Norington pacing back and forth. It was a typical occurrence that she was called down to the parlor by her butler when Julia was in trouble with the commodore.
"Ahh... Elizabeth, you look stunning this fine day." he said with a sincere voice. Surprised by this, Elizabeth looked down at what she was wearing. She actually thought that the dress she was wearing was revolting, but she just smiled and nodded as she motioned for the commodore to sit down as she also took a seat.
"Why thank you, James, and what fate brought you here on this...fine day?" she questioned with a voice that was screaming 'what the bloody hell did you do this time, Julia?'
"I thought it would suit you to know that your -daughter, decided to throw a little tantrum down at the docks this morning." he said saying the word daughter as if he deeply regretted it and was really dying to say your sorry excuse of a daughter, instead.
"It wasn't a tan-" Julia started to say before her mother cut her off.
"Julia Turner, if Commodore Norington said that you threw a tantrum down at the docks today, I have every reason to believe him! And do you know why that is? It's because you told me that you would be at the blacksmith's shop for a few minutes to ask Wi- your father a quick question and then come right back, but here you are being brought home by Commodore AGAIN, an hour later. Now sit up straight before I go over there and make you and do not contradict your elders once more!"
If her mother's mini speech didn't shut Julia up then, Elizabeth's look might have. There was no need for Elizabeth to have given Julia that look, though. Elizabeth scared Julia. If it were any one else, she might have had something to say back to them, but not her mother. Ever since Julia was a child, her mother had scared her, but she wasn't going to let any one know that. How could she live with herself, if everyone knew that the great Julia Turner was scared of her mother?
Of course it wasn't that bad. At least she didn't live sucking up to her mom like her twin sister, Elizabeth, did. Julia sometimes hated Elizabeth. She could be such a goody-two-shoes on most occasions. When Julia ever did anything exciting like taking her father's sword and hiding it from him, Elizabeth would go and tell on her instead of joining in on the fun, just to please their mother. It was sick really.
"I'm terribly sorry about this commodore" Julia heard her mother say after Commodore finished his, what seemed like an, epic. "I can assure that this will not happen again and that Julia will write you an apology as soon as possible. I will see to it that she stays out of your way in the future, I know how it can be sometimes, with all that work you do, Commodore." Elizabeth said, emphasizing the word work, implying that all he ever did was walk around the town all day, but doing absolutely nothing.
"Thank you, Elizabeth. Oh, and there is one other matter I would like to mention to you. Your daughter's apparel seems to be -er, a bit more fitting for a boy, not a girl. It's just not proper, Miss Swann."
"Yes, of course, James. I'll see to it that her clothing become more feminine. In the mean time, I suggest that you become better acquainted with my name, Commodore. You know perfectly well that I have a husband and that I am happily married for sixteen years now."
"Why yes, must have slipped my mind. It won't happen again, Mrs Turner."
"Good! See to it! I believe you know where the door is. I have something to do now."
"YOU!" turned Elizabeth toward Julia. "What is the meaning of all of this? And how many times must I tell you that you are forbidden to wear those wretched clothes?"
Without thinking, Julia responded in a smug voice. "At least once more, Miss Swann, as always."
"How dare you? The devil curse Jack Sparrow, he will!"
"Captain, Captain Jack Sparrow, mum! And the devil already has cursed him, so what's the problem?"
"We are getting off the point. You go and get dressed properly and then come back down here."
"But-"
"GO!"
"Yes ma'am." Julia said quickly, in a voice that actually was not joking. She hated it when her mother yelled, especially at her. But then again, she was the only one her mother ever yelled at. Well except for her father. Poor Will. He always got yelled at by the wrath of Elizabeth Swann Turner.
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